Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Pijar Port
Quickly, Khaira pressed the button connecting with the nurse. As the message given by the doctor, when the patient is aware, the treatment will again do a check.
Not long after, the nurse went back into the room to check on Radit.
"How sir, how does it feel?" ask the nurse.
Radit momentarily observed the worried face of his wife. "My feet are only left. It hurts" he said.
"Because you broke a leg, sir. Hard blow from a motorcycle makes Closed Fracture a condition when the bone is damaged, but does not cause torn wounds on the skin and bone fragments do not penetrate the skin, so it has no connection with the outside world. The recovery is this good sir ... can be weeks to a month." explained the nurse.
Hearing the nurse's explanation about the state of his legs, Radit honestly felt sad. He will have difficulty to move in the next month. However, in the presence of the person he loved the most, Radit would not show his current sadness and anxiety. Let only you and God know. After all, Radit doesn't want Khaira to be more devastated when she sees him now.
"Well sir, I'll inject antibiotics again. If there is a complaint please push the button above yes sir. There was a nurse on guard for twenty-four hours" the nurse said, injecting antibiotics through an infusion placed in Radit's hand.
After examining and injecting antibiotics, the nurse again left the Radit treatment room.
Khaira again took a seat in the chair that was next to the gurney. "I'm sorry Mas .. All because of me. Actually I was the one who was hit by the motorcycle, Mas." said Khaira regretfully.
Radit held his wife's hand. "Don't talk like that. After all, which husband would let his wife sacrifice herself. I'm your husband, honey .. I'll protect you." he said seriously.
Khaira was silent, but her tears continued. "I'm sorry Mas." he said with regret.
Radit shook his head. "No need to apologize .. This is proof of my love for you. Oh, yes ... You didn't come home, dear? What about our Arsyila?"
"Mother Ranti and Father Wibi are staying at our house tonight, Mas. ASIP stock for Arsyila is also still there, but tomorrow I go home first Mas ... Arsyila needs me too." Khaira said as she continued to look at her husband's face.
Radit nodded his head in agreement. "Alright Honey .. It's okay. I hope I can get well soon. Pray for me."
Khaira held her husband's hand. "For sure I always say your name in every bow, Mas... We go and face all of this together. Don't feel down because of your feet right now. I will always be there for you."
Radit's heart was like a boulder, just a moment ago he tried to hide the pain and break it. However, this time what he was hiding was actually spoken by his wife. Could this be called a heart connection? How could Khaira say that?
Radit smiles. "I have you, dear .. I'm sure you will accompany me through the gray days of my life." It is undeniable that Radit feels his day feels gray, without the perfect legs that he has.
"I will be a leg for you, Mas .. I will be your hand. After that cloudy day is gone, there's a rainbow that's gonna welcome both of us. You used to say that I wanted to be your home, now make me your home too, Mas. Share your feelings with me." said Khaira with her trembling lips.
Khaira carried her husband's hand which she had held onto her face. "I love you, Mas .. So, don't hide anything from me. Our hearts cling to each other."
Radit smiled again. "His wife now can read my heart. Honestly, I'm ruined, honey. The foot is one of the vital limbs, with the break of my foot, my activity will be limited. At the end of the day, I'll trouble you all the time."
Khaira shook her head. "I don't feel bothered. It is the duty of a wife to dedicate her life to her husband. Let me take care of you, Mas...."
"I'm sorry, next month .. I'm going to trouble you a lot" he said with teary eyes.
"Don't bother me .. I'll always be there for you, Mas. Make me support your system, Mas." said Khaira earnestly.
"Definitely dear." he said as he stroked his wife's face.
"Now it's night, rest yes Mas .. if you need anything, do not hesitate to wake me. I'm always ready for you." said Khaira.
Radit looked at Khaira who was starting to switch to a sofa chair that could be used to sleep one person. "Where did you sleep, honey?" he asked with eyes only on Khaira.
Khaira's index finger pointed at the sofa chair next to her. "I'm sleeping here, Mas .. no papa, don't think about me. Important Mas Radit healthy."
Radit breathed. "Where can I bob without you, dear ...have to bob there?" he asked with a face that wanted his wife to lie next to him.
Khaira again walked over to her husband's gurney. "Papa bobok himself first yes. His legs are still sore, his hands are also infused. I'm afraid that I'll oppress or hurt you." Khaira answered honestly.
Radit laughed and both his hands opened. "Hug me first Darling .. I miss you. It's only been a few hours, and now we're in this place."
As Khaira approached, she sat down on the edge of the gurney and rubbed her head against her husband's chest. "I miss you too, Mas.." he said softly. Khaira then closed her eyes feeling her husband's heartbeat and inhaled the scent of perfume that was still left on her husband's body.
Today Khaira was quite grateful, she could see her husband had come to a realization. Even being able to talk and hug her husband's body seemed to make Khaira come back to life.
"You yourself must be in pain, too, dear. Your forehead is bandaged. Your hands too. It must hurt, right?" radit asked as one hand gently stroked the top of his wife's head.
Khaira nodded slowly. "It's not worth the pain you're going through right now, Mas .. It doesn't hurt, after seeing you awake and you hug like this the pain goes away." khaira said while chuckling amusedly.
"You can just. I thank God that in my pain I saved you. I'll be more devastated and in pain if you're the one who's doing it. Like I said before .. Instead of making you sick, let me just experience it." said the man with full earnestness.