Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Jealous
"Khi, are you here?" Greet the handsome guy who just got off his iron horse and is taking off his full-face helmet. Yes, he is Tama.
"Tama.." said Khaira slowly.
Radit who was still sitting near Khaira just looked at the meeting of the two. However, Radit also suspects who the man who came to Khaira. The man riding the big motorbike was willing to go down and cross the road just to greet Khaira.
"His name is Tama, is he Khaira?" Radit only said in his heart, and his forehead wrinkled for a moment.
"Khai, why are you here? Time passed I noticed, it turns out that you are, Khai. I turned around" he said enthusiastically and a smile spread across his handsome face.
"Yes, Tam... Last time I had lunch at the Ketoprak stall in front of it." replied Khaira as her index finger pointed at the Ketoprak stall in front of the gate.
Tama then circulated her gaze, then her eyes caught Radit who was sitting casually beside Khaira. The scenery is rare, because Khaira is almost never close to men. The girl if on campus always stick with Metta.
Khaira, who was looking at where Tama was looking, noticed that the man was watching Radit sitting next to him.
"Oh, yes Tama... He's my husband, his name is Mas Radit. And Mas Radit, he's Tama, Temen Khaira."
Tama nodded her head slowly, then shook Radit's hand.
"Tama, Khaira's friend."
"Radit, Khaira's husband."
There was a cold air between the two. Khaira also felt bad, on the one hand her husband, on the other hand is a man who a few weeks ago had expressed his love to her.
"So, is he your husband, Khai?" tanya Tama, but somehow her tone sounded faint.
"Yes, Tama. I told you I was married." said Khaira calmly.
Tama nodded her head slowly, before Tama was also not sure that Khaira was married, but today the girl she liked said it directly and introduced her to Tama. There was a heart that hurt, but Tama covered it with a smile looking at Khaira, "You are happy I am too, Khai." he muttered inwardly.
Then Tama, put on her full-face helmet again, "Yes, I'm straight on Khai. Titip keep Khaira yes Kak, Khaira very good girl, happy her yes." said Tama with her eyes fixed on Radit.
"Yes, I must have taken care of it. Take it easy, I'm her husband." said Radit not inferior to the voice that sounded full of emphasis in each word.
"Bye Khai, take it off." he said as he walked over and waved his hand at Khaira.
Khaira just smiled and nodded at Tama's departure.
"Ehem... Ehem... saucy as well?" chirps Radit while looking at Khaira.
"What Mas? Just temen." said Khaira firmly.
"Rarely just meen? But how come you're here to believe nyamperin anyway? Sample puter back the tablets." asked Radit who seemed to want to investigate something.
"Because I've known you for a long time, ma'am. He was also the one who anterin I went home when my legs sprained."
Khaira immediately closed her mouth, how could she tell that Tama who drove her home when Khaira from physiotherapy who turned out to be Tama's Mother.
"Oh, who's doing those nights, huh? Oh... So his name is Tama." Radit mentioned Tama's name, but it was like there was a spark in his eyes.
"Yes.." answered Khaira quickly.
"If Mas can say, don't be close to him, he seems to have a sense of you."
Deg.
As Khaira's heart beats, how does Radit know that Tama likes him. But of course Khaira will hide it, there is no way Khaira told Radit that a few weeks ago Tama had expressed her feelings. After all, in fact, Khaira had rejected it and said honestly that her status was married.
However, on the one hand there was also resentment in Khaira's heart. It was as easy as Radit told him not to be close to Tama, while Radit himself was double-hearted. Ironic right?
Khaira turned to Radit for a moment, she sighed slowly. "Without Mas Radit saying anything, I've done it. I knew I was married and had a husband. It is also impossible for me to be close to other men, especially behind my husband. I know very well, Mas. Thanks for being reminded."
"No." she answered briefly.
"But I hear anger in your words."
"Mas think for himself. Can I go now?" ask Khaira while lifting the map and sling bag.
When Khaira was standing and was about to walk, Radit held Khaira's hand. "Don't go, here first. Don't go in a state of anger."
Because in a public place and still in the campus environment, Khaira finally relented, he again sat on Radit's side. Again why men always act impulsively and as they please, clearly he knows that he is wrong, but casually tells Khaira. Khaira is not angry, she is more disappointed. Disappointment, disappointment is not considered, disappointment is left alone, yes the disappointment he felt more and more piled up to make his heart feel tight. Incision after incision was plastered in his heart, only the incision was not bleeding.
"You want to accompany me here again. Wait a minute, if your emotions are down, you can go."
Khaira just kept quiet, she was reluctant to respond to any of Radit's remarks.
Seeing Khaira who was sitting and just silent, made Radit try to find other topics of conversation.
"So when do you want to take your Ingrris Language course?" ask Radit who is distracting Khaira's emotions.
"Maybe next week" he replied briefly.
"Sunday night, we're going no more? If you want later Mas pick up." this time Radit offers something that Khaira likes to watch with soccer. Radit hopes his offer can ease Khaira's anger.
Hearing the word nobar certainly makes Khaira very happy, especially seeing football watching together makes him able to forget a moment of loneliness and solitude at home. But Khaira did not want to immediately agree to Radit's invitation.
"Why not?" Radit is trying to melt Khaira into an iceberg.
"It doesn't matter, Mas. Someone will be angry, I don't want to be considered a no-no."
"Don't mind that, the fact is that Mas is also your husband. And, I'll make sure no one gets angry. So how do you want to not have a night out next week?"
"Look at it later, Mas." said Khaira still with a cold tone.
When they are seen still talking to each other, precisely Radit who is trying to melt the atmosphere. Dimas had arrived with a map in his hand and some books he had borrowed in the library.
"Hai Khai, here?" sapanya friendly. "Nemenin Radit is it? Oh, I forgot, we've seen Radit a few times, so you know Radit." Dimas recalled that Khaira had seen Radit several times, so must have known.
Khaira just smiled at Dimas.
"Yes already Bro, back office yuk hours rest already want to run out of this." asked Dimas to Radit.
Radit throws Dimas car keys that he was holding, "Lo take the car. I'll wait here."
"OK, secure. Yes Khai, first yes I take the car first." said Dimas to Khaira.
"Yes Brother." sahut Khaira brief.
After Dimas walks to get his car, Radit and Khaira also start standing from the bench they are sitting on.
"Yes, I also returned Mas." said Khaira while draping a sling bag on her shoulder.
Radit nodded his head, his eyes never coming off to look at Khaira.
Khaira starts walking, but again Radit stops her.
"Wait..."
Khaira turned back. "What's wrong?"
Radit raised his right hand and gently rubbed the top of Khaira's head with his right hand. "Be careful, yeah..."