Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Bumil's Cravings
Days change, it does not feel like the weekend has returned. The weekend is always the day that Khaira looks forward to, because on Saturday and Sunday she can be full 24 hours with her husband, Radit.
The effect of pregnancy or what, it feels like since pregnancy Khaira has a new hobby that is sticking with her husband. Especially since moving to their own house, both throughout the day with the husband it feels like a fun activity for Khaira.
The morning after breakfast, they were sitting in the family room while watching television. Suddenly, Khaira seemed to crave and wanted to do interesting activities with her husband.
"Mas, there's something I want." she said as she took a seat by her husband's side.
Radit, who was watching the television channel, immediately turned his neck to look at his wife. "Well, what do you want, honey?"
Carefully, Khaira tries to express her wishes even though she herself is not sure the husband will comply this time.
"I want to go to the Old Town, Mom. Buy cincau tea and egg crust. Can't you?"
Radit smiled as his hand stretched out to the side of his wife's face. "You miss our memories of the old town? Want to make some more memories?" tanyakanya.
Just smiling, Khaira nodded her head. "Euhm, but the motor wants Mas. Riding in the car is already normal."
If Bumil's desire is only limited to making Omelette or sticking to it all day every weekend, Radit understands it. However, riding a motorcycle with the condition of Khaira who is pregnant is probably not the right choice.
"Good motorcycle danger for Pregnant Women, not later if suddenly rain how?" ask Radit to Khaira.
Instead of answering, Khaira went straight to the room and cried. Pregnancy hormones can indeed make a Pregnant Woman suddenly cry when her request is not met. And that's what's happening to Khaira right now. Crying in the room, just because her husband seemed to reject her wishes.
Facing pregnant women is required to be extra patient. That's what Radit is experiencing now, having to be patient in dealing with Khaira's often changing emotions, not to mention his wife who is easier to cry during pregnancy. Radit followed upstairs, slowly opening the door. Near his wife.
"Darling, not that I don't want to. I want to, but how about a car? I'm afraid of the dangers of riding a motorcycle. Not to mention if it rains. How's it?" radit asked gently and of course patiently.
Shaking head. "No, don't want to. I want to ride a motorcycle. If you don't want to, don't have to be papa."
Radit breathed. Honestly, he had never shaken Khaira during pregnancy by riding a motorcycle, on the other hand his wife was pregnant and his request this time was quite risky for Radit.
In order to avoid the Bumil's snag that can reach all day, Radit finally agreed to Khaira's desire to ride a motorcycle to the Old City.
"Yes, you change clothes first. I took care of the motorcycle because it had not been used for a long time" said Radit and he came out to clean and heat his motorcycle first.
While in the room, Khaira had prepared with Pregnant Women's trousers and white T-shirts. Not to forget he swiped his hair to be neater because he was exposed to the wind during a motorcycle ride. After ten minutes, Radit returned to the room, he found his wife was ready. Then Radit changed his clothes, then his eyes scanned at the appearance of his wife who felt was still lacking.
He told Khaira to sit down first, then he crouched down and put socks on Khaira's feet, after which he put gloves on both Khaira's palms.
Treated in such a way as to make Khaira moved, she held back her tears so as not to fall.
Then Radit stood up and observed his wife's appearance. "Wear the jacket honey, we're on the bike so we have to wear a jacket."
Khaira blinked her eyes. "My jacket doesn't fit all in Mas's stomach" he said by directing an eye to his stomach that began to look a little bulged.
Radit laughed, forgetting that his wife's stomach had begun to bulge. Therefore, Radit went to his closet, took one of his jackets, and put it on Khaira.
"You are so sweet, Mas." said Khaira, according to when Radit started wearing his jacket.
"Yes, because you and the baby I have to take care of. I don't want you to be hot, actually, not later if it rains, but because you're asking, we're going there." radit said while ensuring that Khaira was safe with the various equipment he provided.
Feeling that their preparations were done, Radit then went downstairs. He put a bottle of mineral water in his backpack, special cookies for pregnant women, tissue, and also hand sanitizer. So if on the street, his wife is thirsty or hungry, there is something to eat.
Complete already all of his backpack later, Radit brought with him Khaira to the front of the house. There he first put a helmet on his wife's head. Pairing the helmet hooks too.
"Mas, the bag let me carry it..." Khaira offers to bring the backpack.
"No, let Mas alone carry it." said Radit while carrying the backpack on the front covering his chest.
"Yukk..." The man gave his wife a warning to ride a motorcycle. "Slowly ascending...." Still Radit reminded Khaira to slow down while riding a motorcycle.
Feeling that his wife had been sitting comfortably, Radit immediately took off his motorcycle. He drove his motor slowly enough, because he was piggybacking on pregnant women. Even if the police are sleeping, Radit tries to avoid him so as not to cause a shock to his wife's stomach.
The man's eyes occasionally saw his wife's face from the rearview mirror of his motorcycle. In his heart was relieved that Khaira had smiled several times, and without being asked by Radit, the wife had already wrapped her hands around Radit's waist. Hold on tight while occasionally resting her face on her husband's back.
"Do you really want to ride a motorcycle to the Old City or want to tack the same as me, honey?" ask Radit while riding his motorcycle.
"It's not me who wants Mas .. but this Papa's son who wants to stick. So yes how dong." she said as she further tightened her grip on her husband's waist.
Radit commented with a smile, one hand holding his wife's hand which was beautifully wrapped around her waist. "Hmm, the nempel can only be the same Papa yes .. don't stick with each other. If you make Adek, Papa can not refuse deh...."