The Hate That Ends Marriage

Inner Struggle

Slowly but surely his large long fingers were increasingly moving sensually towards the sensitive side of Widya's neck skin. Sensing the touch, he immediately shuddered and began to tremble. He did not know this was shaking from fear or from feeling stung by the sudden touch. However, seeing his reaction that did not immediately run away frightened by the touch, Widya felt that this must not be fear.

What is this, what is it with me? Why am I even quiet? Do I want this too? Oh, my God, this is embarrassing! If I knew it would be like this, I would not have told Radit confidently that I was not ready.

Closing her eyes tightly, Widya tried to avoid Radit's gaze, which she thought would hurt her for being sold expensive earlier. She hoped that her husband would not say a word about her plan.

It turns out that what people say is true. Your mouth can lie, but your body will show you the truth. Just look at it now! Not knowing his shame, he was so eagerly looking forward to Radit's next act. Even his body enjoyed that touch.

"When you sleep" whispered Radit over his head.

In a blink Widya's eyes opened wide. Sleep on? Trying to understand what happened, Widya tried hard to release her mind from the embarrassing things she had just thought about. Only then did she realize that she was now in Radit's arms with her head leaning over her husband's arm.

What the hell's been going on? Didn't he touch me, so why are we in a sleeping position with me in his arms? It's weird! How could something that had been pointing in that direction, at the end of it we just slept. Oh, my God, what am I thinking? Why am I so enthusiastic about doing this now? I should be relieved, not disappointed.

"Shut up, Widya! Can you not be too noisy with the contents of your mind," Radit said.

Shocked to listen to the reprimand, Widya raised her head quickly causing her head to hit with Radit's chin on top of her head.

Screaming in pain, Radit distanced his head from Widya and cast an annoyed look at her while grumbling at her who was being reckless.

Why is he saying that? Did I speak my mind in a loud voice? Oh no!

Too scared and panicked, Widya looked around for a sneering glint in Radit's eyes, without saying a word to apologize for the impact he had caused earlier. Perhaps due to being too embarrassed, he also did not feel the slightest pain in his bumped head earlier.

"When do you owe me a lot of forgiveness, but why do you look at me with such a strange look? What's wrong with you?" said Radit, surprised by Widya's strange attitude.

"Huh?" sahut Widya was short while opening her eyes, still confused by the situation.

Poking out his hand looking over Widya's head that was bumped with his chin earlier, Radit searched for something that caused Widya's strange attitude. He thought that the impact had made a big lump on his wife's head so that Widya behaved like never before.

"I see your head is fine. Sometimes I'm still amazed at how hard your head is, '" muttered Radit, speaking to himself. "In that case, why are you acting so strangely?"

Brushed off Radit's hand that grope over his head—like a man who was looking for lice in the hair—Widya looked at her husband with a look of annoyance.

"The weird thing here isn't me, but you!" he pointed Widya, stabbing her index finger towards Radit's chest. "Why did you stop? Isn't this what you wanted to do to me long ago?"

"What are you talking about?" radit asked, beginning to be confused by the direction of the conversation.

"You know what I mean, don't pretend to be stupid!" widya exclaimed in an annoyed tone. "I didn't expect you to play me anymore, though-"

It took Radit a few minutes to understand the meaning of Widya's words. When he began to understand what Widya was discussing, he immediately turned Widya's body back to face her.

"Why are you even upset, I should be here upset!" said Radit, poking Widya's body to show his annoyance. "You don't know how much I tried to hold back when I saw you tremble with fear. If I were a selfish man, I would probably force myself on you without thinking, whether you wanted it or not. Lucky for you to get an understanding husband like me who will wait for you, whether for how long, until you are ready to carry out your duties as a wife in the bedroom."

Widya immediately gaped wide listening to complaints at length with the delivery of very passionate it. He doesn't know how to respond. Because he was too stunned and excited by the confession, and wanted to laugh and also listen to the sulking tone in the voice of his sweet husband. Unable to stem her sense of happiness, Widya threw her body into Radit's arms.

"What are you doing? Don't you think I'd be happy to see you holding me like this" Radit said, refusing to hug Widya back.

Raising her head looking at Radit with a bright smile, Widya said softly, "Thank you."

Not wanting to be swayed by that sweet smile, Radit tried hard to put a stiff look on his face. Then suddenly Widya kissed her lips quickly, then back in her arms. Opening his eyes, Radit finally gave in to the temptation, hugging Widya and exhaling in frustration beside his head.

"Don't tease me, Widya. You don't know what you started."

I know exactly what I'm doing. "Good sleep, my husband."

"It's really driving me crazy. When will my suffering end?" said Radit dramatically, who again exhaled a long breath.

In her heart, Widya laughed gigglingly listening to that dramatic sentence. Be patient, my husband, I will definitely be yours. But, for now let me enjoy this happy feeling. Such was Widya's promise to herself before falling asleep soundly in her husband's warm embrace.

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Look at this little fox. After toying with his passion all night, he could have fallen asleep so soundly with a peaceful face like this, Radit thought grimly. While he here held both hands so as not to care for his wife's body like a perverted man. He should not have given up too easily when starting something that finally made him so unable to sleep like this. Then he recalled Widya's fear-trembling response underneath with her hands clenched tightly over her stomach.

If only he had been pretending not to care about the rejection, maybe now Widya was completely his. However, his unlucky conscience did not have the heart to do that to his little wife. At least he wants his wife to be as enthusiastic as he is when dealing with activities in the bedroom. Unfortunately, it was not an easy thing to get, because his little wife was always nervous and scared every time Radit touched her.

Recollecting with a kiss of good night that Widya gave him last night before she went to bed, inevitably a wide smile adorned her lips. Maybe soon he will get what he wanted. He hoped so, because the longer he felt that he was getting more difficult to keep this hand away from Widya. Every day more and more wild shadows associated with the activity on the bed filled his mind. And the longer he felt that his wild thoughts would drive him mad.

Radit's body suddenly became tense as he felt Widya twitching uneasily in his arms. Didn't this woman know that her movements would evoke something, which Radit himself was sure would make his little wife run away from him in fear. It took a lot of effort for him not to touch the forehead of his naughty wife. Taking a deep breath, Radit tried to think of something else, other than this seductive body that was in his arms. Which certainly failed completely.

If they hugged like this continuously, all night he would not be able to sleep well. That's why Radit tried to rid himself of Widya. Radit carefully releases Widya's embrace from her body so as not to wake Widya who is still fast asleep. Although the whimper of the protest was thrown from Widya's mouth, Radit finally managed to get out of the tempting trap, without waking his wife at all.

I feel like he is no stranger to this situation. Trying to sleep without thinking about the tantalizing figure beside him.

Just look later, Widya. You will pay a lot for what you did that made me a man thirsty for my wife's own touch. Imagining that sweet revenge, Radit ends up falling asleep in his bed.