Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Talak Demand
Khaira had entered her room, on her alphabet she prostrated herself begging for mercy and pleading for strength to the Divine. Only God is the place to be. Tears from earlier dripped from her eyes. Almost every day he came in prayer and prostration, his heart feeling relief and comfort. The heavy burden that was on his shoulders seemed to just disappear.
Satisfied with complaining to the Owner of life, Khaira sat at his study table. He opened his books and laptop. The target for graduation at the end of this semester must be pursued as much as possible. Even if he has to wake up.
Khaira no longer paid any heed to how her husband was carefree with emotions ready to explode at any moment. For Khaira, there is a time. There is a time of grief, there is a time for laughter, there is a time for silence, there is a time for saying. As of right now, Khaira chose to focus on her script. Increasing procrastination will actually worsen the pace.
Even though his legs were in pain and his eyes were swollen, Khaira still tried to work out his thesis proposal.
In the midst of his busy work on his thesis proposal, Khaira felt his throat dry. He wanted to drink, but was afraid that Radit would still be in the living room. Moreover, his sprained legs, will make it difficult to go down and up the stairs.
However, Khaira tried to open the door of her room slowly, she looked to the right and left, the house looked lonely. So, slowly going down the stairs with crutches for his feet, Khaira went down to get some drinking water to the kitchen. Immediately he took a glass and filled it with water until it was full.
One glass of water he drank until it ran out.
Gleekkkk.....
His throat was no longer dry. His thirst was gone too.
Satisfied with drinking water, Khaira filled her drinking water bottle with water so that she did not need to go up and down the stairs when her legs were sick, and of course also avoided Radit.
The drinking water bottle he was carrying had been filled with water to the brim. Khaira turned her back, about to climb back up the stairs and into the room, but her steps stopped because Radit was right in front of her, when Khaira turned her body.
"God. Ngagetin anyway. Step aside, I want to pass by." said Khaira ketus.
However, the one who was told to step aside actually walked closer and closer towards Khaira. Radit took one step forward, until now his position was very close and face to face with Khaira.
"Surge. I want to pass by." this time Khaira said in an emphatic voice asking her husband to step aside.
Apparently the words of Khaira completely ignored by Radit, he was getting closer until his breath was able to sweep Khaira's face.
In an instant, Radit snatched Khaira's thin rancid lips, kissed her violently, bursting into her mouth. He gave Khaira a reflex until the bottle of water she was holding dropped.
Shocked by her husband's surprise attack, Khaira rebelled. He beat Radit in the chest with both hands. However, Radit did not pay attention to it, he actually kissed, smelled, frowned, even bit the corner of Khaira's lips.
Khaira's rebellious efforts were in vain, he cried until his tears fell down his face. It was all unheard of by Radit. Only then did Radit stop when he felt a strange taste as he smacked Khaira's lips.
The blood!
The corner of Khaira's lower lip was bleeding.
Radit immediately stopped his reckless actions, he held onto both of Khaira's shoulders. Meanwhile, after her lips separated from the tiger's mouth that belonged to her husband, Khaira immediately cried sobbing. Pain, disrespect, and hatred grew into one in his heart.
Radit leaves Khaira still crying in the kitchen. The girl sagged down to sit on the floor. Radit's savage and forced kiss made Khaira's heart feel crowded.
The tears kept flowing down her face, her lower lip swollen and bleeding.
Minutes passed, Radit returned with a P3K box in his hand. The man crouched down in front of Khaira, wiping the corner of his wife's bloody lips using cotton. He took a cotton bud and gave a little ointment there, slowly applying the end of the cotton bud that had been smeared with the ointment to the corner of Khaira's bloody lips.
"Mas... Just talk me out... Instead of us building a marriage without love and just equally hurt and hurt. My tala... Divorced me... Be happy with the woman you love."
Khaira's lips trembled saying that. The loveless marriage that he lived just a matter of weeks, in fact it was painful. There was no happiness in it, he felt he was the only one who was hurt in this house.
"Don't ask for anything weird. At any time we will not get divorced. The word "talak" will never come out of my mouth. You remember it's fine."
"Then why do you always hurt me? This is not a household, ma'am. And this marriage won't last because we both don't love each other. Instead of getting run over, we better get here."
"Whatever you say, this marriage will go on with or without love. Don't freak! Don't try to get out of here either."
Radit's words actually sounded like a threat in Khaira's ear, the girl was even more crying. Meanwhile, Radit stood up from his position that was originally squatting.
He stretched out his hand before Khaira.
"Come, I'll take you to the room." Radit said as his hands were still stretched out in front of Khaira.
Khaira threw away his face.
"No need, I can do it myself." said Khaira.
"Don't be stubborn. Your feet hurt, I know that. Come on, stand up."
Khaira threw her breath away, why her originally fearsome husband like a tiger about to pounce on its prey, now suddenly became a little more attentive.
Radit was still standing with his arms outstretched, but Khaira was still sitting on the floor.
Seeing that Khaira was not responding at all, Radit finally crouched down again, holding onto Khaira's shoulders.
"Let's stand up" he said.
Finally Khaira reached for the bottle of drinking water that had fallen, she grabbed it with her hand, and stood up. Not forgetting one hand grabbed the crutches standing near the fridge.
Radit grabbed Khaira's crutches and a bottle of drinking water from Khaira's hand, the man draped his hand over Khaira's shoulder.
"God what this feeling was, just a minute ago I was so scared, why it's like this now God." Khaira muttered in his heart.
"Come, walk. Slow down."
Radit also asked Khaira to walk, climb the stairs to get to the front door of his room.
"Here you go, get here. I can be alone." said Khaira Ketus, she was reluctant her husband entered her bedroom.
Radit ignored Khaira's words. His hand opened the door, and Khaira walked into her room.
The bedroom is neat and clean, with a variety of books and laptops still lit up on the study table. Radit's eyes looked around in his wife's room, which he had never entered before. His sweeping eyes stopped, as he saw a picture of their wedding hanging beautifully on the wall and a collage of wedding photos sitting beautifully on a nightstand by the side of Khaira's bed.
The deg!
After seeing the wedding photos, Radit glanced at Khaira a little, while helping Khaira sit at the study table.
"Rest. It's night." It's night." Radit said as he left Khaira's bedroom and closed the door.