Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Household Life
After the holidays Radit and Khaira to Paris and Vienna. His second day was only limited to the apartment room. Both of them really enjoy the rest of the holiday with activities in the apartment room, they just go out when they want to buy food.
Daily activities in the apartment ranging from opening your eyes in the morning, to closing your eyes at night all lived together. Wrapped with jokes, laughter, puffiness, obsolescence, a bit of thrashing, and of course the main spice is love.
"Bosen didn't Mas in the room continue?" Khaira asked while watching the television channel, and she was sitting on the sofa.
Radit commented a smile, "No. If it's you, I've never been the same" he said, pinching Khaira's nose.
"Ishh, this sick loh Mas. It must be red in my nose." Khaira complained of pain. "Pinch kayak gini including domestic violence loh Mas, if not pinched must be bitten. Your KDRT is Mas." he said while rubbing his nose.
Radit just chuckled amusedly. "Abis you're doing a hell of a job. That's not KDRT dong Darling. That's because I love you. Instead of being dicuekin, mending diucilin."
Then Radit let out a breath for a moment. "Aren't you happy if I'm nosy? The only Abis I have here is you, 24 hours the same as you, yes accept your husband as he is with all his mess."
Khaira rolled her eyeballs. "Let's not 24 hours with me, how about Mas Radit work part-time. Pretty good part-time salary here."
Radit blinked his eyeballs. "I'm here to work." she replied lightly.
"What's the work?" sahut Khaira fast.
"My job is to take care of you, baby. It's the biggest, riskiest, noblest job." Radit replied as he rolled one eye at Khaira.
"You can do it the most, really cool if you do it that way."
Radit probably landed his head on Khaira's thigh. As if spoiled and get the most comfortable place while looking at Khaira's face with various kinds of expressions seen there.
"Seriously, I've never been bored. Like you have an unemployed husband, honey?"
Khaira nodded her head quickly. "Hm. . . I honestly did." Silent moment. "But, if you have returned to the homeland later work yes Mas. If you do not want to leave for work there are those who nyiapin your clothes, breakfast, take to the front of the house, there are waiting for you to go home, then there are those who welcome your arrival in the afternoon. Romantic style."
Radit thought for a moment as his eyes glared. "Yes, and I will be very happy because all you call it is you who do it. Aye right? Then, there are times when I become unfocused because only until the office has already missed my beloved wife."
Now Khaira was rubbing Radit's hair with her fingers. "Hmm, married life, married life is not boring. As long as we can both fill each other up. Agree with Mas?"
"agree. While here, living a household life with you I don't feel bored at all. Instead I am grateful because I can get to know you more, knowing every day of your life. It's beautiful all this time. Thank you dear."
"Make?" ask Khaira.
"Make everything. I became aware that God unites man in many ways. His way of uniting us both begins with what seems unpleasant. But now I am so thankful that I have you. We are more grateful that we are together, united, whole and whole." Radit expressed his feelings at length to the current Khaira.
"Again, all of this is certainly part of the path that God has set. Ahh, you made me suddenly melt, so you want to cry." Khaira seemed to wipe away a single tear that almost fell from her eye patch.
Radit rose from his previous position. The man grabbed Khaira's head and leaned her on her shoulder. "here. If you cry happy, I allow it. But if it's a cry of sadness, I won't let it."
"Surely right now I'm crying because I'm happy. My days shrouded in cloudy clouds have long since passed. God is so good, it feels like now my day is full of gratitude, a lot of happiness, a lot of laughter."
One hand of Radit stroked his wife's soft hair. "I'm also full of gratitude now. Yeah, don't look ah. So get carried away."
Radit then took the phone from his pocket which felt vibrating. "But baby, I called. I'll answer you for a second, okay?"
Khaira looked at Radit. "Who is Mas?"
"Nih, Dimas's the phone. Tumben-tumbenan he called me."
"Oh, Brother Dimas... Answer it."
Dimas Calling
Radit immediately shifted the green button on the phone screen.
"Hello Bro, how are you?" greet Radit to his best friend and co-worker, Dimas.
"Good Bro. Where are you now, Bro?" ask Dimas over his cellular connection.
"There are job openings Bro, in the Government-owned Bank. The Auditor position. How do you know your interests." Apparently Dimas called to tell Radit about the job vacancy. Of course Dimas knew about Radit's resignation, so Dimas intended to inform him of the job vacancy.
"The problem is that my position is far away Bro, also in the future I hang my dream to be an auditor deh. If you are an auditor especially in the Internal Control System (SPI) section is difficult Bro, do not want to leave his wife for long."
"Seriously, are you married? Who's Bro? Same thing that used to be not broken up?"
Radit laughs. "If I told you I would be shocked."
Dimas curious. He really wanted to know who his best friend was married to. "You know, Bro. Is this the same wife?"
"Yes dong" he answered briefly.
"Gue switch video call yes, must be lifted. Accepted."
Soon the call, which was once just a regular call, now switched to a video call.
"Bro, where's the wife? When is marriage serious?" Dimas continued to search his best friend with various questions.
"That's the point I'm getting married Bro. I'm happy now." replied Radit who showed a smile on his face, a sign the man was really happy.
"Gue follow the seneng. Healthy now?" ask Dimas again.
"Alhamdullilah be healthy Bro." replied Radit.
"Don't get sick again, don't stress until almost as depressed as before." Dimas gave his advice sincerely. Dimas himself was the one who saw how the rise and fall of a Radit.
Radit nodded his head. "Thank you Bro, now I'm healthy and of course happy."
Ignoring Dimas for a moment with his video call. Radit called Khaira to come closer. "Dear here." His hand was stretched out to Khaira.
"I'm ashamed . . ." Khaira simply said without making a sound, shaking her hand.
But Radit signaled that his wife was getting closer. Finally Khaira came a little closer.
"Bro, you know me, right? Shocked not now?" Radit pointed the camera at Khaira.
"Navig. . . Hi Khai, how are you?" ask Dimas. But immediately Dimas looked surprised and excited. "Eh, jerks. You mean Radit's wife Khaira? Whats! Seriously?"
Radit laughed loudly. "Know Bro, my wife."
"Crazy lo Bro, what's the story? And you didn't understand me. Khaira, you didn't study abroad, did you?"
"Hi Kak Dimas how are you?" ask Khaira over that video call.
"good. I've almost got 1 semester of Khai, go to your college."
"Mas' spirit, will suddenly not feel like you have just graduated. It's only 4 semesters."
"Khai, are you really Radit? How could it be? Since when? Or maybe Radit used to be sick, really drop because you live abroad huh?"
Khaira gave a slight glance at Radit, but Radit instantly shifted the focus of his eyes. "Don't open my card dong Bro."
Dimas laughs. "Yes, don't open the card. Uh, but now you work what Bro?"
Radit laughs. "Gue full-time look after Wife, Bro."
Dimas surprised. "Crazy lo Bro. It's not really this."
"Where it is, there is no no noblest duty other than to keep the Wife 24 hours."