The Hate That Ends Marriage

Events That Want to Be Forgotten

It took a lot of effort for Widya not to slap the face she did not want to see again. Though he had forgotten about it, but why did that bastard have to appear while he was with Radit. It still feels really painful to remember what that jerk did to her first.

"Not seen each other in a long time, how are you?" he reached out to shake hands.

Staring unconcerned at the hand, Widya turned her head while tightening her arm against Radit.

Feeling ashamed that his hand was not touched, the jerk tried hard to put on a look pretending not to be angry and hurt. Which unfortunately failed him to do because both of his friends who were next to him chuckled to see him ignored by Widya. Ha! Feel that. How does it feel to be humiliated in front of others?

Not wanting her to be the only one who felt embarrassed, this time she attacked Widya by insinuating her.

"You can't forget me, can you? It feels impossible considering we have a long history first," he said with a small smile. "Is that why you don't want to shake my hand? Come on, Wid, it's been a long time, don't remember. Don't be so vengeful!"

How dare this jerk bring that up again with him. Damn her! Yes, right, Widya still remembers it. How could he possibly forget this man who was once his first love. Even he still remembers his name very clearly, Erlangga Pratama Wijaya or commonly called by the name Angga.

Just saying his name felt so sickening. How annoying it was for Widya to still remember the name of the man so clearly. Maybe this was all due to this jerk's actions on her in the past so it was very difficult for her to forget it that easily. The painful memory still feels fresh in his memory, as does the fish that is still fresh when fished, as well as the bad memories.

4 years ago..

Finally came today. After harboring feelings for 3 years, now the man he really likes will express love to him. Since Widya first saw him on the basketball court, she fell in love with him. However, they were different classes, so he could not see the man more often. Hence every day he could only stumble at the man from a distance, he was too embarrassed to look at the man's face up close.

Distinct from his attitude that likes to speak bluntly, when it comes to the man he likes, he will behave so shy. Even so, he tried hard for the man to realize his existence, which is certainly not a difficult thing. Having a beautiful face like her, of course, will attract attention wherever she goes.

When the man looked at her for the first time, Widya was very sure that she was also fascinated by him. Unfortunately, the fascination did not make him approach Widya or even express love for her. Every day Widya was so frustrated when the man just stole a look at her, just like he had been doing all this time. When are they going out? It seemed that the man had the same timid nature as himself.

Then Widya's long wait ended when the man was in his class when he stepped on 3rd grade High School. At that time, Widya felt that the meteka was destined to be together. However, even though they were already classmates, it took half a year for the man to declare love to her. It was better than that the man just kept quiet, did nothing to get close to him. His patience during these 2 and a half years was at least fruitful.

Unexpectedly, for the size of a shy man like himself, he dared to do that in their classroom. Despite the embarrassment of being seen and cheered on by her classmates, Widya was able to endure it because this was what she had wanted all along. Tucking her hair behind her ears, Widya waited patiently for the man to give her the bouquet of roses.

Then, without expecting it, the man gave the bouquet of roses to my friend who was next to Widya. Not enough to get there, Widya's shock grew as her countryman glanced at her with a mocking look.

"Well, look! That pretty face of yours isn't necessarily able to get anything you want." Such was the writing of the sentence emblazoned on his arrogant face to Widya.

It did not stop there, his hurt was humiliated like that in front of his classmates plus again when the man he had liked for so long said something that hurt him even more deeply.

"You don't think this flower is for you, do you, Wid?" erlangga said, smiling mockingly. "It seems like you've been misunderstanding all along. I've never liked you at all, and I don't really like girls like you anyway."

Enough is! Widya would not let these two ferrets ridicule her above her suffering. Getting up from her seat by rewinding her chair violently, Widya threw a cynical look at Erlangga.

"Who expects the carcass flower from you? Do you think I like you too? So confident of you, Ha!"

"Don't lie, everyone here knows that you've always liked me" he replied, not accepting Widya saying.

Spreading her eyes around her, Widya looked at everyone who was there just as cynical.

"Tell me, you pretentious creatures, did I ever say it directly with my own mouth, that I liked this piece!" point Widya at Erlangga while waiting for the response of all her classmates.

