The Hate That Ends Marriage

Letting Go of Each Other

Looking up at the overcast sky above his head, Radit hoped that hopefully they could get to the city before it rains. It would be terrible if the rain would be the same as last night, resulting in trees falling everywhere and blocking their journey. Not to mention the roads that will become slippery. Hopefully this time luck sided with him so that their trip to the city was not interrupted.

After making sure no items were left behind, Radit called Widya who was still inside the house. A few minutes later, Widya came out of the house in a hasty step, as if afraid Radit would leave.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Radit tells Widya to get into the car immediately. She was very surprised when she saw Widya, instead of walking to the side to sit next to her, she walked to the back door instead. It's ridiculous, he thinks Radit's his personal driver. How dare he casually sit in the back, like a passenger.

"What are you doing?" look at Radit, looking annoyed at Widya.

"Sit. What can you not see?" he replied indifferently, acting as if here Radit was strange.

"I know that too. All I ask is what are you doing, sitting back there like the Princess waiting for her driver to drive her somewhere?" Radit gritted his teeth, restraining himself from yelling in annoyance.

"No need to get upset about it just because of something so trivial! I just feel like the seat back here is bigger than the seat in front." Widya turned resentful towards Radit, not accepting Radit saying he was acting like the Princess.

Turning his face forward again, Radit blurted out a sentence in an impatient tone.

"You better break your intention before I attack you forcibly from there. I'm not your driver, sit where you should be. Don't make me say this a second time."

Aware of the eerie warning tone from Radit was not a mere threat, Widya immediately got out of the back seat and walked towards the front seat. With a look of annoyance, Widya deliberately closed the car door firmly. The sound of his shock was to show Radit that he was very upset by the attitude of Radit who had ruled him.

"Basic sensian! The problem of seating position alone should be in question," Widya grumbled, putting her seat belt on violently.

"Censorship? You said I was sensian?" cetus Radit, turned his head with a look as upset as Widya. "If you feel like I'm being sensational, what if you're the one driving and I'm the one sitting back there. Well, how is the Princess? It's just a sitting position."

Wanting to reply to the insinuation with the same insinuation, Widya was upset when she could not say a single word from her mouth. Turning his face away, he looked straight ahead while telling Radit to leave immediately. Satisfied his words can not be denied by Widya, Radit immediately turned on his car engine.

Before stepping on the gas, Widya's side car glass was knocked by someone. Feeling annoyed by the disturbance, Widya opened her car glass with a sour look and almost snapped at someone who had been bothering her. Fortunately, he held his tongue before taking a barrage of swearing at the bully, who was none other than his father-in-law.

Shocked by the sudden appearance of Mr. Benny, Widya forgot her courtesy attitude to say hello. She even blinked in surprise as her father-in-law held out something to her. Glancing at the package in her hand, Widya immediately regained her senses and expressed her gratitude to her father-in-law who had bothered to bring her and Radit.

"Dad does not need this serepot, Widya and I have prepared food for ourselves," said Radit, feeling bad for his father.

"Yes, Radit's right," Widya agreed.

"No need to say that. Besides it's not all from Dad, someone else has prepared it for you both." Mr. Benny pointed behind him.

There was Grandma Aya who was walking with Ririn while waving her hands at Widya. It turns out that his little family came here to deliver Radit and Widya to the city.

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Pacing uneasily, Bu Gina was impatiently waiting for Widya and her daughter-in-law Radit to come to visit her home. The two of them had promised him that they would stop by here when they got to the city. Bu Gina misses her child so much, she has not seen her child for a long time.

Every time she wanted to go visit Widya to the village, her husband always forbade her to go there. He said that their son was still a newlywed and it was not yet time for them to bother him by coming there. After all, it would be very bad if the two of them came there while Widya was still in the stage of getting used to her in marriage. Their arrival will only make the child whine and can not be independent when faced with problems in his marriage. That's what her husband always said to Bu Gina.

Glancing at her husband who was calm in his seat, Bu Gina would not be fooled by his casual attitude. She knew that her husband was just as restless as he was waiting for Widya to come to their house. Just like her, her husband also misses her only child.

Hiding her smile, Bu Gina pretended to be unaware of it. If she brought this up, surely her husband would dismiss her words with excitement. He always acts like that, every time Bu Gina insinuates him who pretends not to care about Widya's arrival.

"Sit down, Ma, there's no need to fidget so! In a moment they also come," said Mr. Darman, can not stand the sound of footsteps Bu Gina who had been walking back and forth while repeatedly glancing at the wall clock.

"Mama can't calm down. They should have come, but until now they have not appeared, either" complains Bu Gina, sighing in frustration.

