Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Waiting Sorry
Khaira continued walking speeding up her footsteps. Real meetings are not limited to delusion, it makes his heart not calm. Plus now, the man who was her husband was following her. Radit proved his point to keep following Khaira.
Radit remained calm following Khaira, he knew very well that Khaira would definitely not easily forgive him. But this time he will survive. He would wait until his wife could forgive him.
Khaira hastened her path. His quiet life, suddenly the wind came back. Khaira immediately wants to return to her apartment to avoid Radit.
"Khai, wait for me... Khai... Please listen to my explanation. I'm here to apologize to you directly." Radit called out Khaira's name as he continued to walk, but the one with the name still ignored him.
"Enough Mas. Please get out of here. Don't come after me anymore." Khaira turned around and stared intently at the husband who was now standing before her.
"I'll come after you, Khai. I won't stop until you forgive me" he said in a regretful voice.
"Whatever. I'm going in. Mas Radit can wait here, that's if you don't mind getting cold in this place."
Khaira solemnly stepped away and left Radit by the road which was right in front of the entrance of her apartment.
"I'll wait here, Khai.." yelled quite audibly at Khaira's ears, but the girl still reluctantly turned around. He chose to enter his apartment.
Arriving at his apartment. On one of the windows that led directly to the street he saw Radit still standing with his arms closed to his chest and legs as if stepping on every pebble in front of him.
In his room, Khaira was not calm. He was worried at the moment, standing between his tough choices. Accepting apologies from her own husband or not. Letting her husband stand in the middle of winter shivering or letting her husband into her apartment.
Khaira massaged her temples that felt dizzy and the anxiety she experienced. Her heart was still irritated, but on one hand she could not bear to see her husband standing in the middle of winter either.
Minutes change, hours change. The day that was still late in the afternoon has now changed to night. Khaira again walked towards the window in her room, she still saw Radit still standing in the same place as before. It had been 2 hours, and Radit was still standing in the cold of the season that it was and the cold wind that pierced into the bones.
While outside, Radit persists. This winter was nothing short of the suffering he gave Khaira. As much as possible, he will survive. Even that man had lost his mind. He did not even care if he could have been exposed to Hypothermia (a condition when the body temperature dropped dramatically to below 35°C. When the body temperature is far below normal (37°C), the function of the nervous system and other organs of the body will be disrupted. If not treated immediately, hypothermia can lead to heart failure, respiratory system disorders, and even death).
The only thing Radit thinks about right now is that Khaira can accept and forgive him. Even if he had to do something extreme, it didn't matter to him. He had even been very excited since seeing Khaira's face. The face he had longed for, the face he had dreamed of in his long nights. The face that made him go crazy, only Khaira could make a Radit survive.
"We'll see Khaira, who wins. Your heart or my stubbornness. No matter how long I stand here, but I will win, Khai.." he muttered while standing in the cold of the night.
"I want to do anything for you, Khaira. I won't back down again. I've gone this far, I left everything and followed you here. So, I'm not going to back down. I will try my best, and I will prove that my feelings are love, Khaira. I love you, Khaira..." Radit continued muttering, as he stepped on Adelphine Street, walking to and fro to reduce the cold that began to attack him.
Khaira is still in a dilemma, but when he is still reluctant to make a decision. Snow suddenly drops, air temperature drops in the range of 8°C to 4°C. It must not be easy to survive in the midst of snow and cold air temperatures.
While outside the slowly falling snow, it was now starting to thicken. Road bodies closed. The surrounding of the apartment also began to be quiet, because it was already night and so thick snow fell.
Radit did not deny that his defense began to falter. Several times the man squatted. His legs felt sore as well as shivering.
Looking from behind the window several times Radit crouched down, but still remained out there. Finally Khaira grabbed her coat, immediately she ran out. Even down the stairs, he ran.
"Why are you so crazy!" the remark came out just like that when Khaira had returned to meet Radit in front of her apartment.
In his heart Radit smiled, "This time my stubbornness won, Khai.." murmured inwardly with the euphoria of victory he felt. For hours he stood up and was cold, and behold Khaira went back down to meet him.
"Know not really, the snow fell this thick and still standing here. Very stubborn." anyway." Khaira immediately grabbed Radit's hand and led him into her apartment.
Inside her apartment room on the fourth floor, Khaira immediately opened the door. Still holding her husband's hand.
"Sit down first."
While Radit was like a buffalo being shuffled by his nose, he followed Khaira's instructions. Radit immediately sat himself in the chair, but in his heart the man was so happy. Khaira nagged, but his wife still watched him and did not let him freeze to death from Hypothermia.
Khaira immediately grabbed a portable heater from her closet, pairing it near Radit so that her body became warm. After that Khaira even brewed a warm ginger tea and gave it to Radit.
"Diminum mas.." he said as he handed a cup of ginger tea on the table.
Just now Khaira turned around, her hand held Radit. The man even slightly pulled Khaira's hand, until now the girl fell and accidentally sat on her husband's lap.
Khaira's eyes widened, with her second position at the moment. While Radit was happy, he immediately grabbed Khaira in his arms.
"I miss you, Khaira...."