Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Khaira's Room
With a heavy heart, Khaira lets Radit wash dirty dishes. Her steps were heavy to climb up each step of the stairs and into her room. After all, if you are close to Radit it feels like Khaira is also still awkward. This is natural, even though the marriage is almost 4 months running, but the two rarely communicate, rarely meet, separate rooms, and more ironically now both separate houses. It is surprising that both are so awkward.
In the room, Khaira changed her home clothes by wearing long pants and a shirt patterned with flowers. Not to forget he polished his face with natural makeup and a pink lipstick on his lips. Khaira is a girl who does not spend a long time on berias. Her face looks beautiful without the touch of thick makeup.
After being satisfied with his appearance, Khaira went downstairs. But the state of the house is quiet, Radit is not in the kitchen or in the living room. Therefore, Khaira waited for Radit in the living room. Apparently the man had just entered his room, he came down with a small bag containing his shirt.
"Is he ready?" Radit asked as soon as he reached the living room.
Khaira just nodded her head. "Mas, just get in my car, okay? Sorry don't get me wrong, but the distance to Dad's house is very far." Khaira said slowly however, she was afraid to offend Radit.
"Yes, where's the key let me take the car."
Khaira gives Radit his car keys. Without waiting for long, the two get into the car and start the journey to Khaira's parents' house.
While driving his car, Radit asked Khaira. "Every night abis nobar (later together) went straight home huh?"
"Hmm, yeah. I'm going straight home."
"Si Dimas asked if you really married. He doesn't believe."
"O..." That's the only answer that came out of Khaira's mouth.
"Later on the family day, we work together as usual, right? Appearing like a normal couple in general."
"Hmm, yes." Again Khaira could only answer briefly.
I don't know why today Khaira feels that Radit isn't as annoying as before. Even a few times, Radit invited him to speak first.
Every now and then Khaira turned to Radit who was driving the car, Khaira's eyes catching something different in Radit's hands. He saw the back of his hand was more brown.
Is it because he rides the bike everyday? The heat of the capital made the back of his hands blacken. Why not get in the car? He has a car. It's strange.
Khaira's mind went round and round while occasionally looking at Radit's hand. But he chose silence. Keep everything in his heart.
After a journey of almost an hour, finally Khaira and Radit have reached the house of Father Ammar and Mother Dyah.
"Dad... The Mother... Khaira's coming." Sapa Khaira while entering his house which is still quiet. Radit followed Khaira's footsteps into her in-laws' house.
"Eh, your child has arrived. Come, in and out..." Mother Dyah with a smile welcomed the arrival of Khaira and Radit.
Feeling that he had not visited his parents for long enough, Khaira immediately rushed into his mother's arms.
"Mother, Khaira kangen..." Say it with spoiled.
"Mother's child is already big. She's been a man's wife but still spoiled." Mother Dyah while stroking the top of her daughter's head.
Satisfied hugging, Mother also welcomed Radit. The man shook hands with his in-laws.
"Healthy Mother?" He kissed the back of his in-laws hand.
"healthy. Mom and Dad are healthy. Meet your father inside."
Khaira and Radit enter the house to meet Ammar's father.
"Father's Son... Healthy Khai?"
Khaira nodded her head while still hugging her father. After embracing Khaira, Ammar's father also hugged Radit while patting his daughter-in-law's back.
Because the new family ceremony is held later in the afternoon, Radit and Khaira can mingle first with Ammar's father and Mother Dyah.
"Rest in your room first, Khai... It's still at 3 o'clock. Take your husband a break first." Mother Dyah who asked Khaira to rest first.
"We don't cook Mother? Let Khaira help you? Usually if the family arisan we cook for ourselves Mother."
"No, Mommy has ordered catering. At 2 o'clock the caterer comes. You just take a break. Take Radit to your room."
Finally, Khaira is forced to invite Radit into her room for the first time. The room he had occupied since childhood until before marriage. Room that makes it comfortable.
"Let's go..." Take Khaira to Radit.
"Yes." Yeah." His reply followed Khaira's footsteps up the stairs to his room at his parents' residence.
Khaira returned to her room after almost 4 months, she did not enter this room. Although it has not been occupied for a long time, this room still looks clean and neat. The objects in his room were nothing to shift, ranging from the sofa, books, photo collage, to the Hello Kitty wall clock still hanging beautifully on the desk of his study.
Radit observed Khaira's room dominated by pink objects, his eyes fixed on a glass cabinet that was all filled with Manchester United Jersey.
"So this is your jersey collection?" Radit asked as he approached the medium-sized glass cabinet.
"Yes." Yeah." Khaira replied while nodding her head.
"It's a lot of this." Radit was astonished by the dozens of jerseys hanging inside the glass cabinet.
"Yes, because I bought the home jersey, away, to the keeper jersey." Sahut Khaira who also approached the glass cabinet that specifically contains the jersey.
"Which of these do you like best?"
"All I like is that I'm a Manchester United supporter. However, most memorable remains Jersey Threble Winner (the term when a team successfully earns three major championship trophies at a period, usually one season of matches)."
Satisfied to observe dozens of jersey, Radit walked slowly to observe the large bookshelf in the corner of Khaira's room. As Radit observed the books, the door to Mother Dyah's open room came with drinks for Khaira and Radit.
"First time in Khaira's room, huh Dit? Don't be confused, Dit, this isn't a room but a museum." Said Mother Dyah who made Radit smile.
"But this is Mother. Lots of books." Radit said flabbergasted to see hundreds of books on the bookshelf.
"Khaira likes to read her son's books, Dit. Since childhood, he has loved to read books. Is it Khai? After being your wife what do you like Khai?" Ask Bunda Dyah while laughing to see Khaira's face.
"Like to plan for your future."
Hearing Khaira's answer, Mother Dyah laughed. He did not expect his son to answer like that.
"You can be Khai... Yeah, well, it's a break, it's 11, too. Take it easy on Dit, consider it your own home." Said Mother Dyah while leaving the room Khaira.
"Yes Mother. Thanks." Thanks." Reply Radit. However, the man was still astonished to see the large number of books that were on the bookshelf. From history books, education, to encyclopedias there are.
"It's a bookcase or a bookstore, it's complete." Radit muttered in his heart while occasionally shaking his head.