"Maybe there's something blocking them from coming on time. Take it easy, they'll be fine."

"They couldn't have gone straight to their new house before stopping by here, right, Pa?" ask Bu Gina worried.

"No way! Radit said on the phone that he would stop by before they went to their new house. He can't possibly lie to us" said Mr. Darman, dismissing far from baseless concern Ms. Gina.

Not long before the sound of knocking on the door from outside. Quickly, Miss Gina rushed to open the door. Behind her, her husband also followed her in the same hasty pace as her. Tidying up her appearance first, Bu Gina was ready to welcome her son and daughter-in-law.

Screaming in excitement, Bu Gina and Widya immediately embraced tightly while vying to express their longing all along. After hugging Bu Gina, Widya immediately ran into her father's arms. Not wanting to disturb the reunion between the families, Radit just kept silent behind Widya, happy to see his wife look happy when gathered with her parents again. There was a sense of regret in his mind for having long allowed Widya to refrain from meeting with her parents.

Mr. Darman, who was aware of Radit's silence, watched the full reunion, immediately approached him and invited him to join the chat. Maybe his father-in-law didn't want to make Radit feel alienated.

"Don't shut up, Dit!" reprimanded, embraced Radit with affection. "Let's go in! It's too windy out here."

"Not to be so shy, Dit! Usually also you always act shameless," led Widya, walking ahead of her with her mother into the house.

It seems that Mother and Child miss each other very much. They seem unable to escape. The two continued to join hands wherever they went. Ridiculously, Radit felt rather envious of his mother-in-law, because Widya rarely did that to him. He will act as a stickiness if there is a will and purpose only.

"Based on the child, she could have just said her husband like that" said Mr. Darman, embarrassed by Widya's behavior. "You must have suffered so much in the face of his childish attitude all along."

"Not really, Pa, I'm used to his outspoken attitude. That's exactly the attraction," said Radit, smiling at Widya who was busy chatting with her mother.

"Papa could see it," said Mr. Darman, smiling meaningfully at Radit.

Not understanding the meaning of the smile, Radit only returned the words by smiling back at Mr. Darman.

***

Since it was already night, Bu Gina and Mr. Darman asked Widya and Radit to have dinner with them at home. Receiving the invitation, Radit sat side by side with Widya while eating the dishes that her mother-in-law had prepared.

At first, their conversation was filled with laughter. Until finally Mr. Darman said something that surprised Widya so much that she choked on her food. Although just as shocked, Radit did suspect that someday they will definitely get the question. So, he could control his shock, and control his facial expression. It might be good that his father-in-law brought it up, Radit thought.

"Why did Papa ask that when we were having dinner?" chirps Widya, looking annoyed at her father.

"Don't Papa have to ask at what time? This is not a strange thing to ask newlyweds like you," said Mr. Darman, surprised by Widya's annoyance.

"Papa's right, Wid. What's wrong with us asking about our future grandchildren," agreed Ms. Gina, defending her husband.

"Grandson?" widya's great-grandson, involuntarily touched her stomach under the table.

"Yes, grandchildren. What else would he call it if it wasn't 'Goodies'?" Mr. Darman shook his head, increasingly confused by Widya's shocked attitude.

Stretching out his hand clasping Widya's hand on the table, Radit smiled sweetly at his distraught wife.

"I think soon we'll have the good news. Isn't that right, honey?"

"Oh?" look at Widya, smiling doubtfully at Radit. "Yes, I think so."

"Thank God then. Mama really can't wait to pet the granddaughter" smiled Bu Gina, putting her hands together.

Next to him, Mr. Darman nodded his head while smiling gleefully.

"By the way, outside it seems like the rain has started to fall very hard," said Mr. Darman, listening intently to the sound of rain on the roof of his house. "Papa suggest you stay here tonight. Moreover, Radit must be tired after driving earlier. You can go to your house tomorrow."

"Papa you are right, it is not good to drive in the dark and bad weather like this" nods Bu Gina, agreeing to her husband's advice.

"That's all going on. Whatever Papa said must be Mama 'Yes, yes', always has been," Widya murmured softly, staring seriously at her plate as she stirred it in annoyance.

"What are you talking about, Wid? Mama didn't hear it."

"It's nothing" Widya smiled, not wanting to show her regret. "It is with great pleasure that I accept your kind offer. Isn't that right, my husband?"

"Of course, why not?" radit replied, smiling brightly at Widya.

You can't lie to me, I know you want to run away from here. My poor wife, this time I will not give up my chance again. Anyhow I will definitely make you mine completely.