Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Conveniences
Long before Radit got out of the car, he saw how his wife was bowed. It is not usual for Khaira to behave like this. Even his wife did not realize that her car had stopped not far from his presence.
Radit chose to go down and slowly opened the car door so as not to make a sound. Even slowly the man stepped out his legs and now stood before his wife. "Darling ... How do you daydream?" he stood right in front of Khaira.
Feeling that something was disturbing his daydream, Khaira raised her head slowly. Her net is with her husband's netra. "Mas.." His mouth opened with a smile on the corner of his lips.
Radit's hand stretched out to grab the hand bag and laptop bag that his wife was still holding, then took him to the car. The man opened the door first for Khaira. After he circled the car and landed himself in the steering chair.
Just now Radit was sitting, apparently Khaira just grinned her face on her husband's chest. "Mas.." again those are the only words spoken.
Finding his wife acting quite strangely, Radit simply stroked her head gently and landed an affectionate kiss on his wife's forehead. "You why? Hm."
Khaira immediately pulled her head from her husband's chest. In a hurry he shook his head. "No papa.." - Sahut Khaira.
Feeling that his wife was different, his mood suddenly fell apart so Radit first gave his wife some time to calm down. He could only be patient, waiting for his wife to tell him. Khaira was indeed the type of woman who harbored everything in her heart, but if it was certain Khaira would speak. Therefore, Radit chose to be silent, not to worry so much and wait until his wife would tell him.
Radit strongly believed that Khaira would tell stories, and whenever Khaira told him, Radit would always give his ear to hear the grievances of Khaira.
Along the way, Khaira chooses silence when she is usually always cheerful and discusses anything with her husband. In fact, often times, Khaira also tells how he teaches, students who are units, even trivial things Khaira always talks about. Communication is indeed one way to maintain household harmony, and that is what Radit and Khaira have always built. Both love to share with each other through their daily stories. This time, however, Khaira chose silence. What a strange sight for Radit.
Once at home, Khaira chose to go straight into the room. Radit followed his wife into the room. Without a second thought, he immediately grabbed his wife's body into his arms. When the mouth is unable to speak, a hug can provide comfort and strength.
Only his arms and hugs gently stroked his wife's long hair. A few moments quiet. Eventually, Khaira let out her voice.
"Mas ... Today my mood is a mess." Khaira looks like she's about to start her chat.
"Why? You can tell me the same story." said Radit, the man was still rubbing the soft hair scented Cherry Blossom.
Khaira looked up at her husband's face. "So when I was traveling to the classroom, there was a student who showed me. He said I was young, I was only a few years apart from them, but I was pregnant. Usually the campus is not only a place to study, but also draw the latest gossip. Even the Lecturer did not escape being used as a gossip for the students" said Khaira who still hugs her husband.
Khaira shook her head. "No. Why make the announcement that I am married. Maybe they saw my stomach growling. However, I was thinking maybe I was too young a time, Mas to get pregnant. Be them to lick to me. Euhm, but something makes me stoic."
"Who?" ask Radit quickly.
"Your name...." Khaira answered quickly.
Exhaling his breath rough. "Tama corner you Mas, he said Tama had seen you walk to the Mall with him. I thought something was wrong with my wedding. When someone else judges my husband, I don't accept him. You've changed anyway." Khaira told me with blazing emotions.
Radit smiled at Khaira's words, his heart warmed because Khaira did not accept it when someone else judged him. "It's okay, besides it's all just the past. And, I guess .. I don't have to prove my changed self to anyone, enough you know. You are my witness that I have changed. You are my reason for change. You made me a better man" Radit said sincerely.
"Yes it's the past, but my ears are hot to hear it. I told Tama to forget everything. I told him why I gave you a chance because of course I love you, Mas. And, your words hurt me, but at least you didn't play a hand. Because I wouldn't give a chance to a guy who likes to hit" Khaira said.
"Yes dear .. I know, my words and my attitude hurt you a lot. However, my hand will never hit a woman, honey. Whoever it is. But until now I still regret, because my words used to hurt you so much. And, your silence is precisely what makes me uneasy. Your silence made me realize how deep the wound I was giving. I'm sorry, honey." again Radit apologized for his old mistake.
Khaira shook her head. "Don't apologize again, forget what you used to be. I really have forgiven you. Even now, I don't think I could have a day without you, Mas ... I Love U Mas Radit." she replied while tightly hugging her husband's waist.
Radit rubbed his chin at the top of Khaira's head. " I Love U too, Dear Khairaku. So ... now it's relieved right, nothing is stored in the heart, right? Don't pout anymore. Because we're going all together, right? Yeah, I went back to the office, baby. The break is over, I'll be back in the afternoon."
"Mas ... Can I come to the office?" ask Khaira spontaneously. It is not usual for Khaira to ask to follow her husband to the office. Do pregnancy hormones really make pregnant women sometimes ask outside of their habits? This demand for spontaneity actually makes Radit anxious.
Radit just chuckled amusedly at the words of his wife.
"Are you really going to the office? Who wants a Mama or Baby A?"
Khaira hid her face in her husband's chest. "It would be nice if there was a Mas that felt comfortable. Who wants Mama and Baby A. Euhm, but the son of Papa who wants to stick. Can't Papa, we go to the office?"