Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Atonement for Sin
Radit was completely aware of the mistake he had made all along. And, what he did now was apologize in advance to his parents. He told his parents truthfully. Honest, even too late. But once too late, Radit dared to admit his mistake in front of his parents.
"Radit must do everything possible to atone for Radit's sins on Khaira, Yah .." said the man sounded so bitter in the ears of his parents.
Wibi's father saw that his son was truly sorry, but the long distance between the two was somewhat difficult to cover. Moreover, Wibi's father is not sure that Khaira will be this easy to forgive Radit given the many mistakes Radit has made since the beginning of their marriage.
"Reg ... Mother knows you are sorry, Mother also knows that Khaira is a good child, but Mother is not sure if she will be that easy to forgive you given the many mistakes and injuries you gave." Mother patted Radit on the back. "Stand up, sit down here."
Radit stood up from his position that was originally calm, now he sat near Mother Ranti.
"Dit, honestly Mother is disappointed with you. We educate you to be a responsible man, but what you do hurts your own wife. Mother is more sad because all this time we only know you two are happy, your love can grow slowly. And, even more grieving for the fact that Khaira harbored everything herself, she did not share her grief with anyone, including us."
"I'm sorry Radit, Bun ... Radit's wrong, let Radit do this penance Father, Mother ... But do not separate Radit from Khaira. Radit could be crazy ... Radit can't be separated from Khaira."
"Then what are you going to do?" ask Wibi's father to Radit.
"May Radit resign from Radit's work and follow Khaira, Dad? Radit just wants to be with Khaira, keep her there, spend time together. Radit will wait until Khaira forgives Radit."
Wibi's father looked dizzy and took his temples. His well-established son, wanting to quit his job only to pursue Khaira, apologizes from the wife he always hurt and hurt.
"You don't be rash, Dit. After all you are well established with your job now, think of everything carefully. Don't make decisions rashly. I'm not sure that Khaira will forgive you given the amount of pain you've been through. And, you said you loved Khaira, it was too late for Dit."
"It's not too late, Radit's trying. If we were apart like this, things wouldn't change, Dad. Radit has to move, Radit has to do something."
"Let's think carefully about your decision, after it's calm and you can think clearly, talk to me again. This doesn't mean I forgive you, only Khaira can forgive you because she's the one who's hurt here. When Khaira has forgiven you, then Dad will forgive you."
"Yes Father ... Again forgive Radit."
"Mother is also Dit, Mother is still disappointed with you. Mother also can not forgive you" said Mother Ranti who stared intently at Radit.
"I'm sorry Radit, Mother. Radit won't repeat this mistake again, Radit will give Radit his whole life for Khaira." Radit breathed for a moment. "Dad, Mother ... Can Radit come back to this house again? If Father and Mother are pleased, please just sell our wedding gift house from Father and Mother. The house is too sad for Khaira. When Khaira returns to Indonesia, we can buy a new house. Radit is afraid Khaira will be traumatized by our bad household story."
Wibi's father and Bunda Ranti seemed to weigh the decision to be taken. However, Radit's words have a point, the wedding gift house can actually make Khaira feel traumatized, reminding her of the bitter memories of her household.
"Well, you can go back to living in this house. Father and Mother can also directly watch over you. You arrange your things for later transfer."
"Thank You Dad." replied Radit with his face still down not daring to look at the faces of his parents.
"Yes, we've had this conversation here first. It's dinnertime. Come on, let's have dinner first."
Father followed Mother Ranti to the dining table, while Radit resuscitated her shoulders in his seat. In his heart Radit was relieved because he dared to be honest with his parents, his actions were indeed unforgivable, but at least Radit dared to admit his mistake. In addition, Radit solemnly promises to give his life only to love Khaira.
Finally Radit walked to the dinner table, he also joined dinner.
"Dit, Mother wants to tell a story" said Mother while eating her dinner.
"Father and Mother betrothed you to Khaira not by chance. You and Khaira have known each other since childhood."
"Know since childhood, Bun?" Radit's eyes widened in disbelief hearing Mother Ranti's words.
"Yes, you already know when you were a child in Jogjakarta. You don't want that you ever tell Daddy and Mommy if you love Adek Khaira and want to take care of Adek? Hearing what you said made us sure, you can love and take care of the girl you always loved."
Radit seems to think, "Adek Bun? Why did Radit forget?"
Mother Ranti then stood up from the dining table, she took a photo album of Radit's childhood, and gave one sheet of photos to Radit. "Remember this photo?"
Radit held the photo with his hand, then seemed to think who was in the photo. "This is Radit, Bun ... And, who's this little boy?"
"That's Khaira, Dit. Khaira who when you were a child called "Adek Aira" Inget not?"
"Arek Aira? Adek Aira?" Radit called the name several times, trying to recall his childhood memories.
A familiar name, but why Radit could forget it. Even Radit had to think hard to remember the cute and beautiful little girl who got the photos.
"So Radit has known Khaira since childhood huh Bun?" he asked again still by repeating his memories as a child.
"Yes. You two as children are inseparable. If we visit Ammar's father's family, you two are very happy. But every father and Mother parting home, Khaira certainly does not cry to part with Mas Adit." The story of Bunda Ranti trying to rebuild the memory of Radit's childhood memories.
"Mas Adit?"
"Yes. Khaira used to call you Mas Adit, because as a child Khaira had not clearly pronounced the letter 'R', so she called you Adit. While you call her Aira."
Suddenly the synapses in Radit's brain are connected to each other. He started to remember the little girl in the photo.
"So he's Aira, Bun? When he asked for his birthday Radit bought a panda doll and sweet fragrant food in the square of Jogja city was Bun?" radit asked curiously.
"Yes ... Khaira is the little boy you used to love."
Radit shook his head, his countenance turned full of regret. "Oh my God, you're Aira. My sweet and cute little adek. My air ...."