Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Morning of a New Couple
Vacation in Paris is not just a vacation, but a memory that will never be forgotten by Radit and Khaira.
It was in this city that the two united their soul and body. This romantic city bears witness to the journey of both. Especially for Khaira, she has been able to accept her husband completely and completely.
Khaira was sitting in front of the dressing table with her pouting face. Last night's struggle with her husband, it turns out there is still a follow-up session when they were bathing earlier. Not just rubbing your back, but also doing various other physical activities. New activities for couples who have just moved up the class to the next level.
Radit stood behind Khaira, the man taking a small towel coil that was still coiled in Khaira's hair. After that, Radit tried to dry the still wet hair of Khaira.
"So much, dear?" ask her with busy hands drying Khaira's hair with a towel.
"Sick loh Mas, pegel all my legs. The intention is to walk so you can not deh this." said Khaira while singing her lips.
Radit chuckles at Khaira's sweet face. "Abis is delicious, darling, so add more. The double portion." he said as he rolled his eyes. "Yes already this, you just rest we add 1 day in Paris, tomorrow afternoon continue to Vienna. You must be having trouble walking now."
"Obviously the trouble goes, so I still ask. Very rhetorical." Khaira's face grew sullen. But Khaira's frown just makes Radit anxious.
"Yes, take a break today. I won't be naughty anymore. Promise."
Khaira observed her husband's serious-looking face from the reflection of the mirror. "Promise not bad?"
Radit lowered his head, then kissed Khaira on the forehead. "Yes, promise. Even if you are used to it later do not hurt anymore, dear. Seriously. I read it like that."
"Supermodus. If it continues, it could fail his vacation. Because it is not comfortable to walk anywhere." said Khaira jutek.
After Khaira's hair was half dry, Radit then took a comb. That guy all brushed Khaira's hair. "Dikasih hair mist and not Honey?"
Khaira's hand pointed directly at the orange bottle on her dresser. "The orange bottle closes the pink hair mist Mas."
Radit immediately took the bottle, then sprayed the cherry blossom-flavored hair mist into Khaira's hair. "Your hair pants are fragrant, I love the smell." He said while inhaling the aroma of Cherry Blossom that came out of Khaira's hair.
"You've always treated your women like this, huh?" asked Khaira while her forehead looked wrinkled.
Radit, realizing that Khaira's direction was referring to something else, immediately gave her an explanation. "My woman is just you, Honey."
Khaira pinched her eyes, "What first?"
"No. Never." replied Radit quickly.
"Even so, I don't know." said Khaira.
"Never have you been my darling Khairaku, you were my first." Radit's face now looked serious.
"The same thing that never happened? Will you stay home? Anyway how do you look like you had experience last night?"
Radit's index finger landed on Khaira's lips, hinting that his wife was silent. "We never did, you were the first for me. You yourself knew last night how I failed so many times. If so, without experience. Because we have instinct. My lips are stained, if others are original."
Khaira observed the look in her husband's eyes, trying to find out the truth whether her husband had not lied to her.
Radit was now completely down, "Please trust me for this, Khaira. I really didn't lie this time. Udah yes, do not discuss the past that actually makes us bad mood, we are here on vacation, looking for happiness. Still wanna sit here or there." Radit pointed to a sofa that was near a large glass window with a view of the blue sky of the city of Paris with the splendor of its Eiffel Tower.
"So there Mas." said Khaira as her finger pointed at the chair by the window.
Before Khaira managed to stand up, the man immediately carried Khaira's body and sat her on the sofa.
"Thank you Mas, when I could walk alone earlier" said Khaira when she was sitting sweet on the sofa.
"Nothing, your legs must still hurt to walk. Let me be a leg for you. Now you wait here yes, Mas down to buy Breakfast. We eat in the room."
"Yes..." Khaira calls Radit before the man steps away.
"Hmm, what's the darling?" he quickly turned to Khaira.
"Wear Mas's jacket, however it's winter. I'll get the flu." Khaira reminds Radit to put on his jacket.
"Oh, I forgot. Thank you, darling, for being reminded. Any special food orders? Let me find it."
Khaira seemed to think for a moment, then she knew what she wanted. "Chocolate is hot if there is a Mas."
Radit smiled and nodded his head, "I thought it was. Okay, wait a minute. Don't go anywhere. Wait for me to return."
After 15 minutes, Radit came back with various cakes such as macaroons and croissants. Not to forget the warm chocolate of his beloved wife's order.
"Please Wifey, warm chocolate." His hand stretched out and handed the warm chocolate to Khaira.
"Thank you Mas." replied Khaira smilingly receiving the warm chocolate in her hand.
Radit sat next to Khaira with one hand grabbing Khaira's shoulder, embracing her.
"Where's the chocolate? The view from here is beautiful. The Eiffel Tower is very clear from here" Radit said as he drank his coffee.
"Mas, you know. I used to dream of visiting Europe, and one of the cities I really wanted to visit was Paris. Hem, I used to dream of coming here with the same people I love. Now I can't believe I got here with my husband."
Radit looked at Khaira's face, "Good dong, that means the person you dreamt of was me. Every city you come to, I hope I come with you in that city. Those cities will be the traces of our love journey dear."
Khaira nodded her head, "Yes Mas, me too. All the cities I've been to, I wish I could be with you in those cities." Khaira paused her speech for a moment. "Mas.." called her husband.
"I hope Mas don't change again, don't play with fire again even though I know he was with you first, but in this marriage let it be just me and you, Mas." khaira said seriously.
Radit stared at the seriousness of Khaira's face. "Yes, honey, I'm sorry. Yes, at this wedding there is only me and you, and also later our baby in the future." Radit paused his words. "Now that we have plenty of time together huh, I'm happy to be like this. May Sakinah, Mawadah, and Wa Rohmah till Jannah, dear."
"Amin.." said Khaira while leaning her head on Radit's shoulder.