The Hate That Ends Marriage

Single-handedly

This was the first time Widya had made dinner for herself. Since he got married, Radit always prepared dinner for him. Not that he did not want to try, only, since the day he tried to make lunch for the two of them, Radit asked him to let him cook.

Actually he could have expected it, maybe after trying his food at that time, his annoying husband was experiencing tremendous abdominal pain. Of course Radit would not admit it, even though Widya asked for an explanation, why she asked him not to try cooking again.

Radit always had a way for Widya not to feel offended, saying that Widya already had a lot of work at home. Ha! It's nonsense. Her mouth could tell lies, but her eyes could not fool Widya just like that. He could see that Radit was traumatized by his cooking that afternoon.

However, there is one thing that Radit does not know, even though he has forbidden Widya from cooking something that she never tried, it will not stop her from trying again and again. There should be at least one type of cuisine he mastered. All of this was done in order to become a daughter-in-law that her father-in-law could be proud of.

Since Widya married Radit, she has never done anything that would make her father-in-law proud. His bad behavior was always heard by his father-in-law. Although her father-in-law never expressed disappointment towards her or scolded her for always being involved in fights, Widya realized it was done by her father-in-law because he loved her very much. Deep down, Widya was always grateful to have a father-in-law like Mr. Benny.

Sometimes he felt that he did not deserve the love of his father-in-law. Because he is not a good son-in-law.

For this reason, Widya tried hard so that she could do something to please her father-in-law and make up for all the commotion she had caused so far. So, he was determined to cook something delicious and would invite his father-in-law and Ririn to have dinner together at his house.

Unfortunately, her annoying husband did not understand her point at all and forbade her from trying to practice cooking again. It seems like her husband feels Widya will never succeed no matter how many times she tries and feels her persistence in order to cook well just wasting their groceries. If that's true, Widya is determined to show her husband that she was wrong. As long as there is a will, there is a way. Failure is necessary for success, as long as it does not give up.

Too busy with his daydream, Widya's heart felt slipping out when he heard the sound of lightning striking outside his house. Even the notebook screen closed so hard because it was too shocked. He glimpsed a bowl of noodles on his dining table. Now the noodle looks swollen inside that bowl. This all happened because he was too engrossed in watching while daydreaming to ignore his miserable dinner.

Opening the notebook screen again, Widya looked back at the clock that was there. I don't know how many times he's done that. If you think about it carefully, he always does it every 5 minutes since he started watching. Not knowing why he felt so uneasy after Radit sent him a message some time ago that he would come home late and told him to have dinner alone.

His anxiety is caused by the sound of rain that he heard the longer the busier out there. Widya is afraid something bad will happen to Radit out there. Especially now that the sound of rain was accompanied by the rumbling sound of lightning, the lightning that struck into his house looked so terrible. Suddenly a shadow of Radit was struck by a tree that fell by a bolt of lightning in his mind. Shuddering in horror, Widya brushed the wild shadow off her head.

Afraid that lightning will strike her notebook, Widya quickly turns it off. Standing up, Widya intends to go into her room to pick up her phone that is there. He'd better call Radit to inquire about his whereabouts now and make sure he's okay out there.

Just a few steps walk, Widya's steps stopped when suddenly her house lights went out. It was a very good timing.

Groping around her, Widya tried to take the candles that were in her kitchen cabinet. But he screamed in fear when he heard the roar of lightning sound again on the roof of his house. This time his voice sounded like something was raging in the sky.

Ducking into hiding under her dining table, Widya closed her eyes while covering her ears with both hands. He really hopes that a time like this Radit should be with him. There was enough lightning to frighten him, now his eyesight is limited because the lights of his house have not shown any signs of going on as soon as possible. When these two things were put together, then it would be something so frightening for him. It feels exactly like the situation in the thriller and horror films that are often watched.

Still with eyes closed tightly, Widya stuck her hand out on the dining table, intending to take her notebook there. At least his notebook could provide a glimmer of light for him. He was sorry he had turned off his notebook. He should have just left his notebook alive, so there would have been a glimmer of light shining through it.

