Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Seasons 2 - Back to Meet
“Halo Bu ... we meet again.”
There was a greeting from a woman who suddenly took a seat beside Khaira.
Khaira who was sitting with an empty mind and a fairly thunderous heart, finally inevitably turned to the source of the voice. Seeing who was now sitting next to him, was someone he knew before.
“Still remember with me?” ask the woman to Khaira.
“Sorry .. it feels, I kind of forgot.” Khaira replied politely.
The woman smiled and extended her hand to Khaira, “We met at Jewel Changi first Ms. in Singapore.”
Khaira tried to recall what happened when she went to Jewel Changi. Some time trying to remember, Khaira also seemed to regain his memory, which is to the figure of the woman who confided with him at that time.
“Ah, I remember .. You yes Mom? Now in Jakarta huh?” ask Khaira to the woman.
“Iya, now I live in Jakarta, Bu .. do not expect to see you again here.” the woman said to Khaira.
The woman then observed the change in the shape of Khaira's body with her stomach poking and already seen protruding, “May I hold her stomach for a while Bu?” ask before touching Khaira's stomach.
Khaira nodded, thinking she wanted to touch a woman's stomach, so she didn't mind. “Please Bu ..” he replied while nodding.
Slowly the woman moved her hand, and began to touch Khaira's already bloated stomach, “Wah, apparently after a few months, Mother was already pregnant. I remember when I was pregnant. The pregnancy moment is very historic.” he said with a smile.
“Iya right Ms. .. want to get pregnant any time, the moment and the story is always different.” Khaira said while looking down, her eyes now fixed on her bulging stomach.
The woman nodded, “I have only had the experience of conceiving once, Ms. .. but, thankfully a few months ago I have found my son.”
“Alhamdulillah ..” Khaira quickly replied and thanked him because the woman had managed to find her child.
It is undeniable that he is happy, because he knows that it is not easy to separate from his own children. Now, when the woman he met at the Jewel Changi Waterfall some time ago has said that he has found his missing child, Khaira is happy too.
“Thank you Ms. .. I still remember my mother praying for me sincerely, not long ago, my husband and I were able to find traces of my son. True what Mother said first, my son is in good health and still alive.” he said with eyes that looked so sparkling.
Khaira nodded, “I am happy ya Bu ... Now where is his son Bu?” ask Khaira who suddenly asked where the whereabouts of the child of a woman who had once ventured impromptu when meeting in Changi, Singapore.
“Oh ... My son is following his Father to the Hospital, Ma'am. Sometimes he follows his father for a quick picket to the Hospital. I am here for a moment, and will pick them up at Hospital.” he replied.
At least Khaira can guess that the husband of the woman is a Doctor, the person who pickets at the Hospital could be a Doctor, Nurse, Nurse, or the other Hospital attendants and this time Khaira guessed that it was possible that the woman's husband was a Doctor.
Khaira stretched out her hand, shaking the woman's hand. In his heart, feeling calm, having friends who are just chatting is fun. After the woman left, then Khaira forgot something that he forgot to ask the woman whose name.
The atmosphere was silent again for Khaira, only people passing by filled the park. Again Khaira sat with an empty look. At least when she met the woman, she did not think much about her feelings of disappointment to her husband, now that she had returned to herself, Khaira again remembered Fanny and her husband.
Khaira sat down with a few sighs, should she continue to be in this garden? Or more extreme, he chose to return home. Honestly, she was disappointed with her husband. Disappointed because she did not know how often Fanny came to the office to see her husband.
When Khaira was only in her daydream, she felt a hand slowly patting her shoulder.
“I nyariin you everywhere it turns out you are here Darling ..”
Without turning her head, Khaira was already very memorized and knew that it was her husband's voice. However, Khaira was silent. Not even responding. She preferred to remain silent, and ignored her husband.
Feeling his wife was silent, Radit took a seat next to her.
“You're angry, aren't you, honey? I know without you explaining. However, you need to hear my explanation. It's not all as you imagine.” said Radit who came and intended to provide an explanation.
However, Khaira just kept quiet and this time really did not respond to her husband's words. His heart was too tired and upset of course.
“You want to listen to my explanation?” ask again to his wife who is still in silent mode.
But again, Khaira was indifferent to him. The nature of silence when angry actually returns to his wife.
Radit sighed, and he leaned his back against the park bench, at a glance the man restored his previously well-groomed hair with a pomade.
“Khairaku, My dear .. That was not what you thought, My dear. It's true, I went to see him, but I went to see him to drive him out. You don't believe me?” said Radit who tried to give an explanation to Khaira.
As with Radit, Khaira seemed to sigh, the woman then glanced at her husband and prepared to move from her sitting position, “Where is Syilla Mas? I want to go home with Syilla. It feels like we came at the wrong time.” he said with a heart that is still boiling and covered with frustration of course.
She was not an angel whose heart was constantly good, but there were times when the gentle woman also felt annoyed by what she saw just now.
Radit quickly blocked his wife's hand, “Why not respond to my words and instead ask Syilla? Syilla is the same, I've been looking for you everywhere since. You don't see, I got to like this nyariin you?”
Yes, at that time, Radit's face looked wrinkled, his neat hair looked a little messy, and also his forehead was wet with sweat.
It was not that Khaira did not know, but she chose silence, and seemed to not respond to her husband.
“We go home now, we finish everything at home. Don't fuss in the crowd. Syilla will stay at home Eyangnya tonight.” said Radit who then stood up and slightly pulled his wife's hand to follow her footsteps to his car parked not far from the park.