Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Sharing Stories
"Hey, don't cover your face, honey." said Radit who tried to get rid of Khaira's palms on his face.
The man laughed and tried to untangle the two palms. His wife was really cute like a child hiding her face.
"Jawab dong .. I was once honest when you asked me when I started falling in love with you. Do you want to be honest with me?" tanya Radit who has now managed to parse both palms of Khaira.
"I don't know, Mas.." said Khaira honestly.
Radit instantly lost his laughter. "Jawab be honest, dear. No papa .. I heard all your stories. If you don't answer, you can't jump. Answer my question first can only be boomed."
Khaira was pouting. "Well, how do you keep dong if I'm sleepy?" khaira asked as she moved her eyes.
"Jawab first." he said that the condition would be coercion.
Khaira shut up and tried to recall her memories. She slowly looked at her husband's face. "Maybe my memory is biased, Mas. It's just that ever since Father and Mother betrothed me, I've only been trying to accept my destiny. I was once before you, once I felt ordinary with you, just like that. I told you, I even stayed in that house because of you. After you left, for whom else I survived. That I might really feel in love because I'm used to you. But there is a feeling when Mother Ranti shows a photo of us both as children. When I found out that you were my little Mas Adit, I resolved to stay with you. You've been good to me, ever since I was a kid. The man who kissed me when I was a kid." Khaira said honestly.
Radit heard every story that came out of his wife's mouth. "What makes you the same as I used to be, honey?" he continued to stare at his wife's face.
"Yes when you say that you proposed to me without love. It was the most painful thing in my life." replied Khaira with teary eyes.
Radit immediately carried his wife's head leaning against his chest. "Not continue. I'm sorry, dear .. I'm really sorry."
Khaira nodded her head. "That's the past, Maskuw. Now I am happy with you. Tomorrow will I help you on your way? Maybe for a long time I could change profession from Lecturer to Nurse" said Khaira while laughing.
Radit agreed. "Yes, may .. if Arsyila bobo, help me walk ya. You really want to help me?"
"I'm sure I'll help you, Mom. I want to be your leg, we practice slowly, Mas." she said, motivating her husband.
"OK, tomorrow help me walk ya.." said Radit while hugging his wife's body.
Little Khaira raised her face to look at her husband's face. "Now you are relieved, right? It's over with Tama, right? Is anyone still your bitch?"
"Dear .. I'm relieved. It's just that I need to organize my own heart, why I sometimes feel ironic asking other men to forget my own wife. My wife was a faithful wife, never playing with fire. But as if, I asked the man because he was involved in an affair with my wife" Radit said while smiling wryly.
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The next day as she promised her husband, as soon as Arsyila slept during the day, Khaira immediately helped her husband to practice walking.
The preparation that Khaira did was very mature. With limited tools, at least it can be used by her husband. Khaira arranged a barrier commonly used to play Arsyila to be a walking barrier for her husband. Even Khaira put footprints on the floor.
"Let's Mas ... we practice." said Khaira with enthusiasm.
Radit smiled too. "You are limitless totality, my dear."
Khaira nodded her head. "I want you to recover quickly Mas .. walk slowly, hold this blocker. Do not go far, it is important that the joints move first." she explained very carefully to her husband.
Radit listened to Khaira's explanation, slowly clutching his hands at Arsyila's colorful baffle, and then began to move his legs.
One step...
The man looked shaky, but his hand immediately held the support so as not to fall.
Two steps...
The man lowered his head, then slowly raised his face until now he could stare at the face of his wife who was standing within a few meters of him.
Khaira clenched her hands together, encouraging her husband.
"Let's Mas .. the limit on my standing is this. Yuk can yuk...."
Radit began to stabilize his position again, then he tried to move back his legs.
One step...
Two steps...
Three steps...
Radit stopped and wiped the sweat on his forehead. For Radit this is even more difficult than a baby who is learning to walk. Radit took a breath, filling his lungs with oxygen. A few footsteps left, but he was exhausted.
But Radit was not discouraged. He'll try again. His wife has always supported him. Radit is convinced that Khaira is the one who will be happiest if she is completely healed.
Radit slightly closed his eyes, before starting to move his legs back.
One step...
Two steps...
Three steps...
Four steps...
Five steps...
Yea! He managed to walk towards Khaira, even though in the last step he had staggered. It was fortunate that Khaira immediately held her husband's body in her arms.
Khaira slightly clapped her hands. "Can Mas." he said happily and with sparkling eyes.
While Radit actually gasps to stabilize his breathing and position of his establishment.
"Such a shame, dear." he lamented as he closed his eyes.
Khaira then broke her arms, she ran for a small glass of water for her husband. "Diminum was Mas .. must be thirsty right. Abis this once again yes, already. Do not need to be forced, slowly." said Khaira while wiping the sweat on her husband's forehead using a tissue.
"You are so good, dear ... later if I can walk, you want what gift from me? I will give it to you, because I can get to this because you are also the one who sincerely takes care of me and motivates me" Radit said by looking at his wife's face.
Khaira just shook her head. "Mas Radit can walk without a cane this has been God's greatest gift to me, Mas."
Feeling dissatisfied with his wife's words, even though what Khaira said was not wrong, but this time Radit wanted his wife to ask him occasionally. Not in return, but because Khaira was sincere with him, Radit wanted to give a gift to his wife.
"You ask for nothing, dear ... I'll try to give it." said Radit seriously.
Khaira finally let out her breath. "Yes already ... Mas Radit, any thanks to me, I will accept. Most importantly, they need to heal first. Don't try to give me a gift if you can't walk. Because I'll definitely reject it."