Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
The Morning Routine
Radit opened his eyes in the morning, feeling the warmth of the sun slowly greeting, giving the impression of warmth, until a little dazzling his eyes were still closed.
With his eyes still closed, Radit blinked, his hands moving in search of the whereabouts of someone who was always lying by his side. Unfortunately, the figure he was looking for that was used to lying on his side was nonexistent.
Where is Khaira? Radit finally sat down, yawned, then rubbed his eyes. Once his eyes could see clearly, he found the figure he was looking for standing in the kitchen.
"Darling...." Call him with a typical hoarse voice wake up.
"Hmm, right here!" Sahut Khairah.
Slowly Radit stood up, he tidied up his bed first justifying the position of the pillow, pulled the bed cover neatly, then he began to walk up to his wife who was in the kitchen.
The sight of Khaira struggling in the kitchen, the woman standing in front of the stove, busy with a spatula and teflon in her hand. But the scene was so blinding Radit, making his drowsiness disappear instantly.
With the hair that was squeezed upwards to show the neckline, making Radit blink his eyes. "Beautiful view in the morning" he murmured inwardly, then he threw a smile at Khaira.
Khaira's typical appearance of waking up, really makeshift, but for some reason the beautiful scenery in this morning, is a beautiful sight every morning for Radit.
As soon as Radit's footsteps approached the kitchen, Khaira, who was cutting some vegetables on the screen, gave a quick glance at her husband. "For a while, yes." she said with a smile to her husband.
His hands were so good at using a knife, while his other hand controlled the teflon that was on the fire stove. "Sit down first. Five minutes to go."
Not responding or helping, Radit hugged Khaira from behind. Seize him. Makes Khaira sigh and freeze instantly. With his face met with red, Khaira glanced at Radit. "Wash your face first, let's just take the time. It's ripe."
Radit remained silent, putting his chin on Khaira's shoulder. His eyes watched every movement of Khaira's hands, as if they were moving in turn, from cutting vegetables, pouring olive oil, and even controlling teflon on a stove.
"Hmmm, looks good. The smell was fragrant." He deliberately spoke right in front of Khaira's ears, which made her crumble.
Reflex. Khaira flicked her shoulders, focusing all her attention on the breakfast menu she was making.
"Don't macem-macem yes Mas, I hold a knife you know this ... Let me cook first yes, let us both have breakfast" he said with great emphasis and a slight move of the knife in his hand.
"Now the threat of my wife added serem deh, because of the use of a knife. So scared." Radit chuckled, then stole a kiss on his wife's cheek.
Cup.
"Morning Wifey, I wash my face first."
Leaving Khaira still struggling in the kitchen, Radit slightly ran to the bathroom. While Khaira only shook her head while smiling at the behavior of her husband.
Vegetable salads with olive oil, strawberry pancakes, and omelette have been served as their breakfast menu. Not to forget two cups of hot chocolate with smoke still billowing, complementing their breakfast that morning.
"Breakfast. Breakfast time ... Have a good meal." said Khaira when she saw the smile on Radit's face.
"Thank You Honey...." Radit replied with a thank you, then he sat down and enjoyed the breakfast menu created by his beloved chef, his own wife.
"What time is college today, honey? What time's home? Want to go to the library again today?" Radit chides Khaira with almost the same question every morning. Questions he almost always asks every day.
Khaira. "Yes, I went to the Library again Mas, I got the Thesis there. If you play in an existing house I do not know, I even get distracted."
Radit laughed at Khaira's words. "You can do it anyway." By feeding the omelette into his mouth, Radit again let out his voice. "Worked diligently yes, you certainly can. I'm your hardline supporter. FBK." he said, glancing one eye.
"THE BBK? Meanin?" Khaira was confused, she just squinted her eyes.
"Fans Heavy Khaira" he said with a laugh, until the man held his stomach that hurt because so happy to prank his wife.
"Observe ye, Mommy." He held a fork towards her husband. "... If you're talking weird. It's still a strange morning."
Radit was still wide open in his laughter, "No dear, Please. I'm not weird. Yes, we continue the breakfast .. This abis I anterin to campus."
Accompanied by various chatter and laughter, the two lovebirds spent their breakfast until the toilet. After a full stomach, Khaira was ready to go to the campus. Now Khaira was in front of her dresser, the woman just applied thin makeup, and smeared her lips with lipbalm so as not to dry. While Radit just sat on the bed watching his wife who was preening.
"You wanna wear lipbalm? Let your lips not dry." Khaira looked at Radit from the mirror reflection in front of her and her hand held up a lipbalm.
Radit shook his head. "Boy boys wear lipbalm anyway? Isn't that for girls?"
"Cowok can also wear lipbalm kok Mas. Korean actors make lipbalm. Uh, even wear lipstick too, powder, eyebrows, and others. Make up can always be on, I'll lose." said Khaira while chuckling and combing her hair.
Radit just put his shoulder around, "Yes there make up for men and women in Korea. In Indonesia if men make-up even do not teach. But you are so beautiful. Moreover, your face after waking up, it is the most beautiful in my opinion."
Radit who was sitting, now slowly he stood up. With a slight bow, aligning his height with Khaira, the man said. "I know another effective way to wear lipbalm."
In a few seconds, Radit's lips stuck to Khaira's lips.
Cup.
After that Radit pulled his head away from Khaira. "effective right? New way to wear lipbalm." The man then touched his lips with his index finger. "Hmm, damp too."
Khaira rolled her eyes lazily. "You're in mode. Husband mode." her voice sounded fierce. "Udah yuk, go Mas. Afraid late."
Radit and Khaira get out of the apartment, back down the street she almost passes every day. The man faithfully drove and picked up his wife in college. Not by car or motorcycle, but walking together, hand in hand, while telling stories. The morning activities are simple and usually in fact frame the beautiful home life of Radit and Khaira.