Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
I'm Jealous
Ever since Miko openly admitted that she used to assess Khaira while in college, Radit was frenetic in his heart. Yes, even though Khaira did not respond at all, but it feels like Radit is currently dealing with his rival.
Although his heart raged, Radit tried to professional to focus on the task given to him. While working, he glanced at his illuminated phone on his desk.
A message came in from Khaira.
[From: Wifey]
[His work spirit is Maskuw. The real work.]
[Be careful there. Take care, take care.]
[See you later in the afternoon at Pondok Mertua Indah.😍]
Radit smiled reading a message from Khaira, it had been a long time he was not working and full-time twenty-four hours only accompanied Khaira. Now the atmosphere and will become a new routine for him to work eight hours a day.
"I'm missing, Khai. It's better twenty-four hours with you. But you want me to be a cool guy who works. So I'll do that, I'll work for you and our children later" he murmured inwardly.
Radit was so focused on recapitulating monthly financial data, various tables were open on his work computer. It felt like the man recalled the time he worked as an Auditor before, and of course he remembered Dimas, his best friend who was always good with him.
If in the past Radit struggled with documents, data, and tables to make it clear because it worked until the early hours of the morning. Now Radit seems to repeat all those situations, of course Radit will not work until the early morning, because there is his wife who always awaits his arrival at home.
Because his spirit worked, it turned out that the day had changed to afternoon. At four in the afternoon, Radit left the office to return home. Together with his father, he returned home.
In his mind he had already imagined the sweet smile of Khaira who would welcome him after work. True Khaira said first, the heart feels happy because there is someone who waits for his arrival every time he comes home from work.
Traveling for approximately twenty minutes, Radit and Wibi's father had reached home.
As soon as he heard the gate open and his father-in-law's car entered the car garage. Khaira, who was sitting quietly in front of the television with Mother Ranti, immediately stood up and opened the door. She stood at the door of the house, welcoming her husband.
"Dad home ... Radit's home ...." Greet Wibi and Radit's father together.
Of course Bunda Ranti immediately approached her husband, while Radit who was walking somewhat behind her father looked at Khaira with a face that was difficult to define. But Khaira kept smiling to welcome her husband. "Home home Mas ..." he said, then followed Radit to his room on the second floor.
Once inside the room, Radit put down his backpack and took off his socks. The man was still putting on silent mode to his wife.
"Bring first, would you like me to make some warm tea or some warm chocolate?" bargain to her husband.
"Yes, I take a shower first. No matter what, tea or chocolate is no problem. If coffee is not okay? I want to drink coffee" he said with a flat expression.
"No. No coffee, stomach acid will rise Mas." said Khaira firmly, after that she prepared a change of clothes for her husband. Then Khaira came out of her room, went down to the kitchen to make a warm drink for Radit.
After that, Khaira went back into the room with a small tray in her hand containing two glasses of chocolate. Meanwhile in the room, Radit had also finished bathing. The man's hair was still wet just tidied up with his hands, his face also looked fresher.
Radit was still in silent fashion, but the man hugged his wife from behind. Feeling a hug that seemed to wrap around him, Khaira tried to unravel Radit's hand. "Remember," he said. Silent moment. "Why since I came here. Bad mood? Any problems at the office? Dong's story, if you've been given yes I won't know."
Now Khaira turned her body, facing Radit. The two face each other. Khaira's eyes scoured her husband's face and eyes. "Why, hmm?"
Radit finally chose to sit on the sofa, Khaira followed. Then, the man sighed as if it felt heavy, a few seconds later he let out his voice. "There is a salutation for you" he said.
"Who?" Khaira asked and he was astonished by Radit's words just now.
"Miko."
Khaira frowned, remembering who Miko was. He never had a friend named Miko.
"Who? I don't have a friend with that name."
"Related?" radit asked who was staring intently at his wife.
Khaira nodded her head. "Yes...."
"If former thuggish?" again Radit fished by asking questions.
"Nothing." he said briefly. "Ceritain dong, I don't know who Miko is. Don't be convinced, if it's sebel or there is any feeling we'll promise will be direct story. If you don't want to tell me, I'm going downstairs."
Radit finally begins his story. "I'm in Miko's office, she said your older sister used to be at college. He nitip greetings for you, he said he had a crush on you while on campus first. She fell in love at first sight with you. You know how I feel, there's another guy who says hello to my own wife. Sebel. Fortunately I nahan, if I'm not nervous" he said with emotions overflowing.
Khaira just chuckled amusedly staring at Radit's face, as her hand gently rubbed her husband's arm. "Sir Miko huh? Business Management Child?"
Radit glared at his eyes, "So know ya?"
Khaira nodded her head, "He knows. The problem is that he likes me, but I'm not." he replied by leaning his body onto the sofa.
"I'm jealous Honey ... Why the hell on my first day of work actually met the person who used to have a crush on you. Strange again." Radit was really boiling apparently, until the man mengedumel.
Khaira finally stood up, grabbed a cup of chocolate that still passed it to her husband. "Diminum used to be Mas, but still warm. Jealousy can be, just don't overdo it. I am not a nanggepin either. I haven't nanggepin, sister Miko kok."
Slightly crushed, Radit drank the warm chocolate. "But I was really jealous when he said you were his first love in front of me, I'm your husband. Of course I'm jealous. Cock-a-hoop."
Khaira laughs at Radit. "You're a funny jealous, Mas. This time I saw you were jealous. So it's a little bit of a headache."
Radit put the cup, "if the sun's anxious first dong" he said as his index finger held his lips. "Sun is here."
"Issh, what the hell is Mas. It's called modus. Basic husband mode."