Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
The Happy End

Household life Radit and Khaira more vibrant with the presence of Arsyila. It does not feel like the little baby that seemed to have just been born yesterday is now three years old.

Arsyila grew up in the affection bestowed by her parents Radit and Khaira. Even the little princess who has talked a lot and has infinite questions often makes Papa and Mama to look for answers that are easily accepted by children her age.

"Mrs ... What's Ma's sister?" Arsyila asked innocently and her two twitching eyes were laden with such high curiosity.

"That sister is our biological brother Darling ... Why Honey?" ask Khaira who is now sitting next to her son.

"I want Ma's sister ... Make it play at home." replied Arsyila spontaneously.

Radit who listened to his little daughter's question immediately joined Khaira and also Arsyila. "Arsyila wants a sister? Arsyila could be a good sister to a sister?"

The little boy nodded his head. "Yes ... Can ... Arsyila was a good boy, right, Ma? Arsyila will also be a good sister."

Khaira stroked her daughter's black hair. "Try Arsyila tell me Mama, what is a good sister like?"

Arsyila seemed to think. But in his memory as a child, the figure of the older brother he remembered was only one person and that he did not meet at all times. "Good brother like Kak Aksara, Ma ... Kak Aksara baik's. If you meet, you often read books to me. Carry me. Arsyila's gonna be that big sister."

Radit and Khaira laughed together. The innocence of a child is what makes them happy. "So Brother Aksara is good?" This time Radit asked his daughter.

Arsyila nodded her head. "Yes. Brother Aksara is good."

"Where's your good papa?" Radit asked his daughter.

"Big character is good, Pa ... But, Papa is best."

Anxious with his son's answer, Radit then held Arsyila and showered her face with a kiss that made Arsyila laugh amusedly.

"It's Pa ... Don't be teased later, Arsyila long cry." Said Khaira who reminded her husband not to tease Arsyila. Too joking and teasing a child can actually make a child cry.

Hearing the words of his wife, Radit stopped to tease his daughter.

"So how's Ma? Is there a sister tomorrow?" Again Arsyila asked Khaira.

Khaira smiled and her hands gently stroked her son's hair. "Darling, if you want a sister ... Mama must be pregnant first, later in the stomach this Mama will bulge because sister will be here first for 9 months. After that, Mama will give birth to a baby sister. Syila pray to God yes, let God love sister for Arsyila .. asked Papa also, Papa would not love sister for you."

Hearing her mother's answer, Arsyila now looked at her Papa's face. "Papa .. would like not love a sister for Syila. Make a playmate, Pa."

Radit was smiling. "Yes ..but, Arsyila's promise should be a good son and a good sister huh."

Arsyila nodded her head. "OKAY. Yeay, Arsyila will have a sister." she cried excitedly.

Radit got up and took his daughter. "Because it's night, Arsyila is bobok huh. Come on, brush your teeth first with Papa. After that want to read the fairy tale with Mama or Papa?"

"Papa read the fairy tale, but Mama follow ya. Hugged Mama." Arsyila.

Eventually the three of them both entered the bathroom to brush their teeth and then they entered Arsyila's room which was connected to their room.

All three were in Arsyila's bed. "Mr ... Read the Princess and Prince fairy tale. This is Princess Aurora's beloved storybook Kak Aksara. Read this Pa." said Arsyila while carrying a pink book titled "Aurora - Sleeping Beauty".

Radit received the book, then read the storybook to his beloved daughter.

“This baby I named Princess Aurora,” continued the king while carrying his daughter.

All the people were very happy to welcome the birth of Princess Aurora.

The people also prayed for good for Princess Aurora, as well as the fairies who were invited to the palace."

Just a few pages that he read, apparently Arsyila has fallen asleep in the arms of his mother.

Slowly, Radit closed the storybook he read and kissed Arsyila on the cheek. She observed her daughter's pretty face where her face saw a fusion between herself and Khaira.

Waiting for a moment until Arsyila fell asleep, Radit would hold Khaira's hand to go to their room.

"Tumben tonight Arsyila is more flattering?" radit asked as he sat leaning on the head board of his bed.

