Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
One Day Together
As Radit had planned in his own heart, without anyone knowing. This weekend, early in the morning Radit has rushed from his home. He will visit Khaira today. Felly was traveling out of town with a co-worker. The woman reasoned that she would not return home for 3 days to do work out of town. So Radit decided to meet Khaira on Saturday.
Early in the morning Radit had prepared on his motorcycle, not forgetting he was carrying chicken porridge which he would eat for breakfast once he reached Khaira's house. I don't know what happened, today Radit is so happy to meet Khaira again.
The long journey he had to take was not a matter of meaning for Radit. After driving for almost an hour, he finally arrived at Khaira's house.
The man immediately got off his motorcycle and knocked on Khaira's door. Carrying a plastic bag containing chicken pulp on his left hand.
The tookk.... The tookk.... The tookkk....
Khaira was inside the house, of course it was quite a shock who came to the house this early.
Slowly he went down the stairs and hurried to open the door. Only the sound of knocking is heard.
As soon as the door opened, how shocked Khaira was to see Radit standing before her.
"Mas Radit..," she said with a shocked face. He really didn't expect Radit to be standing in front of him this early.
"Yes. I entered ya..," she replied with a flat expression on her face.
"Please come in." Khaira invited her husband to come in.
"Hey, you've had breakfast yet? I brought breakfast" he said, lifting a plastic bag containing two Styrofoam boxes.
Khaira is surprised by Radit. There was no wind, no rain suddenly the man came, and this time he brought food. What a strange action.
"Let me prepare. Mas just wait at the dinner table" he said while receiving a package of plastic bags from Radit's hands.
Deftly, Khaira took Styrofoam from the plastic bag, then moved the chicken pulp slowly into the bowl in changing its appearance.
Khaira brought two bowls of chicken porridge to the dining table, not forgetting that he served crackers and steeping warm tea.
"Please eat, Mas..," he said while serving a bowl of chicken porridge in front of Radit.
"Hm, thank you, yes" he said as he received a bowl of chicken porridge.
The two sat facing each other while enjoying chicken porridge and a cup of warm tea.
"Today's not busy?" ask Radit suddenly.
Khaira looked up at Radit.
"No. Why?" answer's short.
"Muter - muter Jakarta yuk. Wanna?" Radit offers Khaira a tour of the Capital. "But riding a motorcycle, you want to?"
Khaira is actually hesitant, especially he remembers how a week ago he received terror after going to his parents' house with Radit.
"But someone will get angry? I've been warned someone can't get close to you." Khaira said honestly this time. Not to complain, but to accept terror and to live alone in the house is very scary.
"Who?" radit asked with a suspicious-looking face. He did not know who had warned Khaira. "Say me."
"I don't know who either, I don't know the guy. But the guy knows, when I'm done with Mas Radit to my parents' house."
Radit seems to be thinking who the person who warned Khaira was. All this time, he felt no problem with anyone.
"Don't think about it, if there's any news of me."
"Hmm, yes." said Khaira briefly.
"Yes can."
"If so quickly spend and be prepared. I'm waiting for."
"Yes." answered Khaira.
After breakfast and cleaning the dining table, Khaira went into the room to change her clothes. Because today will ride a motorcycle, so Khaira chose to wear long jeans, a shirt, and did not forget he brought a jacket. If Khaira usually let her hair unravel, this time she ponytail her hair.
"Have you?" radit asked as soon as Khaira had gone downstairs.
"Yes" she answered briefly.
Radit walked out, pulled out his vehicle and got ready to ride it. Don't forget he gave Khaira a helmet. His hand held out a helmet, and Khaira accepted it and immediately put it on.
"Let off now, huh?" he said while looking back, making sure Khaira had been sitting comfortably.
"Yes." he said, nodding his head slowly.
Radit began to drive his vehicle combing along the road, from his rearview mirror sometimes he saw Khaira. The girl looks small behind Radit's back. For some reason, occasionally Radit smiled behind a full face helmet that covered his face.
"Where do you want to go?" ask Radit to Khaira.
"I follow, because I'm his son rarely go too." he said.
"To the Old City, you want to?" Radit offers Khaira to the Old City.
"Yes, I can."
After Khaira agrees, Radit drives to the Old City.
Khaira observed the surrounding scenery, this time not from behind the window of her car. He enjoyed it directly. And, this is the first experience riding a motorcycle with a long distance. Unthinkable before, this time she was driving like this with her own husband.
Along the way, the two were indeed more silent. However, when stopped at a red light, Radit occasionally looked back. Until finally the motorbike they drive has reached the Old City. Radit parked his motorcycle first and put one of his helmets in the motorcycle seat.
"Walk huh?" said Radit while looking at Khaira.
"Yes, come on."
The two also walked together combing the streets of the Old City filled with historical buildings and museums. Khaira looks around, this place looks interesting and the impression of the ancient left makes this area look classic.
"You want to get into the museum or the street first?" again Radit offers Khaira where to go.
"So much as Radit." Khaira walked while following Radit's footsteps.
Radit's wide footsteps, making Khaira often lag behind. Radit had to stop and wait for Khaira. If in the past maybe this man would be angry, now he just quietly waiting for Khaira. If his mouth was going to boil and nag right away, now Radit could no longer nag Khaira.
"We drank it first. I'm thirsty, I'll go on again." Radit's hand pointed at the 'Teh Cincau' drink cart that was across from them. "You want to?"
"I haven't tried it yet, good?" ask Khaira curiously. But he kept walking in Radit's footsteps.
"Sir, ask for two yes. Drink it here." the message to the seller of the drink.
While Khaira waited by sitting on the plastic chair provided. It was not until five minutes that two glasses of cold cincau tea had been received.
"Drink, this is good." Radit opened the conversation, seeing Khaira who was still stirring her drink.