There was no answer, only annoying whispers filling the classroom.

"Well, look! Now who's spiciness here? " widya's smile scoffed at Erlangga. "If you're done with me, I'll leave you with this girl of yours. May you guys be happy, you two really are a good match."

Widya hastily got rid of those who blocked her path. Any longer here, he'll be out of breath. He needs a place to be alone.

Clenching her hands, Widya refrained from turning around and smashed into the head of the damn man with a chair nearby. Taking a deep breath, Widya tried to ease her anger for a while, before saying the words.

Without turning her back, Widya said in as calm a tone as possible, "Know what are you about my way of life? You'd better go glass first, before you say I'm rude."

After conveying that, Widya immediately walked out of the classroom. Then for half a year, he kept his distance from everyone in the class. He really did not want to be friends with the hypocrites. Being alone is better than spending time chatting with them.

Fortunately after the debate, Erlangga no longer bothers him, can even say he considers Widya as if she is not there. Good thing, he didn't think he was there either.

Back in the present, look at the innocent look of that jerk guy. After hurting him like that, he dared to show the face of the ferret in front of him again.

"What event do you mean? I don't remember her at all" Widya lied, happy to see the jerk hurt that he meant nothing to Widya to deserve to be remembered. "Of course I remember you, we'll never be in class, will we? As for me not wanting to shake your hand, it has nothing to do with what you're talking about. But my jealous husband isn't happy to see me shaking hands with just any man."

Quickly, Radit turned to him with a look of face that said 'I am not, don't lie!'. Ignoring that gaze, Widya just got tighter with her arm.

"Oh, are you married? I thought he was your girlfriend." Erlangga extended her hand to shake hands with Radit. "I'm sorry if I offended you, I didn't mean to."

"No problem."

Withdrawing the hand of Radit who intended to welcome the helping hand of Erlangga, Widya once again got a look of reprimand from her husband.

"I want to, too, but my husband is too impatient to have me. So yes, as you see now." Widya shrugged her shoulders.

"Why don't you invite me and our other friends? You should've invited us on your happy day."

"Friends? I doubt you were my friends" Widya said, unable to hold the disgust in her voice. "If I invite you, it will only ruin my happy day."

"You really haven't changed huh, it's still as rude as you used to be" she replied, insinuating Widya.

"You are the same, not changed, still a jerk as before" Widya replied, not to be outdone.

In an instant the two of them clashed face to face with indignation, which made the person near them feel uncomfortable.

"Oh yeah I just remembered, why didn't you attend our class reunion? It's impossible if you don't know it" he said, putting a plain expression on his face. "God! I just remembered. You're not joining our class group."

You son of a bitch, now he's attacking her by talking about him not in their class WA group.

Suddenly Widya felt a tense muscle in Radit's arm as she listened to the scathing innuendo directed at her. Staring at Radit, she saw a look of wrath on her husband's face. If he let it go, maybe soon there will be a fistfight here. Squeezing Radit's arm slowly, she tried to tell her husband to restrain himself.

Widya does not need anyone's help to silence the mouth of this jerk weasel. He was very capable of resisting his scathing speech.

"Oh that matter," the little Widya laughed, acting as if unaffected by the taunts. "Actually I was invited into the group, but within a few seconds I was straight out of there. Didn't you see it? No, no, look at this stupid ignorance of yours that thinks I'm being ostracized."

"What, moron?" furious, glared angrily at Widya.

"Yes, stupid. What else do you call this pretentious guy like you?" sahut Widya, with all his strength to hold Radit moving forward. "As far as you know, I never wanted to waste my time chatting with you. If you're self-conscious enough, you shouldn't come to me. Excuse me, there's more I have to do than serve up your unimportant chat."

Then with a steady step, Widya passed Erlangga and her two male friends. It felt so good to see the flabbergasted expression on the face of that jerk.

Unaware by Widya, Radit secretly throws a murderous gaze at Erlangga behind him as she intends to chase after Widya. Luckily he had a smart friend, because his friends stopped him from following Widya and received a fist from the fist that had been held by Radit at her side.