"Yes, it was playing with his Grandpa, Mas. So just a few pages of her storybook are sleeping." Khaira replied with a smile.

Khaira just smiled. "Pretty-muji must be the end of the mode. I already know your mainstay, Mas." said Khaira while hitting her husband's chest.

Radit was so anxious. "And I told you once, your modusin is opium darling ... Nagai ... There's no cure."

Their laughter adorned their contest rooms. Every night there is something they talk about and they laugh about together.

"Honey .. so really want to love a sister for Arsyila." asked Radit while looking at his wife's face.

Khaira just put her shoulder out. "Hamilnya would, Mas .. but, gave birth to me who was afraid. How is it Mas?"

"Do you want Caesar? Let it not hurt too much. I think it's better to have another child, honey. Let Arsyila have a playmate at home, her social competence is also much more developed if she has a sister at home. If I was the only child, I used to want to have a sister so I could play together and even fight together. I was just playing with Mommy at home" Radit said.

Khaira certainly knows her husband's feelings, because she is also the only child in the house. The growth period is only accompanied by the Father and Mother only.

"Yes I think about it. Mas ... I also thought about and prepared myself to get pregnant and give birth again."

Radit nodded his head in agreement. "Take your time Honey... Yes, bobok yuk. You must have sapped it too and took care of Arsyila."

The evening contest led a couple to sleep and rest themselves. Cuddle each other until morning.

The next day, Khaira first wakes up and prepares breakfast for her baby and husband.

"For Mama." said Arsyila as she descended from the kitchen.

"Hey, the morning of his daughter Mama." said Khaira who then hugged and kissed her little daughter's cheek.

"Where is Ma? Today Syila can play in the back garden with Papa?" ask Arsyila while sitting at the dining table.

Khaira nodded her head. "By .. but, Arsyila breakfast first yes. But, Papa, you've come." Khaira then filled a small bowl in front of Arsyila with crunch and milk. "Want Mama a bribe?"

Arsyila shook her head. "No Ma ... I can do it."

"Okay, good. Spent yes." Sahut Khairah.

Radit approached the dinner table and kissed his daughter on the cheek. "Of course, Papa...."

Then, he approached his wife who was still standing next to his daughter. "Boyle.." by landing a kiss of affection on his wife's forehead.

"Mr ... Arsyila want to play with Papa in the back garden can?" arsyila asked the Papa.

"By ... Spend your breakfast first." said Radit while shaking the top of his daughter's head.

After breakfast is over. Radit then invited Arsyila to play in the back garden. They made a tent and put some dolls in there.

"We are camping, Pa.." said Arsyila with a happy face.

"Arsyila played here first, Papa nemenin Mama there first yes."

Then Radit came out of the pink tent and approached Khaira who was sitting not far from there. "Why are you being loved?" tanya Radit who directly grabbed his wife's shoulder.

"Neither .. I am happy. Happy to have you as my husband, and happy to have Arsyila. Having you two in my life makes me happy and unceasingly grateful to God" Khaira said solemnly.

Radit tightened his embrace. "I'm also grateful to God for having you both in my life. This happiness makes me full of joy and gratitude, of course, dear. I always remember how I used to hurt you, I said if I asked you without love, I became the man who hurt you so much. However, now you are giving such great happiness to this man. Thank you very much for all the happiness you give. I am sure there is no perfect household, but with you I can create a happy and perfect household in my eyes. Stay with me forever, baby. I love you." he said with sincerity.

Khaira looked at her husband's face. With one hand that held her husband's face. "Thank you for always standing by me, coloring my days. I feel like I really put my heart, my life to you, Mas .. I love you so much."

Now Radit, Khaira, and Arsyila have arrived at their happy end. Fill their love water tank with sincere affection. Accept each other as unique individuals. Love each other under an umbrella called family.

...-TAMAT-I...

Thank you to the readers who always follow the story of Sharing Love: Winning Without Love.

May this story give positive value that there is no perfect family, the way God unites us with our partner is so unique, but in all laughter, joy, sorrow, and so on, even the valley of tears, our partner is the extension of God's hand to hold our hand.

The story is not over yet, we continue in Seasons 2 remain in Meminang Without Love. 😘😘😘