Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Ruffled
Khaira re-entered the room where Radit was being treated with tears. His heart ached and felt tight. Found the fact that his own friend hit them both, as if in disbelief, but that's the fact.
Khaira immediately rested her body on the cold walls of the Hospital. Her husband was also unconscious. Khaira's heart seems to be raging.
"Wake up Mas Radit .. I miss you. Miss you so much." he said with a sob and trembling lips.
It is undeniable how scared Khaira is right now, as long as she is the wife of Raditya Wibisono, she never sees her husband on the bed in pain. Fear of something unwanted happening. I don't know how long she's been crying at the moment, but her heart is still not relieved because her husband is still not awake.
Walking slowly, Khaira took a seat beside her husband's gurney. "How long has the effect of this drug been? I've missed you Mas .. kangen as ignorant as you. Your mode. Don't just sleep like this Mas ... You don't miss me and Arsyila?"
Ruffled. That is the feeling of Khaira at this time. In his silence, Khaira closed her eyes. Letting her tears run. People say crying can bring relief and that's what Khaira is doing. Crying wished her a little relief, but in fact her heart was increasingly crowded.
Slowly he held onto Radit's hand which was not fitted with an infusion needle. He held it and kissed the back of his hand several times.
"At least realize Mas .. I miss. Mas Radit.." his voice was soft and his sobbing was heard.
His contents subsided when Mother Dyah and Father Ammar came back to visit him.
"You just go home Khai .. same Mother. Let me take care of Radit. Since then you haven't even rested, don't want to eat. You have to be healthy .. There is Arsyila who needs her Mama" said Ammar's father.
"But Khaira also needs Mas Radit, Yah .. when did Mas Radit wake up Well? Why is he still not awake." asked Khaira with great worry.
Mother Dyah stroked the top of her son's head. "We go home yuk Darling ... Arsyila needs you too. You're right, let me take care of Radit. Later if Radit has realized, surely Dad contacted you." said Mother Dyah calm her child.
Khaira. "Let Khaira here tonight, Bun. Khaira wanted to be the first person Mas Radit saw when he regained consciousness later. Tomorrow morning Khaira will be home. Allow Khaira, Mommy.." the door sounded bitter.
Mother Dyah and Father Ammar looked at each other. As parents, they knew for sure that Khaira wanted to accompany her husband. Ammar's father nodded his head. "Alright .. You can be here tonight. But tomorrow you have to go home. Arsyila needs you .. later if Radit wakes up, call us. Now take care of your husband, and Arsyila is already in his care. Arsyila stays in your house, the one who stays there. AsIP stocks are also plentiful. Remember, don't cry constantly. Radit will soon be conscious. He's a strong man."
Khaira nodded her head at his father's words. "Thank you for letting Khaira accompany Mas Radit tonight."
Finally her parents say goodbye, Khaira lives alone to accompany her husband.
Calming for a moment his heart and mind, Khaira chose to take ablution. Then he began to worship God. He turned his hands to the Khalik.
"O Allah, O our Lord. If possible, heal your husband. Every sickness he has, God will heal. Have mercy on us. Heal Mas Radit and let the husband of the servant be aware immediately, O Allah, Robbi. Amen...."
Khaira then folded the prayer mats and mukena that she was wearing. She sat down next to her husband's safe.
"I should have felt all this, not you. I'm willing to lie on the bed in pain as long as you're safe, Mom."
A good wife will be with her husband....
A good wife will accompany her husband in joy and sorrow, in health or in pain....
I'll always be with you, Mom....
I want to be a good wife to you, Mom....
The pieces of events throughout this day with her husband were so beautiful, that it ended in an accident that occurred this afternoon. Even in the ambulance, Radit who was still conscious still asked Khaira not to cry. But what power, his heart was so fragile at this moment. So bad it feels.
Over time crying, Khaira chose to rest her head on the edge of her husband's gurney. Right on her husband's hand. In a sitting position, her eyes continued to look at her husband. Until time passed, Khaira's eyes began to shut.
Let the night kill him for a moment. Leaning his life to the Great Owner of Life. Even though she was closed, her tears were still running. In her sleep, Khaira hopes that her husband will wake up soon and greet her.
Without feeling Khaira felt the movement of her husband's hand. Even if it's a smooth movement, but it's quite disturbing to Khaira. Immediately Khaira blinked her eyes. The originally closed eyelids slowly opened, and the first sight she saw was the face of her husband.
Her husband's eyes were still closed, but her fingers seemed to move slowly. In hope and anxiety, Khaira waited and continued to hope her husband would wake up.
Seconds changed, minutes changed, her husband's fingers moved. Immediately her hand moved and linked her fingers into her husband's.
"Mas Radit." she called her husband softly.
Slowly, her husband's eyelids opened.
"Khaira ... Khairaku.." he said no less quietly.
Throw Khaira tears. What he asked of God, what he hoped would be accomplished. Her husband has woken up.
"Mas Radit ..." again she said softly by tightly grasping her husband's hand.
Radit immediately shook his head weakly. "How long have you been crying? Hm. Look, I'm fine."
"You worry me, Mas .. I'm scared here" he said in a sobbing that filled the room.
"Ssttsss .. Don't cry anymore. Your eyes until it swells. Already, it's okay. I woke up .. I've come back to you." he said.
Khaira nodded her head. He immediately wiped his tears. "I call the Doctor first Mas .. let it be checked again with the Doctor. The doctor said he was aware of the patient, told to tell."
Radit nodded his head again. "Yes...."
Khaira immediately pressed the button to call the nurse. She hoped her conscious husband would improve soon. Little relief Khaira felt, as her husband woke up and called her name. This was the time Khaira was most looking forward to, when her husband came to his senses. Time seemed to go on for so long, but when the man had awakened and uttered a voice even so softly, Khaira seemed to have obtained an oasis in the desert that was soothing and relieving his soul.