The Hate That Ends Marriage

Unfriendly Attitude

The hurt feeling of being deceived by Radit like this really hurt Widya's feelings. She did not expect that her husband was still in contact with her ex-boyfriend. Because if they had never come into contact with each other, it would have been impossible for Radit to be this cold to her.

Moreover, who can explain his distance-keeping behavior to Widya in recent days, other than because Radit has promised to meet with his ex-girlfriend secretly at a reunion event today. Perhaps he had given up on Widya that night, so Radit now chose to return to her ex's arms.

Then, Radit intends to divorce her? It seems so, considering that he had already removed their wedding rings. Even if Widya thought carefully, the incident this afternoon at the book house might just be her delusion, when she thought Radit would kiss her. Quite the opposite, maybe at that time she intended to kiss her husband there.

Nah! This is not the time to reflect on Radit's folly and deception on him. All she has to do now is follow her deceitful husband to his secret rendezvous with his ex-girlfriend. Of course, if Radit is really going to go there, or it is also one of his other lies to Widya.

Wait up! This is not the time for me to draw a rash conclusion like this. It could be just a misunderstanding.

"Sister Widya! Is Widya listening to me?" call Ririn with a tired tone of voice.

"Oh?" Widya just stared at Ririn with a look still unable to focus.

"What did you think that you didn't listen to me speak? This is not the time to daydream, Widya," said Ririn, sighing in frustration. "If we just keep quiet here, then the reunion is over."

"Is that woman married?" chirps Widya, ignoring Ririn's warning.

"Which woman?"

This time Ririn who looked unable to focus, she gave a confused look at Widya.

"Of course that Betadin is, who else?" cetus Widya is upset.

"Nadin's name, Widya's sister, is not Betadin" Ririn said.

"Whatever, I don't care." Widya waved her hand indifferently. "Jawab my question, is he married or not?"

"What does Kak Nadin's status have to do with this?"

"Rilina!"

Widya's impatient voice undoes Ririn's intention to ask even more.

"I know he's not married. If he's married, the whole village will know. I told you that both of his parents were here, so it's impossible...."

"Later your long story," Widya said, cutting Ririn's rant quickly. "Now we must hurry, our time is not much."

"I've said it since, but Widya's sister is still aja ngeyel," muttered Ririn, pursing her lips displeased.

"But there's one more thing I want to ask."

"Oh my goodness, Widya! There are so many questions in Widya's head."

"It's important. How do you know that Betadin does not remind me of his name!" reprimanding Widya, seeing Ririn's mouth open to correct her call for Radit's ex-girlfriend. "Where did you hear about the woman's arrival? And all day long I have not heard anything from the people here about his arrival."

"I have a lot of informants everywhere, Widya. So, knowing something like this is not difficult for me. The point is, I always knew what happened in this village earlier than anyone else."

"I suspect all of your informants are famous gossipers in this village," Widya said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "That's it, it's none of my business. All we have to think about is how to catch Radit as soon as possible. Do we have a solution?"

"Unfortunately no," murmured Ririn gloomily. "All the vehicles in the house are being used by Father and Bang Radit. Now at home there's only leftover butut bikes that have been unused for a long time."

"Maybe I can get there on foot. Radit said their reunion wasn't too far from here."

"Yes, it's not far. It only happens if Widya goes on a motorcycle" said Ririn, staring skeptically. "If Widya went there on foot, rest assured when she got there everyone had gone home. If the distance was that close, it would be impossible for Bang Radit to go home to borrow a motorbike."

"This is why I told him that we had to have a car. If that's so, I won't be this busy to catch up with the deceitful bastard" Widya murmured, speaking to herself. "Then what should we do? Do we borrow from our neighbors? Oh, no, no, no. I don't have any neighbors I'm familiar with here."

"That's how I told you to familiarize yourself with the neighbors. Widya's sister can not be said," grumbled Ririn. "If you've been listening to my advice, we don't have to be so dizzy,"

"Oh yeah, we'll borrow it from your friends!" exclaimed Widya, smiling brightly. "Well, let's go! I'll wait for you here while getting ready."

Although Ririn grumbled at length, at least her sister-in-law did not refuse her request. When he had just turned from the direction of Widya's house, suddenly a familiar figure passed in front of his house using a motorcycle. Before the bike went further, Widya immediately called the figure who was driving on the bike.

Like help descending from the sky, Gilang appeared out of nowhere, saving Widya from this crisis. Tonight she coincidentally appeared in front of her house. Not wanting to waste the golden opportunity, so Widya thoughtlessly called out to him.

The impact of his call, not only stopped Gilang, but Ririn also stopped right near the Gilang vehicle stopped.

"Wait there, don't go! I need to take something," Widya asked, raising her hand to signal that the two of them should not move even a little bit from there.

Then he ran into the house as fast as he could, picking up the cookies he had prepared yesterday. There is also a point he tried to make the cake, now he can use it. However, he did not think that his homemade cookies would be used to catch up with his thinning husband.

Walking back outside the house, Widya approached the two people who were chatting seriously. Then he handed the cake into Gilang's hand.

