The Hate That Ends Marriage

Situation Supportive

Sitting next to Radit, who was watching him so intensely, made it difficult for Widya to swallow her food. Leaning his head casually by resting his hands on the table, Radit arched a charming smile at Widya.

After the horrendous incident, he now sits at his dinner table devouring the pizza that Radit brought home from his trip. Widya did not expect that her joke had Radit bring her a box of pizzas would be obeyed.

Now the sound of rain outside was not as loud as before, even a flash of lightning was now no longer heard by him. But unfortunately, the electricity of his house has not been lit since. Illuminated by the glowing candlelight that surrounded them, Widya felt a dim state and the cold that blew from the outside made the atmosphere of her home to be very romantic and scary.

It was not the fear of something sinister, like a terrible shadow coming out of the corners of his house, but the fear that Radit would pounce on him like a starving wolf. Widya guessed that if she let her guard down just a little, Radit would take a chance from her. What a ridiculous thought to your own husband. Anyone would laugh if they heard the cause of this fear.

Widya remember! He's your husband, not the stranger you just met a few hours ago. It's funny you're afraid of this husband who's always been protecting you.

Widya had no idea how many times she had said that to herself. He thought that his scolding of himself would eliminate his nervousness and fear of being viewed by Radit like this.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat it too?" tawar Widya, pretend to be calm.

"I'm sure," he answered briefly, still not taking his eyes off Widya.

"Are you not hungry? Oh, I know! You must have eaten out there, right? So now you have no interest in this pizza," Widya said, staring in full detail at Radit. "Well, if you don't want to, I can spend it alone. I happen to be hungry."

"I'm hungry, but...." Radit deliberately gave a pause to his words, "my hunger has nothing to do with food. Something else interests me."

While saying that, his gaze turned to Widya's lips with a look of interest. He watched carefully Widya's moving mouth enjoying a slice of pizza in her hand.

Swallowing his saliva nervously, Widya acted as if she did not realize the meaning of Radit's words to her. He deliberately switched the conversation to a topic that would make Radit lose interest in devouring him.

"I heard you had a fight with Gilang" Widya said, chuckling. "Geez, Dit, I didn't think you'd actually fight with Gilang over me. It's only right you don't want to tell me the cause of the wound on the back of your hand."

Glancing at a glance at Radit's injured hand, Widya smiled wryly at Radit, who was grumbling.

"Mila must have told you this," he said, staring suspiciously. "We don't fight because of you, I just. Our fight has nothing to do with you, Gilang only provokes my emotions."

"Yes, provoke your emotions. He provoked your emotions by keeping a picture of me, didn't he, my husband?" ledek Widya, chuckling holding back her laughter.

Instantly Radit's eyes rounded big, surprised Widya to know that.

"Not to be surprised, I know everything. My poor husband, that much pain in his heart to see the picture of his wife in someone else's HP" Widya patted gently on the back of Radit's injured hand. "There's no point in evading, admit that you're jealous."

Exasperated by Widya's endless teasing, Radit covered Widya's hand that was on top of her hand with her other hand while squeezing it gently. Shocked by the squeeze, Widya turns her back on the hand held by Radit.

A warning alarm rang out loud in his head as Radit looked at him with an extremely alarming gaze. Before he thought of how to escape from the situation, Radit said something he had expected would frighten him.

"It's good that you know, I'm also fed up with our situation" he said, smiling sweetly at Widya. "Do you also know, my dear wife? Missed to underestimate our marriage, she felt that there was still a chance for her to have you."

"It's very brave of him," said Widya nervously, trying to sound angry. "You take it easy, I'll tell her myself that I have no interest in her at all."

Trying to escape by standing up, Radit held him back by pulling him back to sit down. He nodded with a smile still on his lips.

Widya is very dislike of those words, it feels after this Radit will say something that will make her feel even more afraid.

"It's a good step if we have a child soon" he continued cheerfully, lowering his gaze to Widya's stomach. "Don't you feel that now is the time for us to move forward in this marriage. That way everyone will realize that you're completely mine, don't you think, honey? It wasn't you yourself who said that I was really poor, hmm?"

Widya's palm immediately sweated after Radit finished his words. The corner of his lips twitched, trying to smile, which unfortunately did not work. Suddenly his body shivered, which of course was felt by Radit as well.

"Are you cold? Very fitting, I'm ready to warm you," said Radit, stroking Widya's back sensually.

"I'm not cold!" exclaim Widya panicked.

Shaking his head, Radit stared in disbelief at Widya. "Don't lie. I can feel that right now your body is shaking. Don't be afraid, I just want to warm you up. It just so happens that I also need some warmth from you."

"If you can feel it, of course you also realize that shaking my body has nothing to do with the cold air" Widya replied, getting more nervous every word Radit made to her.

Before Radit could say something to reply to Widya, their house lights suddenly lit up. Shocked by the surprise, Radit stared at the ceiling of his house. Seeing an opportunity to escape Radit's grip, whose attention was distracted by the light of the lamp, Widya quickly released her hand from Radit's grasp.

Without looking back, he exclaimed to Radit that now was the time for the two of them to sleep. Locking the door of her room, Widya leaned against the door of her room with her heart racing.

"You haven't cleaned the dinner table yet, Wid!" radit shouted, reminding Widya of the pile of leftover food.

Looking down at her dirty hands from holding the pizza, Widya exhaled trembling breaths. Damnit damnit! He forgot to wash his hands. Spreading her gaze around her room, Widya hoped to find a tissue to wipe her hands. Unfortunately, he did not find a single tissue in his room.

"Come out of your room and wash your hands. You can't sleep with your hands so dirty?" Radit knocked on his bedroom door. "Just calm down, I won't attack you. There's still tomorrow."

Her amused voice behind the door of her room, made Widya become annoyed. This time his nervous and fearful feelings had evaporated out of nowhere.

"Stop saying something that scares me!" sahut Widya ketus's.

"I'm not trying to scare you. I'm presenting a fact, my dear."

"Don't call me that! You make me even more nervous by calling me that semester."

"Then what do you want to be called, Princess Bawel, is that it?" cetus Radit, this time he is irritated by Widya's attitude. "Come out, don't hide like such a loser. If you're afraid of my presence, I'll go into my room to make you feel comfortable."

Sticking her ear to the door of her room, Widya wanted to make sure that Radit kept it. There was the sound of the door beside his room. It seems like Radit didn't lie to her, he did go inside her room to get Widya out of hiding.

Opening the door to her room slowly, Widya was relieved not to find Radit out there. Then he walked to the kitchen to clean up the mess on the dining table.

"See you tomorrow, my dear!" radit exclaimed, opening the door of his room surprisingly behind him.

Staggered to the side, Widya leaned her hand on the small table so that she would not fall because she was very surprised to hear Radit's voice. Seeing her surprise, it seemed to have aroused a sense of humor in her husband. She laughed out loud in her room, glad to have surprised Widya for the umpteenth time.