Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
There's a Hidden Flavor
Satisfied around the Old Town area with a paddle bike until the afternoon. A day together can erode the distance between the two. As the word both are in the approach stage (PDKT).
"We go home now it's night" Radit said as the two were walking together toward where his motorcycle was parked.
Khaira nodded her head, without answering Radit's words.
Once he arrived at the motorbike parking lot, Radit took out his motorbike, then he was ready to ride the bike. While he waited for Khaira who was still wearing a helmet and prepared to sit piggybacking behind him.
After Khaira sat in a comfortable position, Radit slowly drove his motorcycle forward. While Khaira seems to observe the situation of the Capital with its flickering lights, riding a motorcycle does give a different sensation than driving a car. The wind hits their bodies directly, and the atmosphere of the capital at night is still beautiful.
"Noek motor?" radit asked as he looked at Khaira from his rearview mirror.
"Yes. Exclaims. But don't screw Mas, serem. Don't speed dangerously." said Khaira as soon as Radit drove his motorcycle faster.
Khaira even occasionally closed her eyes as soon as Radit carried her motor faster. And, of course Radit also knew that Khaira closed her eyes as she sped a little.
When their motorbike stops due to red traffic lights, Radit performs an action that makes Khaira surprised for a moment.
"You donned it less safe, so I if you kind of speed you scared" he said reassuringly.
"Hmm, how does that mean?" tanyakanya.
Suddenly Radit looked back a little, his hand grabbed Khaira's hands and then put Khaira's hands on her waist.
"Hands like this, so you won't be afraid" he said with a smile that Khaira could see from the rearview mirror of the motorcycle.
Both of Khaira's hands were now coiled around her waist, the distance of the two was getting closer. Khaira tried to stretch her hand which was on Radit's waist, but the man quickly held Khaira's hand with his left, "Don't take it off, just hold it. You're safer like this. If I speed, you're not afraid anymore. We're on the road again, yeah, the lights are green."
When it felt like it was freezing for a moment, he never imagined it would be this close to Radit. In a dream he never imagined it. Khaira felt awkward and uncomfortable, but whenever Khaira tried to stretch her hand, Radit's left hand always held her back, even Radit now made Khaira's hands curl beautifully around her waist.
"Mas, this is not true. Don't be like this." said Khaira as she glanced at Radit from her rearview mirror.
Radit just threw a smile, "Just hold it until home, no more. We are husband and wife, so what's wrong. Hmm?"
Khaira rolled her eyes lazily. Khaira just does not want to get too close to Radit, especially when Radit receives a call from Felly that makes his heart feel pinched. After all, she was just an unwanted wife, so for Khaira there was no need to be this close to Radit either.
"You have no intention of modus, do you?" Khaira ventured to express her feelings.
"Hahahaha." Radit laughed. "Where is the husband modusin his own wife? There is nothing... The goal is that you are not afraid, the grip is safer" he said lightly.
"Yes, but don't do it, too, Mom. We are not this close either if we have to have physical contact so far" Khaira said as she stretched her hand that was originally coiled around Radit's waist. At once Khaira wants to remind Radit about the relationship between the two who are not that close.
"Please, don't let go. At least let it be this way until we get home. Besides, I'm your husband, it doesn't hurt if you hold it to my waist. I'm not someone else to you." Radit was still trying to hold Khaira's hand on her waist.
To avoid any debate, they were still on the road, and Khaira let her hands hang on Radit's jacket.
Radit, who knew Khaira's hand was still on her waist, somehow felt happy. Why did Radit suddenly feel his heart was calm with Khaira. The things they do together all day also make Radit happy. But what they do is simple, just riding a motorbike, walking, visiting museums, and cycling. Activity is simple, but Radit knows that his heart is happy. His life is like a mobile phone that almost runs out of power, and with Khaira all day making the phone is now fully charged. Although both of them still make the boundary line, but it is undeniable that Radit is happy now. Radit smiled recalling the first day the two took a walk together. Without them noticing, the two had already reached Khaira's house.
Khaira immediately removed her hand from Radit's waist, he got off the motorcycle, and took off his helmet.
"Thank you Mas" he said while still standing in front of Radit.
"Yes, I'm the one who's grateful, because it's been going on all day. Next time we'll be together again." Radit said with eyes fixed on Khaira. "I also said yes, I didn't go inside. Be careful at home."
"Hm-hm." - sahut Khaira. "Be careful, Mas." she added reminding her husband to be careful.
"I'm back." Then Radit drives off his motorcycle, and Khaira is still at the gate watching Radit disappear.
While Radit still sees Khaira standing in front of the front door of the rearview mirror of his motorcycle.
Why do I feel guilty leaving like this? But I have no other choice. Even he was still acting quite indifferent and awkward, had I hurt him that deep?
*****
At Radit's house, Felly who originally said that he came home tomorrow, in fact he came home sooner.
The woman was alone in her house while waiting for Radit. He also contacted Radit so that they would buy food when they returned home.
"Not yet home? It was 8pm too. Where I've laper again." said Felly while changing the television channel with the remote in his hand.
Not long after, the sound of a motorcycle stopped in front of the house.
"That must be Radit." murmured Felly.
"Which, has come?" greet Radit as soon as he enters the house.
"Yes, Ay. Since this afternoon. What food did you bring? I've been waiting for you a long time." said Felly spoiled.
"This is fried rice. We eat fried rice is okay, right?" radit asked as he handed the fried rice to Felly.
"Yes, it's okay. Get me plates and spoons, I'll eat here watching television."
"Hmm, yes" said Radit who headed straight to the kitchen.
"If Khaira is usually he who will serve his food on a plate and serve it. Uh, why am I suddenly thinking of Khaira anyway." Radit massaged his temple a little, then shook his head.