He knew why Gilang called him that. Because his pastry is not perfect as he made with his mother when in the city. The pastry made is very unsightly shape, there are even some cakes that are rather charred in the parcel.

"Maybe my cake looks so bad in your eyes, but I can guarantee that it doesn't taste as bad as it looks" Widya said, smiling shyly. "Go to the subject only. I gave this to you, because I wanted to ask you for help."

"Alright, I will accept this gift of yours. And about the reply of this 'cake'," he said, lifting the parcel. "I heard it from Ririn earlier. But remember, this gift of yours is still not enough to repay my help. Next time give me a better 'cake' than this. Do you mind my request?"

"Of course not! You take it easy, if I have more free time, I will make you a better 'cake' than this" Widya promised. "Now let Ririn drive you home. I have to prepare myself, before Ririn comes back."

After saying that, Widya ran back into her house and waved her hand.

"Now let me ask," said Ririn, turning her head to Gilang after Widya entered her house. "Why is Bang Gilang here? Is Bang Gilang not coming to the reunion this time?"

"I have no intention of going there. Don't ask me again!" Gilang stopped Ririn who wanted to ask further. "Hurry up! Remember this is urgent, as you said. During the trip to my house, you can tell me what the urgent matter is."

"Pass," Rejected Ririn, immediately sitting in the back. "If Bang Gilang were a ogah for the story, I would do the same. Well, let's go!"

Ririn.provided a cue to Gilang by patting him on the shoulder.

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Upon arriving at the destination, Ririn immediately left him there alone to finish his affairs. Now is the time for Widya to meet the two couples in this place. Tonight she had dressed all-out, even wearing her favorite party dress. This she did in order to increase her confidence to crash her husband's affair.

Let him regret letting go of a woman as beautiful as me.

For the sake of being able to come here, Widya must overcome her fear of riding a motorcycle with Ririn again. Her sister-in-law never changed, she was still so wild while riding a motorcycle. It seems he was not affected even a little about the accident that had happened to the two of them first. No wonder the accident wasn't so bad. However, still his memory of being thrown from the motorcycle at that time still felt so clear in his memory.

Even so, it was fortunate that the two of them could arrive safely at her husband's school reunion. The reunion event was held at a restaurant about 15 minutes from his home. On their trip earlier, Ririn had told him that these alumni always hold reunion events at this place. Perhaps because this was the restaurant of the parents of one of Radit's schoolmates, that was how Ririn told him.

It was easy to find a place where the alumni gathered. Their frenzied voices echoed within the restaurant. Spreading her gaze, Widya looked for her husband among all the people conversing in the corner of the room.

Then his eyes caught a man larger than the others, sitting at the very corner on the long bench. Before calling out to her, Widya was silent for a while in her place to control her facial expression. Then she called out cheerfully to her husband's name as he walked up to her.

Ahah! Look at the face of the impostor. He seemed very surprised by my arrival.

"Widya, why are you here? Shouldn't you be home?" radit said, staring at her in confusion.

That's what you want. "Of course I'm here to see you." Why, do you wish I wasn't here? "I'd deliberately want to surprise you."

"Who is it, Dit? Your wife?" ask a curious man.

"This is Radit's beautiful wife" said a man next to the man who asked.

"Wow good catch, man," seduced a man, who sat at the very end near the wall.

"Include him to us dong, Dit. We didn't have time to come to your wedding at the time, so we didn't know her yet" one woman asked.

For a few moments everyone who was there spoke simultaneously so that it caused a commotion that made Widya's head feel like breaking. However, there is one person who attracts his attention when Radit calms his friends who are frenzied is not the bitch.

Across from where Radit was sitting was a woman silently staring at the furore around him quietly. He seemed not too concerned by the commotion caused by Widya's sudden appearance. Or you could say, she is not too interested in Widya's status as Radit's wife.

As if feeling Widya's gaze on him, the woman glanced at him, and her eyes trembled when she returned a hostile look from Widya. Funnily enough, she acted as if unaware of Widya's sincerity towards her, she curled a friendly smile at her hypocritical face.

"Widya, why are you quiet? Come sit!" pull Radit slowly on his arm.

"Oh, of course," Widya's smile was as sweet as possible.

Approaching Deni's seat next to Radit, she asks her husband's best friend to give her space. Realizing the unspoken request, Deni immediately shifted a little from his place.

When he was sitting on his stool, Radit put his jacket on Widya's feet under the table.

"Why of all the clothes you have to wear this skimpy dress?" whispered Radit exasperated.

"It's not minimal at all. The dress is still below the knee" Widya replied flatly.

"It's still a skimpy dress. Just look as you sit down, your pretty dress is exposed to your knees."

Perfect acting, my husband. Don't you think I'll be fooled by this protective attitude of yours.

"You're too much" Widya said, closing the nonsense conversation with her eyes as Radit wanted to protest again.

Although reluctant, Radit finally did not complain to her about her dress. Not because she relented to Widya, but her friends did not give her a chance to talk to her privately again. Curious nature of his school-time friends saved Radit from Widya's rampage that almost exploded.