Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Meet That Woman
A few days after returning home from a routine pregnancy checkup, Radit and Khaira's activities went on as usual. Radit was always diligent at work, while Khaira still taught at her campus every Wednesday.
For domestic work, Khaira insisted that she did not want to use ART services, because she felt she could still handle everything. During the weekend, the young couple also did a cleaning day to clean up together.
If Khaira cleans the refrigerator, and the area around the stove. Then Radit will clean the bathroom. If Khaira had cooked, Radit would have washed the dishes. Housework is done together. Special mopping the floor, Radit did forbid Khaira to do so. Mopping the floor is his job, will not be allowed his pregnant wife must be tired mopping the floor.
This afternoon, after her husband came home from work. Khaira asks Radit for permission to walk to a mini market located at the end of the street of her residential cluster.
"Mas, I want to walk to the minimarket in front of you?" khaira asked her husband.
Radit who was looking at the television, immediately turned to look at his wife. "To minimarket want to say what, dear?"
"You want to buy Yogurt specifically for Pregnant Women, Mas. Suddenly I want my yogurt." replied Khaira Sembali winked her eyes at her husband.
"In the refrigerator there is still Yoghurt kok Darling" said the man as his hands pointed at the refrigerator in the kitchen.
Khaira was sulking. "Yoghurt is specifically for Pregnant Women, Mas .. is not Yoghurt like that. The same way forward, find the wind."
Hearing his wife who began to sulk finally Radit allowed his wife to walk to the minimarket in front. But he would not let his wife walk on her own. He's the one who will take his wife to walk to the front minimarket.
The man started turning off his television, then stood up first. "Yuk, I take my Bumil .. want to walk, right?" tanyanya while extending her hand to hold Khaira's hand.
Get up soon. Khaira received her husband's hand. They walk hand in hand to the minimarket which is approximately only takes five minutes on foot.
Out of the house, it was late afternoon. The fresh wind blew making Khaira inhale the moving air with her nose. His eyes also looked around the housing. Green trees, flowers, and children playing in green open spaces became the sights that Khaira saw that afternoon.
"Why miss the streets like in Manchester first, baby? Almost every day we walk there." said Radit while staring at the face of his wife who increasingly ayu and motherly aura emanated.
Khaira nodded her head. "Euhm, yes .. thankfully my calf is not big yes Mas .. whereas almost every day the walk continues." The pregnant woman chuckled amusedly.
Radit laughed at his wife's words. Once at the minimarket, the man seemed tempted to the Cimol seller who was in front of the minimarket.
"Darling, can I wait outside? Want to buy Cimol." said Radit while pointing to a cart that read 'Cimol 5000' there.
Khaira nodded her head. "Yes, I'm looking for the yogurt first. I go inside first, later if it's already followed .. if I go first, I'll suck you."
Not directly buy yogurt, Khaira actually chose to look around first what is in the minimarket. If there is something interesting, he will buy it.
After all, this is how Eve likes to look around first. The duration of looking around is much longer, compared to the duration of buying items that are needed. So Khaira also walked down one by one aisle. He saw starting from toiletries, groceries, various snacks, then he went to the place of milk of pregnancy, there was yogurt in the form of powder specifically for pregnant women.
What he was looking for turned out to be there, then Khaira began to take the two boxes of Yogurt and immediately pay it to the cashier. Do not forget Khaira buy other snacks such as wheat bread and cookies.
Finished with almost one plastic bag, Khaira also opened the glass door minimarket. She wanted to see her husband who was still buying Cimol.
However, what Khaira saw right now made Khaira freeze instantly. His feet were heavy to step on. His eyes widened perfectly with a puddle of tears that had gathered at the corner of his tears.
The woman who used to scratch the wound so deeply in Khaira's heart. The woman who made him run. The woman who once demeaned him.
"What's that woman here for? Why was she not far from her husband? Could the two be together again?"
Various negative thoughts hit Khaira. The shadow of the dark past plus the experience that made him for the first time choose to run very far, now the old experience seemed to return before his eyes.
"Felly.." that woman is Felly.
Without going back to see Radit, Khaira chooses to walk to his house first. He walked by withstanding the tears and tightness in his eyes.
Seeing that Khaira is starting to walk to his house, Radit decides to chase after his wife. Leaving Cimol who had been ordered.
"Honey .. wait, dear." said Radit by speeding up his footsteps chasing Khaira.
Reluctant to stop, Khaira actually accelerated her footsteps. His feelings were relieved as soon as he got home. Just as he put a plastic bag containing his groceries in the living room, he entered his bedroom.
That's where he was crying. Her husband was just acting normal, not seen a conversation with Felly who was both standing around the Cimol wagon. Again Khaira was caught up in her past experiences. Increasingly crowded because it is precisely Khaira is afraid that Radit might just leave him again, just like the old time where Radit chose to leave home and live with Felly.
When Radit left, Khaira had no reason to stay. Now if it happens again, then once again she will not be able to survive and Khaira is sure that she will be destroyed because now she already loves her husband. If in the past Khaira could choose to go to England to study S2, now with its condition that is two-bodied where Khaira must go. Her feelings dissolve plus the effects of pregnancy that allows Khaira to think a lot.
Khaira cried sobbing, drifting in the thoughts that filled her head. Every now and then Khaira wiped away the tears that fell on her face. Sometimes his hands stroked his stomach that was growing more and more bulging.