Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Fall in Love
It's been a few days. However, the happiness that Khaira felt when she found out that there was a life in her womb made her so happy.
Throughout the day at home, he often looked at photos of the results of USG and his finger gently stroked the picture of a black dot that was not too shaped like a baby. Khaira is so happy and hopes her fetus will grow up healthy and strong.
A gentle swipe at the top of Khaira's head, made her look up and meet her husband's neutrals face to face. Radit looked at Ayu Khaira's face and gave a warm smile to his wife.
"Our son, Mas. The first photo is of the baby." he said while laughing a little.
However, the laughter suddenly turned into a sobbing. Hormonal changes due to pregnancy apparently make Khaira now become crybaby, especially when it comes to child problems. "Not surprisingly, there's a baby here. Even though it is still as big as an apple seed, its shape is not clear, but I already love it very much."
Radit slowly changes Khaira's position, making his wife to face him. His thumb rubbed every tear that fell down his cheek. "Bumil is now a crybaby. Must be the baby who makes Mama very easy to cry kayak now" he said.
"Yes, that's the first photo of our son, baby. But for me the shape is clear, gender doesn't matter to me, honey. It's certain that the guy she'll be like me, if the girl is for sure she'll be as pretty as you." Radit paused his speech, then felt Khaira's stomach was still flat, not yet seen baby bump there. "Papa's in love with this baby. Just like Papa who every day fell in love with his mother, Papa also fell in love every day with the baby's grandpa." he said so sincere.
The two share a warm, deep gaze, a smile that conditions happiness, and a hope to be a good parent to their child. Time seemed to stop, locking the two neutrals against each other. They are now not just two, but three with their baby.
Radit eroded the distance and the sight now descended on his wife's lips which always made her opiate to kiss him. His movements were like "slow motion" which was so slow and his hand was already holding onto Khaira's chin. Before the two lips met and linked to each other, there was a knock on the door.
Radit growled low, then rubbed his face rough before finally opening the door of his room. He was quite surprised to find his mother knocking on the door of his room. "What's the Mother?" his sap while his face was a bit sullen because his activities with Khaira failed miserably.
Another with Radit, Mother Ranti actually laughed. "Based on the bad boy, do not often nakalin Mommy's child yes" he said while hitting his child's arm.
Radit was upset with his mother's words. "Radit is the child of the Mother" he said while holding his arm that had been beaten with anxiety by his mother.
"Mother's child is Khaira ya." said the Mother while chuckling amusedly. "You are resistant, Khaira is just pregnant young, do not often nakalin. Ah, Mother until she forgot. Below are your in-laws. They came to visit Khaira and the future grandchildren."
Radit was just a whimper while scratching his nape which was actually not itchy at all. He then went into the room, and brought Khaira down. "We go down yuk Darling, under the Father of Ammar and Mother of Dyah. They came for your Tengokin and future grandchildren he said."
By linking fingers together, they went down to meet Khaira's parents who came to visit. Once he reached the living room, Khaira immediately rushed into the arms of his Father and Mother.
"Dad ... Mommy ..." he said happily, but Khaira's voice suddenly changed and was accompanied by a sob.
Mother Dyah gently stroked her daughter's back. "Ditengokin kok even cry? Why?" ask the Mother who still hugs her child.
Khaira took off her embrace with her hand rubbing the tears that had already flooded her face. "Khaira seems to be a crybaby, Mommy" he said with laughter mixed with sobs.
"Sabar ya Radit, innate pregnant people are all kinds. There are nausea, vomiting, irritability, even some because the content is weak must bedrest for months." said Mother Dyah while patting the shoulder of her daughter-in-law's child.
Radit nodded. "Yes Mother, Radit will be patient and at the same time practice to be a husband who is on standby."
The answer made the whole family laugh.
"Congratulations, Khai, you're finally going to class again, you've got a new experience of being a mother. What's wrong, son?" asked the father by looking at his son with a twinkle of happiness.
"Thank You Dad. Khaira hasn't craved anything" she replied as she stroked her flat stomach.
"If you want something to say to Daddy and Mommy too. Even though we are not one house, if we want something, we can send it here. Do not hesitate." said Ammar's father who was also embraced by Mother Dyah.
"Dear, if you crave something say yes. Don't feel bothered, it's not at all. We are happy even because Father and Mother will also go to class to be Grandpa and Grandma" said the Mother who was sitting next to Khaira.
Radit smilingly observed the happiness on the faces of his parents and in-laws. "Actually Khaira has a cravings" said Radit suddenly who made all eyes immediately on him.
"What cravings?" ask Mother Dyah.
"I want Radit's cat to keep going, don't you love?" he said as he rolled his eyes tempting Khaira.
The answer made the whole family laugh. Mother Ranti felt like pinching her son who gave the strange answer.
"What did your husband really say?" ask Mommy Ranti.
Khaira slightly lowered her head, she was ashamed to admit it actually. However, he finally let out a voice answering Mother Ranti's question. "Uhm, like yes Mother. If a pregnant woman smelled her husband's perfume nausea, Khaira even mengeneng. So the nempel wants to continue the same Mas Radit." he replied accompanied by a red hue on both cheeks.
"Tuh, Radit doesn't lie anyway" he said as he scrambled the tops of his wife's heads.
The presence of baby candidates in the world does bring happiness for the whole family. Especially for Radit and Khaira, welcoming prospective new family members in a family that supports each other, loves each other, and protects each other makes both so happy.
As a result, when his parents and in-laws dissolve in chatter, Radit is busy gently rubbing Khaira's hair, holding each finger of Khaira's fingers, or even inhaling the fragrant aroma of his wife's hair. It is not only Khaira who wants to stick with her husband, Radit is the same. He wants to stick with his wife and baby who are still in the womb of Khaira. Back the two fall in love not with each other, they fall in love with their baby. The sign of love of both.