Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
The attention of Papa Radit
After Khaira and Baby Arsyila are confirmed to return home, Radit happily brings his wife and little daughter to their home. The house that became the growing environment for Arsyila, filled her love water tank with affection and all kindness.
"Welcome Home My Queen & Princess." said Radit as he opened the door for Khaira and Arsyila.
"Please Mas.." - Khaira said, smiling at her husband.
Radit grabbed his wife by the shoulder and led her home. "Well to the second floor can't darling? I'm still worried about your stitches" she said as they walked up the stairs to their room.
Khaira was actually also not sure can climb the stairs. However, inevitably he had to go through these stairs to get to the top.
"Euhm, try slowly. Hopefully it can." he said who began to move one foot to the first rung of the ladder.
"Do I need to carry my baby?" bargain who is so worried about the postpartum stitch injury experienced by his wife must be sick not playing.
Khaira smiled. "I'm a fat Arsyila, cook and you want to carry me anyway Mas? Are we carrying that?" tanyanya laughs.
Unlike Khaira, Radit's face looked panicked. "I'm worried Honey .. I'm also afraid of your stitch wounds."
Khaira looked at her husband's face. "I'll ride slowly Mas ... yuk, help me, Mas. If you help me, I'll be safe."
Carefully, Radit hugged Khaira's shoulder, every step Khaira took as if Radit was in pain and held his breath. After the two had reached their doorstep, Radit could breathe a sigh of relief.
"I'm okay Mas .. don't worry yes, this stitch wound does hurt. However, seeing Arsyila all the pain was gone. There are also you who are always on standby to help me, it feels like I have the strength to stay healthy and not feel pain." Khaira said as she looked at her husband's face.
"Well dear .. I just don't want anything to happen to you." He said while gently stroking the top of Khaira's head. "Yuk, come in sweetheart .. You also have to rest, resting Arsyila's sleeping."
The three of them immediately entered the room, and Khaira put her little daughter to sleep in the pink baby box.
Not yet moved from Arsyila's room, Khaira actually observed the beautiful face of her little baby who is a replica of her Papa. Radit who saw his wife still glued there, started patting her on the back. "Wish Mama didn't want to, did Princess Arsyila get stuck here alone?" he smiled at Khaira.
"Euhm, not really. I saw Arsyila's face, why is she so like you?" he said while pursing his lips.
Radit just chuckled amusedly. "There's you on her face too Arsyila kok Darling .. her eyelashes are flattened, her lips are small and thin, she's beautiful as well as you." said Radit while shuffling his wife's hair.
Khaira laughed too. "Mas, if the baby box is moved near our bed how? I feel sorry for Arsyila being alone here. I'm afraid if he wakes up or cries I don't hear."
Khaira's words made perfect sense, so Radit agreed to what Khaira wanted. "Alright I'll move this baby box Honey .. safe, there I am. Yes, you brought Arsyila to sleep in our bed first. You rest first, honey. You must still be sick and tired. I'll move this baby box first."
Finally Khaira returned to hold Arsyila and took her to her bed. True what her husband said, she still felt exhausted. Therefore, Khaira also fell asleep at the side of Arsyila.
Meanwhile, Radit starts reassembling the baby box and puts it on the side of Khaira's bed. As the wife requested. When stepping into his room, Radit was moved to see his wife who still looked exhausted and was sleeping on the side of Arsyila. Radit approached his wife for a moment, then landed a kiss of affection on his forehead.
Cup.
Some time when Khaira was asleep, she woke up when she heard Arsyila's cry. Slowly he got up and looked at his crying daughter.
"You woke up Arsyila, honey...." He said while lifting Arsyila and holding her to give the tiny baby breast MILK.
Getting the main food source, Arsyila then silent. Khaira smiled at the baby who was calm again. Then, he circulated his gaze and saw the baby box that had been neatly arranged on the side of his bed. In her heart she was grateful, her husband was completely reliable. Where is Mas Radit now? Why does this room feel so empty?
Just now Khaira wants to take a cellphone that is on the nightstand, apparently Radit has come and brought food in a tray.
"Wake up, dear?" tanyanya while walking to the side of Khaira's bed.
"I am Cariin loh Mas .. kok suddenly deserted her room" Khaira said as she looked at her husband's face.
"I'm down for a minute, ready to eat for you. You don't have to go up and down stairs. Earlier, Mother sent food through an online ojek. He said during your recovery postpartum, Mother who will send us food. You just focus on recovery and on Baby Arsyila" he said while taking a seat in front of his wife who was asI-hi the baby.
"Take a meal yes, I bribe .. let breast milk also healthy. Arsyila was also healthy because her mother ate a healthy diet." He said again while preparing to feed his wife with rice, vegetables, and side dishes.
Khaira's eyes glazed over and cared for her husband in such a way. "You are so good, Mas .. thank you, Mas has taken care of me and watched me until I was like a gini. I can still do it...."
One hand of Radit stretched out to touch his wife's face. "As your husband let me take care of you. In this house you only have me, right? So let me take care of you huh.." he said sincerely.
Khaira nodded her head. "Thank you very much, Mas .. I just don't feel good about you."
"Don't feel bad, we go both ways. Yuk, while eating yes ..this is her nutritional source My Princess, so eat healthy, which is a lot. Don't think about weight, I accept you for who you are" he said while feeding his wife so painstakingly.
Various foods carried by Radit had been spent by Khaira without a fight. The medicine and vitamins have also been taken.
"Mas, nitip Arsyila first yes .. I'm going to the toilet." Said Khaira who put Arsyila back in the baby box and she went to the toilet.
After a few minutes in the toilet, Arsyila woke up and cried. In a hurry Khaira immediately rushed out of the toilet.
"Mama's son cried yes." he said as he approached the crying baby.
"You want me to be fat, but I'm afraid Honey ... how do I do it?" tanya Radit who only holds her daughter's tiny hand.
Khaira smiled too. "Yuk, I taught Mas. .. Don't be afraid, you're Arsyila's Papa. Important head Arsyila in hold Mas. One hand supports the head, one hand supports the body."
She put Arsyila in her husband's arms. "Nih ... easy isn't it? Arsyila's coming with Papa...." He said while chuckling.
Radit still looks stiff. He could still not relax holding his baby. But the man looked teary. "Hi Arsyila Darling ... Papa's Princess."