Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
The Beginning of Falling in Love
Women are indeed creatures that need recognition and statement. Even so with Khaira at this time, his heart felt tight when he saw Felly, but heard Felly's remark that a few months after their wedding chaos, Radit began to fall for him. Really it?
"Mas, since when do you love me?" the question came out of Khaira's mouth.
The man did not think that Khaira would ask him that question. Questions that made his heart beat. He tried to look down at his wife's face, but only a strand of her hair was visible.
Khaira raised her head. "When did you love me, Mom? Don't answer if that's what you said since we were kids, because it's not true. The fact is that even when you grow up, you're dating another woman?"
Radit sighed, his eyes glaring and trying to recall the moment when he fell in love with his wife.
"Since we both stayed at the house of Mother Ranti and Father Wibi for the first time. That was the first time I fell in love with you. I remember clearly how for the first time, we were in one room. At that time I was just lying on my bed playing my phone, but seeing your serious face at that time somehow felt my heart rustle. The night we spent together, we slept holding hands without our knowledge. Then, the morning you cook Timlo Solo. From that moment on, I loved you. I'm the only coward, I don't dare say it." Radit solemnly said.
"Why is that why you can fall in love?" ask Khaira who seems doubtful.
Radit landed a kiss of affection on Khaira's forehead. "Have you ever heard that it only takes a human 90 seconds to fall in love? That's what I'm going through. You have a lot of charms that made me fall in love with you when we were together at Mother's house at the time."
Silent for a moment, Radit paused his words. "Now, please. Don't be sad anymore. Pity our children, if his mother is sad continue." said the man with his hands rubbed his wife's arms.
"Then you love me not?" again Khaira asked who once again made Radit's heart beat so fast.
"of course. Do you doubt me?" radit asked his wife.
"not doubted. I just want to ask for clarity." said Khaira who actually cried on her husband's chest.
"Did what he said affect you?" ask Radit slowly.
Khaira shook her head. "No. It's just that I feel like, before the accident, you never tried to fight for me long before I ran, went all the way to Manchester?"
"I once came home to see you. I waited a long time in front of the gate. That'sme I. Unfortunately, we did not meet. I was happy to escape from him and I suffered because of your departure. You can ask Dimas everything, because he is my witness." Radit said solemnly.
"Can we forget all this? Leaving everything behind us and equally looking to our future." again the man said with earnestness, he hoped that Khaira would understand.
"Mas.." she called her husband again.
"Hmm, what?" radit answered quickly.
"Are I really the first woman for you?"
Radit nodded his head, his chin moving over the top of his wife's head. "Yes. It's just you."
"I love you, Mas." she said with tears in her eyes. Until the circle of tears that also wet Radit's face.
The sincere confession of love from Khaira was felt right down to his heart and heart. His wife is not the type of person who always says love words, but Radit knows very well that Khaira loves him.
Radit seemed to rub the wet face of his wife. Landed a kiss on his wife's forehead. "I love you too, my dear... It's all over, isn't it? Is there anything that still bothers your mind. We can talk about everything, but it would be nice not to discuss the past. If you cry sad, I am in more pain. And remember, the emotional condition of pregnant women affects the fetus they contain. You're both my priorities. You and our son, I'll take care of you both. Make sure you're both safe."
Khaira nodded her head. "I'm sorry, because I was so emotional. I'm afraid of losing you again, Mom. It's been quite a bad experience in the past, I don't want to experience it anymore." Khaira admits not wanting to experience bad events in the past, all women do not want to receive half-hearted love from her husband. All women want to be made the only queen in the heart and life of her husband.
Radit still rubbed his wife's face. "Yes, I don't want to lose you anymore either. Don't think about running, don't think negatively. Because we'll always be together like this. We're getting old together, honey. And I want only you to accompany me."
Now the man is holding his wife under him. Radit returns Khaira's kiss earlier. The lips she always missed. Her lips are as soft as cotton candy and as sweet as those flakes of glucose.****** her lips, until it feels like Khaira's heart has stopped beating.
Radit's fingertips moved on the side of his neck which made Khaira crumble instantly. In a movement that made his stomach swirl. Khaira could only close her eyes and drift away in a deep kiss with her husband.
The man kissed the tip of his wife's lips, sweeping the thin, rancid lips with his tongue. Not lingering, the kiss moved to the two sides of his wife's face. Gave wet kisses there. Until finally the movement was getting down on the neck of his wife. Sucking the neck area until it leaves a mark like an abstract painting there.
Their breathing rang, as Radit gave a small bite to Khaira's earlobe.
"Khaira's... Kirana..."
In between his fondness, Radit tried to maintain his sanity. Just to make sure to reveal an important confession to his wife.
"I love you, Khaira... Loves you so much. Not Khaira, please. Don't doubt my feelings. I love you."
The confession that made Khaira shed tears.
Quickly, the man kissed his wife's wet eyes. Letting his feelings touch every inch of his wife's facial skin.
"Sstt... Please don't cry. You've been crying a lot." said the man softly.
Khaira opened her eyes and found her husband's face right in front of her. "I love you too, Mas Radit..."
Both of their lips meet each other like a seal that emphasizes the feeling of both of them love each other, have each other, even fear of loss. In a very rhythmic kiss, full of feelings.
This is the real sign of the form of love.
Something that makes the couple no longer care about what is happening behind them. Yes, they will let the past behind them and embrace the future by filling each other's love tanks.