Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
A Different Feel
Radit has been living in Manchester for a week. Every day he spent just being in the apartment and doing daily activities with Khaira.
Living alone in a studio apartment apparently does not make Radit lonely or even join, the man was very grateful his decision to resign from his job in fact can bring him closer to Khaira. Although only three days running, Radit little know the habits of Khaira starting from the morning hours of waking, the habit of Khaira in the morning who always brews pot tea, but also, including Radit saw that his wife was very diligent and neat. Every corner of the apartment is always clean, no garbage piles up, towels are always dried on the balcony every time after use, and other habits that have not been known Radit.
Even though there was only one roof, the two still slept separately. Khaira sleeps on her bed, while Radit sleeps on the sofa. Often Radit is eager to catch up with his wife sleeping in bed, but it seems that Khaira has not given the green light, so Radit is really patient, as well as he has promised to give Khaira time, he wanted to wait for Khaira until his wife was really ready to accept him.
This afternoon in the foggy winter. Khaira is working on her duties before the winter break arrives. Anti-radiation glasses perched on his nose, protecting his eyes from the danger of blue light produced by his laptop. Several thick books were also lying on the table. The girl was so serious about her duties.
When Khaira was very serious, Radit suddenly stood right behind Khaira's seat.
"So serious anyway?" he said while looking at Khaira's work on the laptop.
"Eh, yes Mas. Just a little, it's been arranged in my brain I just type it on the laptop. It's just the job with English, so that's the old one. The arrangement of sentences in English must be real." said Khaira while her fingers continue to type on the keyboard screen.
"Do you want to help me? I helped you type it." said Radit offering help.
Suddenly Radit lowered his body slightly, equating his position with Khaira's sitting position. His face was close to Khaira's face, only a few centimeters away.
"This word is a typo, Khai ... There is a typo" he said as his hand pointed to the laptop screen.
Realizing the position of her face adjacent to Radit, until the breath of her husband as if sweeping the side of her face made Khaira as if frozen. His heart beat beyond his threshold. His pulse was also pulsing faster.
"Oh my God, why so close. I swear by it. Taken by my own husband, I'm this whole scene." His mind was in his heart while sighing.
"Dibenerin used to be his typo, so he can get good value for his job." again Radit voiced out that made Khaira re-conscious from her daydream.
"Eh, yes... Nih I've actually." reply while allowing the results of the task that is typo.
Radit changed his position again with his face that was not too close to Khaira's face. As Khaira was relieved, her heart returned to normal, her pulse also returned to normal.
"Mas Radit if you join watching TV or game maen. I'm still finishing this first." said Khaira who just wanted to make sure if her husband was joining at the time.
"Not join me, I just want to see for a moment what you do. Don't think about me, it's important to focus on college. I even know, My wife is sinter and very diligent." Radit said so subtly and smiled sweetly at Khaira.
Khaira nodded her head, then she paused for a moment her fingers from the top of the keyboard on her laptop. Khaira changed his position a little and now he saw Radit who was still standing behind his seat.
"It's definitely not good here. Get used to working in Jakarta, can go anywhere. Here only live in a room and everywhere must walk or take public transportation. Must be tired and really bosen" he said while watching Radit's face.
"Don't do that. It's good here, it's you. My goal here is for you, so don't say it like that. Even good right, we can both know each other so that it gets closer too. Getting to know each other, getting close, finally loving each other. Aren't you?" he said while smiling at Khaira.
"Yes seriously. Am I lying? I'm even here. I'm so sorry why I haven't been this close to you. You have to go abroad first, then I'll catch you here, and we'll have a full 24 hours. I'm really happy." Radit talks about how he feels about Khaira.
"What we know is that we lie to ourselves and God. I know what his heart is." Khaira paused for a moment. "Mas, but if it's Bosen, just take a walk around here. There's a public area on my campus, too. If you are not bored to go home again on foot. Don't just wait for me. Honestly, if I live alone in a place like this, I'm used to it, so I feel comfortable. But you don't, if bosen says yes. Don't sacrifice your own feelings for me, because I don't want to."
Radit nodded his head, "It's easy. But I'm just like you here. Yes-yes, if I feel bored I will talk to you. Yes, the task was completed first. I want to watch TV. Fear even bothers you."
After that Radit left Khaira and he sat down on the sofa looking around the television channel, while Khaira refocused on his duties.
***
Nearly an hour passed, Khaira had completed her task. He then stood flexing his sore muscles after several hours of sitting. The anti-radiation glasses were also removed.
It was late in the afternoon, Khaira walked and stood for a moment on the balcony of her room. Inhaling fresh air while shaking his head, stretching for his neck muscles.
For a few minutes Khaira stood on the edge of the balcony, not realizing the arrival of Radit who was now standing behind him.
"Newly what? Hmm." the voice from the man was quite shocking to Khaira.
Intention to reverse, but in fact the distance and Radit very close. Can no longer afford to cut the distance.
"Eh, just ngagetin the hell Mas. I just have ngadem aja bentar. Breathe fresh air."
"It's not fresh air, there's cold air." Radit said. "Just go yuk." Radit invites Khaira to enter because it feels cold outside, while Khaira only wears a short t-shirt that will certainly make him cold.
Khaira seems reluctant to follow her husband's invitation to go back into the apartment. "Before, five minutes. Just cool my brain for a second." Khaira said she still wanted to be on the balcony for five minutes.
"Yes already." replied Radit. But the man now coiled his hands around Khaira's waist. Warm from behind. "But leave it like this five minutes too."
"Eh Mas, this...." Khaira made a sound but suddenly her tongue was twisted, again her husband approached her this close.
"It's cold here Khaira, later if you just get the flu how. Let's be like this five minutes." The man said as if he did not want to be denied.
Radit tightened his hold. Hugged his wife's little body from behind. It protects the tiny body from the winter wind. Occasionally Radit's face moved to inhale the scent of shampoo from Khaira's hair.
"Mas, don't mode ya." said Khaira ketus.