His palpation froze as he felt something so cold touching the back of his hand. Screaming in fear, Widya pulled her hand from the dining table. The sound of his heart beating sounded so loud in his own ears. For a moment Widya was hoping that she was a weak person, so right now she would faint under the table, instead of cowering in fear like this.

Basic husband can not be expected, when I'm afraid like this you even do not exist. See if you come home, I'll finish you off!

The cold touch touched his arm. Screaming loudly, Widya hit something on her arm with all her might while trying to escape from her hiding place. And stupidly, for a moment Widya forgot that she was under her dining table. As a result, he hit his desk hard to make him sit back on the floor under the dining table while groaning in pain.

It was then that he realized that it was not only his grimacing voice that was in the darkness, but there were others who were groaning in pain nearby. Turning her face towards the source of the voice, Widya saw a large man sitting on the floor not far from her. Oh my God, it's Radit! He saw a glimmer of light next to Radit's feet. It turned out to be a flashlight coming from her husband's cell phone.

"You are why, Wid, from earlier screams continue to be like a possessed person," he lamented, grumbling annoyed. "Why do you keep going down there, playing hide and seek?"

"When are you coming home? I didn't hear a knock on the door or your footsteps. Are you sneaking around?" widya asked with a look of confusion.

"That's your hand?" exclaim Widya shocked. "You're scaring me!" He hit him hard on Radit's chest. "I thought you were a ghost next time don't startle me like that again! I didn't hear you from fear of hearing the rumbling of rain and lightning out there."

"Looks, you used to tell me that something invisible didn't scare you at all" Radit said, catching Widya's hand still hitting her.

A mocking smile toyed around the corner of his lips. Even amidst Widya's fear, she could still find something to joke about.

"I'm not afraid!" elak Widya, raised her chin haughtily. "Only, anyone who experiences something similar like me would be frightened as well. Just imagine outside the rain and the lights go out, and without a cold hand touching you, isn't that terrible? So it's only natural that I'm scared."

"Lik aja continues. Is it hard to admit that you're afraid of ghosts?" said Radit, smiling mockingly.

Opening his mouth to defend again, Radit silenced the protest by approaching him to look over his head while stabbing him, making sure there were no injuries he had received from the impact.

"Is your head okay? The sound of his impact sounded so loud."

Her tone of voice that sounded so worried, warmed Widya's heart, until she said something that instantly wiped away the smile on Widya's face.

"Hmm .. It looks like your head is fine. No wonder anyway, considering how stubborn you have been all this time," he said holding back his laughter.

Slashing Radit's hand from above his head, Widya's eyes flashed furiously looking at Radit.

"You're all right? It felt like I was feeling a great vibration on the floor of our house," Widya replied. "Here I see, if only you had gotten a cut in-"

Widya suddenly realized where the loud voice that came from Radit earlier. Groaning inwardly, Widya saw a wide smile curling on Radit's lips as she waited for Widya to continue her words.

Reversing his body, Radit revealed the back of his body.

"Well, check as you please!" kekehnya, was amused by the situation. "It looks like I got a big bump in my ass from your push."

Unwanted, Widya's eyes slowly came down looking at her husband's solid butt. Instantly his face was hot when he realized that he was looking at the back of Radit's body for too long. In the midst of the darkness, looking at that part of her husband's body with this kind of red face, what a shameful behavior. It feels like he's just a pervert.

What sucks him again, Radit apparently realized Widya's gaze on the back of her body. He didn't turn his head at all, but somehow, he found out.

"Don't look at it for too long, your eyes will fall out" he chuckled, giggling.

"I didn't look at him!" widya exclaimed, too loudly evasive so it sounded that he did. "You'd better turn that body over before I kick your fucking ass."

Raising his hand in surrender, Radit turned to face Widya back with a face still smiling widely.

"Sadly, you passed your golden opportunity."