Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
First Morning
The first night that should have been embraced in the complete unification of two souls, in fact, was only a painful night for Khaira. She really did not think that her husband's mouth would stab the bike into her heart. However, Khaira just cried in silence.
Without a second thought, the girl immediately fell asleep resting her body so exhausted following all the wedding processions. Not to forget he closed the curtains of his bedroom window and locked his bedroom. As a modern girl, of course Khaira anticipates if her abusive husband suddenly enters the room without permission and does nothing. Even though both of them are married couples who have been halal, but Khaira does not want to undergo union with her husband without feeling love. Khaira is a modern girl who can anticipate before the disaster happens. Making sure the whole room was safe, he laid his body on his bed.
Khaira does not fall asleep immediately, he imagines how his life is turned upside down within a week. Pieces of scene after scene flashed in his shadow, how the happiness of his parents preparing for marriage, the presence of a large family that makes the atmosphere of a quiet house crowded, to the procession of Akad Mikah, to the procession of Akad Mikah, and now Khaira feels imprisoned in this strange bedroom.
Tired of recalling the memories in his memory, Khaira slowly began to fall asleep into dreamland. Forgetting the grief and the scar on his heart. Until the morning came. Because it's Sunday, and practically today Khaira can't get out of the house.
Waking up in the morning, he greeted with thanksgiving, even though his condition was not okay, but he remained grateful. With thanksgiving to God alone, he can open his eyes again, breathe the morning air, and return to activity, even though now in different situations and conditions.
Khaira immediately rushed to the bathroom, refreshing herself. After taking a shower, and applying a face care serum and cream, Khaira opted out of the room. He wants to go to the kitchen and find food there, his stomach feels hungry because last night he slept on an empty stomach.
Descending from the stairs, Khaira is greeted by a middle-aged woman who is ART at Radit's house.
"For Non, I'm Tinah... ART at Den Radit's place."
"For Aunt Tinah, I'm Khaira, Bi."
"Come on, please have breakfast first, Non."
"Yes, thank you, Bi..."
Khaira followed Aunt Tinah to the dining table not far from the kitchen. On the dining table, there was a bowl of chicken porridge that seemed to arouse Khaira's appetite.
"Auntie, make chicken porridge for Non Khaira, please eat, Non..."
"Thank you, Bi... Oh, yes Bi, how long has Aunt Tinah been working here?"
"It's the first day, no. Previously I joined Mrs Ranti, after Den Radit married, Mrs Ranti asked me to help Den Radit and his wife in this new house."
"O... Thank you Bi Tinah for helping us here." Khaira said thanking Bi Tinah, at the same time she was lucky because her in-laws entrusted ART work to Bi Tinah who already knew her husband's family well.
"Non Khaira, what do you want Auntie to make you drink? Do you want milk, coffee, or juice? Oh, if there's any hot tea, Bi."
"Neither Non, I make Warm Tea first."
It didn't take long, Bi Tinah returned with a cup of Warm Tea.
"Please Non, drink the tea."
"Still Bi... Uhm, where's Mas Radit's quiet house?"
"Den Radit just came out, Non. Before Non Khaira gets off, Den Radit's out."
"O... Thanks Bi Tinah."
Khaira let out a long sigh, even her first morning as a wife had to be lived alone. Without her husband. Khaira was only able to tell herself to be patient. There was nothing else he could do but be patient.
After breakfast, Khaira returned to her room. He turned on his laptop at the study desk to complete his college assignments. Because, he did not take college leave, and tomorrow he must return to campus. While preparing some tasks, Khaira's phone rang.
Ddrrtr.... Ddrrtr....
Dad Calling.
Immediately Khaira rubbed the green button on the phone screen.
[Hello. Assalamualaikum Father.].
[Wassalamu'alaikum Children.].
[What's Dad?]
[Healthy Dad... Yeah, it's still Dad's adaptation, but it's only day one, Dad.].
[Learning to be a devout wife, Khai.].
[Yes Father.].
[Khai, this afternoon I will send people to Radit's house yes, let them deliver your car, you can use it for college tomorrow.]
[Ah yes... Right Dad, thanks Dad.]
[Well it will be noon, Khai, your favorite car will be delivered yes. Learn from Daddy's Son. Take care, take care of your health, be devoted to your husband.]
[Yes Dad. Thank you, Daddy and Mommy are also in good health there.]
Khaira again shed tears considering the attention of Father and Mother. Desire to return home, but it is impossible because his parents will surely think of anything if he returns home after last night at his Husband's house.
After receiving a call from his father, Khaira went back downstairs. His throat was dry, so he went to the kitchen to get water. One full glass filled with water, then drink it.
Glekk.... Glekkk....
His throat began to feel relief.
There was the sound of a door opening, from the kitchen where he was standing, Radit was seen entering the house, one hand pushing a suitcase, and the other hand was holding tightly to the waist of a beautiful woman, tall, tall, white, and looks mature. Khaira only glanced at a glance.
Radit in fact walked towards Khaira, casually he brought the woman in front of Khaira.
"Hey. This is my wife. Last night I married her in series, and from today she will stay here. Honey, know him that little whiny kid that Dad made me. Forgot me, what's your name?" With a relaxed and ridiculing smile, Radit referred to his own wife as a crybaby little boy.
"Hello, I'm Felly... Radit's wife, too." The woman who became Radit's wife was named Felly.
"Khaira's..." The girl said her name slowly. After that, Khaira continued her activities in the kitchen to drink water.
"Let's go, baby, I'll show you your room. Uh, I mean both of our rooms..." Radit said that out loud, he thought Khaira would also be able to hear him.
Sure enough, Khaira heard her husband's words that felt like poison. It's hurtful, double hearted, even now Khaira has to live together with her honey. What a cruel reality life.
Khaira put the finished glass back into the laundry, she was about to go back into her room. However, suddenly there was the sound of people knocking on the door.
The tookkk.... The tookkk.... The tookkk....
"Yes, just a second..." Sahut Khairah.
Khaira opened the door of the house, and it turned out that Mr. Herman, the driver of Ammar's father, was coming.
"Non Khaira, I'm here to drive Non's car. Mr. Ammar said, so that tomorrow can be used by Non Khaira to go to campus. It's the key."
"Yes... Thank you Mr. Herman."
"Yes Non, same. And, this is Mr. Ammar for Non Khaira and Mas Radit."
"What is this sir?"
"No idea, Non. Non-Khaira will open it himself. If so, I say no, Non."
"Yes Sir... Thank you Mr. Herman, please give my regards to Father and Mother."
"Non Good."
Khaira again closed the door, and she rushed into the room. Too long in this house just makes it uncomfortable. Better to lock yourself in the room.