Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Meet Old Friends
After it was done to remove the contraceptive device and chat for a moment in the car, Radit's phone suddenly rang.
"I picked up the phone first, honey...." Radit asks Khaira for permission to pick up the phone that goes into his phone.
Khaira. "Fuck me, Mas...."
Dimpled
Callings
Soon Radit shifted the green icon on his phone screen.
[Yes Dim, what is it?] radit said as soon as he picked up the phone.
[Udah in Indonesia, Bro? Meeting yuk.] Dimas answers across there.
[Can, now?] ask Radit.
[Yuk, in the cafe near our office was Bro.] jawan Dimas.
[Okay, I went there.].
The phone call ended, Radit immediately put his phone back in his pants pocket.
"Why Mas?" khaira asked with a slight look on her husband's face.
"Well, a minute, okay? Dimas is sure I'll see you. Maybe she is." she replied with a smile.
Khaira nodded her head. "Eh, Iha but how am I, Mas?"
Radit looked back at Khaira as his hands kept control of the car's steering and his feet controlled the pedals and brakes down there. "Yes I'm coming with dong, honey. We are in agreement now. Wh why? Hm."
"I'm ashamed of Mas." he said, allowing his eyes to see the view behind his car window.
One hand of Radit grabbed Khaira's hand. "Don't be shy, just Dimas. Let him know my beloved wife."
"Can already know." replied Khaira as she pursed her lips.
"Don't put his lips, later if I'm sun, lash. You are a seductive darling." she replied with a smile of her own.
"Isshhh, what the hell Mas. The talk continues. Shame to know."
The absurd conversation continued until they finally arrived at the cafe that Radit and Dimas had promised before.
Radit then gets off, circles the car and opens the door for Khaira. After closing the door of his car, he clasped Khaira's hand and led her into the cafe in the central area of the capital.
The two of them entered the cafe by circulating their eyes, looking for the figure of Dimas who was already in the cafe first.
"Hey Bro, here." Dimas' voice calling Radit was quite audible.
Finally Radit still holding Khaira's hand walked to the table that had been occupied by Dimas.
The two old friends gave tos with a fist fight, then gave a hug while patting each other's backs.
"Lo crazy, yes, already in Jakarta not giving news" said Dimas who was still patting his best friend's back.
Radit laughed. "Just a week in Jakarta, Bro. How's healthy?"
Radit then sees Khaira still standing next to him. "Know Bro, My wife. Don't know me, you know me too."
Dimas and Khaira shook hands and smiled awkwardly. Lousy. They used to meet every usual, enter why now it feels awkward.
"Hai Khai, how are you?" greet Dimas.
"Good Brother... Brother Dimas how are you? Healthy?" sahut Khairah.
"Healthy dong..," he said while laughing. "Yuk, sit down first. You guys pesen gih."
The three sat down while Khaira opened the menu book that was already on the table.
Dimas seemed to observe the happy couple in front of him. He smiled at finally his best friend could be truly happy now. Even happier than before.
Our partner reflects who we are. Along with Khaira, Radit looks happy and radiates a positive aura. And so Khaira, with Radit she was happy, in the amount of time they had spent together made their love water tank completely full, overflowing, and the two looked happy together.
"Bro, how can you marry Khaira anyway? That's a question that often crosses my head. And Khaira, it's not like we met so long ago you said you already have a husband? Is your husband not Radit? Obviously, I'm still curious." Dimas flocked the two with various questions, while Khaira was downcast in embarrassment while occasionally glancing at her husband.
Radit breathed for a moment. "We've got both parents, bro. At first I just did wrong with Khaira, finally I resigned to chase him to Manchester. Strange life I'm Bro, but grateful now I'm happy with Khaira."
Dimas seems to listen to Radit's story, although not details but at least he knows why the two can get married.
"Keep in Manchester your job what? Lo it's crazy, ninggalin already established work, which can profit bonuses every year so aja." Dimas sneered while drinking coffee that he had previously ordered.
Radit chuckled before answering Dimas' question. "My job is just one Bro, keep my wife full-time 24 hours."
Dimas shook his head at his friend's reply. "Lo crazy. It's called unemployment." Dimas laughed. "That's how proud it is."
Radit spread his shoulders. "That's a noble job know, don't you darling?" trying to get a defense from Khaira, his wife.
Khaira refused to answer, she just laughed.
"You guys order first, mostly talk until you haven't pesen." Dimas interrupts Radit and Khaira to order food immediately.
"Which order is dear? Ice Chocolate or what?" radit asked Khaira who was still flipping through the menu book in her hand.
"Es chocolate is Mas." Khaira answered.
"I've guessed.." said Radit.
Radit orders two ice chocolates for Khaira and himself. Five minutes later, waitress delivered their order.
"Tumben lo not pesen coffee? Usually coffee." asked Dimas as if he looked into Radit's face.
"Gue has not been drinking coffee, because it has stomach acid. Khaira I don't drink coffee anymore, yes. I stopped, for the sake of my beloved wife." she replied with a smile.
Dimas dabbled at the absurd behavior of his best friend. "Lo changed a lot, Bro, but I'm happy seeing my best friend. I told you that a healthy relationship has a positive impact. While toxic relationships only hurt, Bro. Like you install a pasung on your own body. I see you happy like this. I was witness to your life first, Bro."
Khaira seems interested in Dimas' words, but she believes one thing is that toxic relationships are like putting a harness on ourselves.
"What was Mas Radit like?"
"Don't open his card here, Khai, you know what Radit is. Don't talk about the past, talk about it now. Anyway I'm happy to see you two. I sincerely said this."
Radit nodded his head. "Thank you, man, for everything. You are my best friend. But, don't go too late yourself Bro. Marriage is worship Bro...."