The Hate That Ends Marriage

Now I Know

How frustrating it is to be confined in his house alone, Widya mused grimly. Peering from the gap of his window, he looked longingly at the cold air out there. This was the risk he had to bear for having lied to everyone out there. Pretending his leg is sprained like this is really harming himself.

If he wanted to be honest, there was actually a slight sense of regret for pretending to be sick like this. However, considering the two viper women who get the rewards from this act of lying, it seems like it is worth it. At least he can get the satisfaction of being able to get rid of one of his enemies again, after Bu Leni.

However, if Widya thinks carefully, it would be nice if this would be the last time the residents here harass her. Did everyone here have no other goals besides him? It feels so annoying to get hatred from many people just because of his continued attitude in the market first.

Sticking her forehead on the window of her house, Widya sighed sadly. How much longer would it take him to face the suffering of being attacked by the citizens here? When did all this end?

Suddenly Widya straightened her body when she saw Mila heading towards her house. Fortunately, he still had a friend who could accompany him in this lonely moment, Widya thought in her heart.

Welcoming the arrival of his friend, Widya laughed a little at Mila's surprise when she opened the door before her friend could knock on the door.

"Where did you know I was coming?" says surprised.

"I saw you from my window. Come inside!" take Widya, let Mila enter her house. "You don't know how happy I am to see you, I feel like I'm going crazy, alone spending time in my house with no friends chatting."

"Thank God, if my arrival makes you happy."

Just in case someone notices her with Mila inside her house, Widya closes her door to block the view of the people out there. Leaving the door open would only make him unable to move freely.

"Are you okay, Wid? I heard your legs sprained," chirped Mila, furrowing her eyebrows looking at Widya's legs.

"For now I can only say that I'm okay. If you want to know the full story, you better sit down first. Later I will tell you after I finish taking drinks for you," asked Widya, encouraging Mila to sit on her living room couch.

Too curious about the complete story Widya will tell him, Mila finally decided to obey Widya's will.

***

I don't know how much time has passed, when Widya finished sharing laughter with Mila, talking about her nosy behavior humiliating Tika and Nita in front of many people. Although Mila was surprised by his confession because he dared to lie to everyone in this village, but he also liked the cunning theatrics performed by Widya. It's so beyond a doubt! Who would have thought that this kind friend of his would be happy with the suffering of others.

"Honestly, Mil, I didn't think you'd like my actions. I thought you were going to criticize my deception."

"Eitherway. Maybe if the old me wouldn't like this lie" Mila said, shrugging her shoulders. "But now, I feel like people like Tika and Nita should indeed be taught a lesson so that they are deterred. Silence and resignation, as I've been doing all this time is really stupid."

"Yes, that was indeed a foolish act," Widya agreed, nodding her head. "It's okay, but don't be stupid."

"That means I'm stupid?" mila said, pretending to be offended.

"Lho instead of you admit, if you are stupid," elak Widya, smiled ignorantly. "I just agree to it."

Scratching her head, Mila smiled shyly. "Yes too."

They both laughed together again. Not long after, Mila suddenly put a serious expression on her face.

"Oh yes, Wid," he exclaimed, patting the gap between their seats. "I almost forgot! There is something important I want to tell you. If you hear it you will be surprised."

"What is important?"

Looking left and right, as if afraid that someone would listen, Mila lowered her voice as she leaned closer to Widya.

"Today I saw Radit and Gilang quarreling in the middle of the road."

"What's? Fighting, you said!" exclaim Widya loudly.

"Ssttt.." siss Mila, shut Widya's mouth while sticking a finger in her mouth. "Don't be so loud talking! What if someone hears."

As Widya nodded in understanding by the warning, Mila immediately released her hand from Widya's mouth.

"I'm sorry" Widya said, apologizing. "I was too shocked. Now I can control my voice. Continue what you wanted to say!"

Mila also recounted the incident she saw to Widya. In the midst of his friend's story, he couldn't hold himself back any longer, he laughed out loud. Which of course, has made Mila so confused, because she felt there was no funny incident in the story.

"That's... L'm... Sorry," Widya stammered, for not being able to stop her laughter.

As if the incident was right in front of him again, Mila hugged herself as she shuddered to remember the wrath of Radit at that time.

"Considering it makes my hair go back to goosebumps."

"That's the funny thing!" widya's laughter is carefree.

"Funny from where! Don't you see what the wound on Radit's back is? That must have been painful. Is she okay?"

Mila's hesitant tone when asking Widya about Radit's situation, convinced her that her friend was afraid her fear of Radit would make her angry.

"He's fine. The proof is that now he can still work as usual, you don't have to worry" Widya said, calming her friend.

"I'm not worried!" elak Mila, waving her hands in panic. "For whatever reason I'm worried about him, if he only has you to take care of him."

Feeling uncomfortable with the topic, Mila again asked about Widya's unnatural behavior. Because he had considered the tense incident like a joke story for him.

"It's not that I'm glad Radit had a fight with his friend, but what made me laugh was that they both had a fight."

"So you know why they fight?"

"Of course, I know," Widya replied in a very confident tone.

"Can you tell me? Honestly, I was really curious what kind of photos Gilang kept until Radit got so angry."

Mila's eyes opened so big looking at Widya, she was so looking forward to the answer Widya would give with a feeling of impatience.

"Photo?" widya asked, puzzled by the new information. "Whatchu mean? What photos does Gilang keep?"

"Lho, why are you even turning back anyway, Wid. Didn't you just say you knew the cause of their quarrel?" mila said, looking confused by Widya's question.

"I don't know if what you're talking about is photos, I think...." Widya was silent for a moment, pondering back on that information.

"What do you think? Is there anything else that could cause them to fight like that, other than that mysterious photo?"

"ah! Now I know," cried Widya, hitting hard on the seatback near Mila.

Hijacked from her seat by the sound of the punch, Mila looked at Widya with widened eyes in shock.

"You surprised me!" exclaimed Mila, touching her pounding heart.

"I'm sorry I surprised you" Widya smiled regretfully.

"Tell me, whose picture is that?"

"Other times. I will tell you this, but not now. I have to make sure of that first."

"Surely, how do you mean?"

"Later. Be patient, I will tell you. For now, I still can't tell you."

For a while, Mila protested Widya's rejection, which kept her guess secret. But, because Widya was so adamant about saying it another time, finally Mila gave up also forcing her to mention the identity of the photo in the Gilang mobile gallery.

Now what Widya wants to do is meet with Radit as quickly as possible and tease him all out. The shadow of the two men who had been best friends for a long time had fought over it, what a pleasant sight. If only he had been there to witness it in person.

After listening to the story from Mila, this time he understood why yesterday Radit was so adamant about not wanting to tell the cause of the wound he got on the back of his hand. How could he tell Widya if the cause of his injury was obtained because of a problem with a photo of him on his good friend's phone.

Widya has no idea since when Gilang took her picture. It seems that unbeknownst to him, Gilang had taken his picture secretly, because he never once allowed Gilang to take a picture of him.

You bastard, how dare he take a picture of me while I'm off guard. Watch it later when you meet!

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