Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Seasons 2 - Night in Singapore
Sitting with her eyes fixed on the beauty of Singapore at night, Khaira leaned her head against her husband's chest. The atmosphere was so quiet, while little Arsyila had fallen asleep in the dreamland.
"Darling, are you ready if Arsyila has any more adek?" again Radit asked his wife's readiness to get pregnant again and gave a sister to Arsyila.
Khaira looked up to look at her husband's face. "I got pregnant she wanted to, but gave birth to her who was afraid, Mas .. the same once had a miscarriage it hurt so much." she told me about the experience of childbirth that indeed made Khaira scared and also a moment ago she had a miscarriage made Khaira afraid.
Radit rubbed his wife's shoulders gently. "Relax Honey .. There is always me beside you. Accompanying you. I was hoping, uh, we'd make a sister for Arsyila. One is a darling. That Abis I don't ask anymore." said the man with a slightly lowered face to see the look on his wife's face.
Khaira lifted her face and broke her embrace. "One more, right? Yes, I know that child is the care of God, a gift from God. However, as parents our duty is not only to give birth to them. Children also have the right to be raised with affection, get education, security, and others. If you add one, I want to." he said with great care and consideration.
Radit smiled too. "Yes .. One more darling. Like the government program, two children are enough. Two kids are enough too. Let Arsyila have a playmate. Let his social competence also honed" he said.
Khaira looked to nod her head. "Yes .. I'm actually pregnant no problem, Mas. I love the pregnancy, because I am healthy. Give birth to the one I fear."
Radit smiled and held his wife's hand. "If giving birth does not have to be normal, dear .. You if you want Caesar also do not papa. I used to say, Caesar is not papa. For me to be normal or Caesar, you are still the full and complete Mother. Normal or Caesar is just a method darling, but you who carry it for 9 months, give breast milk, take care of it, you are still a great Mama" Radit said in earnest.
There are several methods of giving birth. A Mother remains a great mother regardless of how labor methods are taken.
"Mas Radit wants to be a boy or a girl?" khaira asked by looking at her husband's face trying to figure out what she wanted.
Radit laughed. "Dedication is just darling. I used to say I wanted a man or a woman the same."
Khaira smiled and held her husband's hand. "Thank you for not taking issue with gender for our children. I'm lucky because Mas Radit doesn't cook should have boys, for example, or should be girls. Thank you very much."
Radit laughed again and pinched his wife's nose. "As your husband and as a Papa, have I not been cooperative, dear? I don't impose and I also involve you in making decisions. So, you wanna make a little sister for Arsyila now?" he asked with one hand that had caressed the side of Khaira's face. With his thumb that had rubbed his wife's ranum lips.
Khaira blushed, then she glanced at the sleeping Arsyila. "Would you bother Arsyila, wouldn't you?" tanyanya.
Radit smiles. "On this couch alone can be darling... Wanna?"
Khaira just shook her head to see her husband who was already in the spirit of 45. Sometimes her husband's behavior is so funny that it makes Khaira giggle amused. "If it's a matter of passion" she said, hitting her husband's chest.
Radit just laughed then he immediately brought his wife to sit on his lap. With one hand trying to tidy up the beautiful hair of his wife. Then slowly, Radit kissed the lips that had always been an opium to him. Lips that are always sweet like cotton candy. Kiss her, taste her sweetness, and caress her beautifully with her tongue. Channeling all the flavor and turmoil in a kiss so soft and deep.
A kiss that never fails. The kiss that actually brought waves for a pair of human children to dissolve in the intoxicating river of love.
Satisfied down the valley nan hill that makes it seem never satisfied, the man then hit so deep. Unite themselves across the river that leads to love and affection both while hoping the seeds he sows will be sown in his wife's womb.
A relationship that is not just a union of two people, but a relationship that they sincerely hope will produce offspring that they both expect.
The two moved in rhythm, sweating, and spilling each other all the flavors that were so bloated in the chest. After such a long fight, yet never a word of boredom, Khaira scatters her head against her husband's chest. Restabilize his breathing. The woman closed her eyes and let her husband kiss her on the forehead.
"Hold me dear .. don't move first, tell me the seeds of love we both are swimming around here. Hopefully the sister for Arsyila is already on the way" he said while rubbing his wife's stomach is still flat.
"Hmm, yes Mas .. hopefully, soon the seeds start to grow here." he replied by still closing his eyes.
"Frequently watered Dear... Let the spit flourishes." he said while chuckling amusedly.
Khaira who had originally closed her eyes suddenly blinked and her eyes fumbled for a moment. "Start the spiritual flush. Have you never been bored?" ask who with his eyes.
Radit immediately shook his head. "Where there is bored Honey .. there is precisely I will not refuse. Being with you like this is steady soul dear... There is no cure" he said with a big smile.
Unlike Radit, Khaira pursed her lips. "Mode...."
"Not mode .. but really dear. Being with you like this is soul-steady. Not only the expression of my love for you, but it is not denied like this to be one way to maintain the harmony of husband and wife." again Radit said while embracing the innocent body of his wife.
Khaira once again closed her eyes. "Pinter is really modus. I've memorized it. I know you inside out" he said.
Radit also chuckled amusedly. "You are the only one who knows me inside and out. There is nothing I have covered up from you. It's just you and only you, baby. Just two alone on the sofa also fit and can ya Darling. Know that you do not need to buy a bed size super king size." murmured seductively his wife.
"Yes, a bed at home in a change of Mas .. buy a single bed size like Arsyila's." he replied while hitting his husband's arm.
Radit chuckled again. "Add one serving can be dear?" he said with glaring eyes on his wife alone.
"No. Not willing, tired. I still have to bring you another seminar tomorrow. Still have to go to Universal Studio with Arsyila. Tomorrow will be very tired. Don't yes Mas ... My soybeans later." bargained to the husband.
Reluctant to listen to his wife, Radit appears to negotiate. "Once again yes .. This abis I pijitin deh. Promise...." 😍