The Hate That Ends Marriage

Entrapped

Too tired to walk this afternoon, Widya immediately laid her body on top of her room case. This is the last time he has traveled that far.

So many things happened to him today. So he will sleep as much as possible to recover the soreness in both legs.

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Opening one of her eyes slowly, Widya felt the table beside her bed. After finding his phone, he saw a clock there. He was very curious what time it was. Stuck, Widya was surprised to see the clock on her phone showing at 7 p.m. Unable to believe what she saw, Widya got out of bed and ran out of the room looking at the wall clock in the living room.

The wall clock shows the same time as Widya's phone. God, he didn't expect to sleep that long. Maybe this is due to the tiredness he felt this afternoon. The pain in his leg was gone.

“You're up?” asked her grandmother, came out of her room because she heard Widya's footsteps.

“Sorry, I woke you up, Grandma," Widya said.

“Not to apologize. Grandma didn't sleep.”

“Then why didn't grandma wake me? I didn't realize I was sleeping that long."

“You look so good at sleep. Grandma can't wake you up.”

Picking up the TV remote from the table, her grandmother turned on the television while sitting on the sofa.

“You want to eat? Let grandma heat cooking in the hood,” asked her grandmother, prepare to go to the kitchen.

“No need, Grandma.” Widya told her grandmother to sit back, then sit next to her.

“If I eat this last night, I'll get fat.” Widya grimaced, imagining the picture of her fat self in her mind.

“What's wrong fat little, Darling.”

“I just don't want to eat. I'm not hungry, Nek”

“You sure? Last time you ate, it was noon before Mila came to take you on a walk.”

“I'm sure. Maybe my tiredness takes away my hunger, Nek.”

Not wanting to force Widya to eat again, her grandmother asked about the trip Widya made this afternoon with Mila.

The television that her grandmother turned on was only a spectator, not a spectacle for the two of them. Both of them were too excited to tell each other about everything that happened all day.

Not felt, an hour has passed. His grandmother yawned drowsy and bailed to sleep.

“You didn't sleep, Wid?”

“Don't be silly, Grandma. I just woke up an hour ago.”

“Oh yes, grandma forgot. Then grandma goes to sleep first. Don't sleep tonight.”

“Iya.”

After turning off the television, Widya walked towards the door. Opening the door, Widya circulated the gaze into the silent surroundings. Only the wind was heard. As in previous days, every 8pm every night there was definitely not a single person passing by. The village has a habit of sleeping fast. Very tedious. Closing the door back, Widya went back inside her room.

For over an hour Widya spent listening to music from her phone, hoping that drowsiness would come her way. Boring once. There was nothing he could do to relieve his sense of boredom. Removing the earphones from her ear, Widya slammed her phone on the mattress.

Lowering her legs to the edge of the bed, Widya screamed when she heard the sound of mouse squeaks passing through her legs. Smothering both of her mouths, Widya could hear the sound of her heart beating very fast. Fortunately, his screams did not wake his grandmother.

Running as fast as possible out of her room, Widya accidentally slammed the door of her room hard. Of course, this time the voice woke up her grandmother.

From inside her grandmother's room came her muffled voice asking Widya, "Why, Wid? How did you hear the door slamming?"

“Nothing, Grandma. Just a rat,” Widya replied briefly.

After reminding Widya to sleep. No more voices could be heard from her grandmother's room.

Taking a flashlight over the television cabinet, Widya tried to open the door as slow as possible so as not to wake her grandmother.

The streets outside looked dark, only moonlight shone through the streets from the darkness. Turning on her flashlight, Widya walked while observing the house around her.

Hopefully done with the trip tonight, the rat is out of his room. Before leaving earlier, Widya had opened the door of her room to give a gap for the rat to come out.

Well, at least tonight's walk can take away his boredom or make him tired again so he can sleep.

Looking up at the night sky, Widya smilingly looked at the star that was shining beautifully in the sky. For a long time he had not seen so many stars.

Continuing her journey, Widya recalls the days she spent living with her parents in the city. Every day he would have fun with the people who used him to get a treat from him.

He had absolutely no problem being used like that, because he also used them to make them fake friends. It's better than having no walking friends at all. So, everyone who sees it will not consider it lonely because it has no friends.

Too preoccupied with her own thoughts, Widya once again does not pay attention to the path she has been going through. He looked around, confused by the way home. It might be true what that annoying guy said last afternoon, he was directional blind. But, he will not admit it to the man who always felt he was right.

An old building that looks like a warehouse caught Widya's attention at the end of the street. Approaching the place, Widya noticed a wooden crossbar installed in front of the door. Pulling the crossbar between the two iron door handles, Widya placed it on the ground, then went inside.

For some reason, curiosity to know what was inside made Widya forget, if the rats might just roam a lot in an old building like this.

What was inside the warehouse shocked Widya. He had thought he would get used goods, because this place looks like a warehouse. But, around him were countless books lined up on the bookshelves. There were even books lying on the floor. Taking out one of the books, he directed the flashlight to look at the contents of the book.

“What are you doing here?” ask a heavy voice behind him.

Surprised in shock, Widya dropped the book she was holding. Looking at the door, Widya recognized the figure standing there.

“You surprised me!"

The flashlight directed at her face made Widya's eyes hurt. Dodging, Widya shifts to a darker place.

“I think you're a thief hiding from the citizens,” accuse Widya.

Putting her hand on the heart, Widya could feel her heart pounding very fast.

“I should have told you that. You look like a thief.”

“No thief as pretty as myself.”

“Beautiful face does not guarantee that he is a good person, as you know,” Radit said meaningfully, then stepped inside.

“I'm lazy to argue with you, Mr. Maha Benar. So, can you leave me alone here?” throw Widya away, shaking her hand while walking to see the books lined up on the shelf.

“Are you not afraid of ghosts?”

“For me something real is scarier than something visible, like you for example.”

“What is dangerous about me? For me, what looks dangerous is you. Hasn't you been here a lot of trouble you've done, because of your bad attitude?” satirical Radit while following him from behind.

BRAKKK

The sound of the closed door suddenly stopped Widya from saying the reply she was going to say to Radit.

“What was that?” widya asked, looking at Radit.

“Maybe a strong wind keeps the door closed," Radit said plainly. "Why? Do you think it was a ghost?”

“Do not be stupid! There was no strong wind let alone ghost.” Approaching the door, Widya pulls the iron handle on the door to open it, but her efforts are unsuccessful.

Looks like someone just locked them in here. This can't happen to her. Trying to once again open the door, Widya's efforts remain fruitless. Radit immediately approached her, along trying to open the door and get the same results as Widya.

“We're cooped up.” A panicked look emanated from Widya's eyes.