Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Devotion of a Wife
Her husband's words full of sincerity made Khaira's heart feel so warm. As a woman, it was true that Khaira felt happy when a man protected her. That's what Khaira feels. Her husband was protecting her. Not even reluctant to experience the pain of allowing himself to be hit by a motorcycle.
Even so sad, but the sacrifice Radit gave was very valuable to Khaira. The highest level of loving is sacrificing ourselves for our loved ones, and that is what Radit is doing right now.
Khaira still lingered in her husband's arms. Both of them are silent and certainly struggling with their own thoughts. Eventually, Khaira broke her embrace. "Yes, rest, Mas. I sleep on the couch, if you need anything, wake me up. Don't hesitate." said Khaira.
Radit nodded as well. "When I can't sleep, what about honey? Usually sleep with you, hug you. My life roll is gone." said the man in a dramatic tone.
Khaira just smiled. "During at the Hospital, we will separate the beds, Mas .. later if it is already in the house has been booby again." said Khaira with eyes that look at the face of her husband.
With a heavy heart, Radit was forced to let his wife sleep on the sofa, while he slept on a gurney. The first night at the Hospital does not seem to be an obstacle. They both slept in different beds. Until the sun said hello, immediately Khaira woke up first and checked her husband's body temperature and also observed the wounds on the face and hands of her husband.
Afterwards Khaira then headed to the bathroom to clean herself before she would return home. Today Khaira decides to go home because Arsyila also needs her Mama.
Finished with her, Khaira then filled a basin with warm water and a small towel, thinking she would help clean her husband's body first.
"For Mas.." said Khaira when she came out of the bathroom and saw that her husband was awake.
"Dear Sweetheart.." he said with a hoarse voice typical of people waking up.
"Today you're home, honey?" radit asked while watching Khaira.
Khaira quickly nodded her head. "Yes ... Arsyila needs me too, Mas. I miss Arsyila too." she admitted wholeheartedly because as a mother, Khaira must have missed her son too at this time.
Radit nodded as well. "Yes .. You're at home, babysitting Arsyila. Pity that he was a child had to separate from his mother for a long time" he said with a sad face.
Khaira is sitting on the edge of her husband's gurney. "You want to be cleaned up, don't you? Let me help you."
"Would you help me?" radit asked with a look on Khaira's face.
Khaira nodded too. "Yes ..want. Or did Mas Radit want to be helped by a nurse? Let me call." Khaira's one hand is ready to press the button connected to the nurse.
Radit immediately grabbed Khaira's hand. "I just need you, baby" he said, and then he set the vault to the remote control. Now put him in a sitting position.
While Khaira put a basin filled with warm water and also a towel. She painstakingly took off her husband's shirt, then began to wipe his face, neck, chest, and arms with a towel that had been dipped in warm water first.
Radit was just observing how his wife took care of him. Her heart warmed, the pain she suffered was comparable to the sincerity Khaira had always given her. Even Khaira treated her husband very well.
"Wash your face and brush your teeth? I can help you." Khaira offered to wash her face and brush her teeth.
Radit glimpsed Khaira's face. "Aren't you disgusted, honey?"
Khaira quickly shook her head. "You're my husband, Mas. My paradise is at your feet. This is precisely my time to you." said Khaira with teary eyes.
For her the devotion of a wife yes when her husband is sick. Taking care of her made sure her husband would be fine. She hopes her husband will recover soon.
"You're so good, honey. I am unceasingly grateful to God for granting you as my companion. You really want to help me?" I asked Radit seriously.
Without answering, Khaira first took a glass from the bathroom to gargle her husband. Then he gave me a toothbrush. "Let me alone, one hand can still do it" Radit said.
Khaira also wiped her husband's face and body with a clean towel, then put on a new shirt.
"It's over." he said sounding satisfied.
As Khaira was about to turn around, Radit held Khaira's wrist. He slowly brought Khaira with one hand to get closer to her. He landed an affectionate kiss on his wife's forehead. Khaira closed her eyes, feeling the affection her husband was giving her.
"Thank you for taking care of me, honey." said Radit sincerely.
Khaira shook her head. "Don't thank me, Mas .. for sure I'll take care of you."
After that, Khaira began cleaning various equipment that she used before to clean her husband's body. At exactly 08:00 a.m., the Hospital staff came with breakfast for the patient.
"Now eat first Mas ... I bribe." said Khaira who had taken a seat at her husband's side.
Radit just smiled and nodded his head. "If it is tasteless and not as delicious as your cooking, but because you are nyapuin then I will eat it." replied Radit while observing his wife's face with some wounds on her forehead.
Khaira laughed. "Yuk eat first ya.." he ordered while bribing a tablespoon of food into the mouth of her husband. Without a fight, the breakfast menu was eaten Radit, without any leftovers.
"Aren't you eating, honey?" radit asked his wife.
Khaira shook her head. "Later I can eat at home, Mas .. Now you first. Still sick, huh?" tanyanya's worried.
"No. .. there are you who are all out to take care of me so it does not hurt anymore" he said while moving his eyebrows.
"But I will go home first Mas .. if I can I will come here again, if not forgive me. Maybe I'll come back tomorrow. What food will I bring tomorrow? Let me cook it from home." Khaira offers food that she can bring to her husband.
"What you're cooking must be good, darling. Take it easy." he said.
By ten, Wibi's father had come to replace Khaira. It was Khaira's turn to go home. "I say yes Mas .. later if I can come here again. He healed quickly, Mas." he said while kissing the back of his husband's hand.
Radit nodded his head. "Yes carefully. Greetings to Arsyila, her father has missed her. Give my misses, hugs, and kisses to my little daughter." Radit told his wife.
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