Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
What about you?

While watching the fathers pedaling their bicycles on the side of the highway when the shiny black car driven by the pakde, I have to admit the courage of the dhika mas still carry out our wedding party with a relaxed. He knew time would go on and this party would be remembered forever but to me this feeling of happiness in my heart mingled with the sensation of anxiety.

I turned to him who held my hand the entire way to the reception.

“Napa, Ris? Your heart wants to be dislodged?” tanyanya.

“Kalo is tired of saying, do not make it until the event is finished.” I said soft but prestige.

The attention with this man now made me look so infatuated with him while he looked mediocre, like nothing had happened. Forgive me, like I was so hoping for him when I just didn't want to be different.

Dhika smiled. “This means that you are very, very worried about me why-why, Ris?”

“I know the atmosphere must be crowded.” sahutku. ”You will pegel.”

Mas Dhika stroked her puffed legs. “I can count on you, Risha. Don't over think, it's beautiful. That sullen time. Loss make up expensive-expensive.”

I clasped his hand tighter. And now this car is slowly stopping in front of the back of the car line in front of the lobby and the door is opened by my mom. I took a deep breath to control my nervousness as I got out of the car and tidied up my favorite white wedding dress.

Mama reached out, helped Dhika out of the car before she sat in a wheelchair that had been prepared by the wo party.

Mas Dhika intertwined our fingers together as the dazzling camera lights flashed. The reporters called Dhika until finally a man in charge of organizing your reception directed them to the press area.

“Taste to be my artist, Sha. Though just won the race at the district level.”

I made a lip, while Ray pushed Dhika's wheelchair to conduct an interview session related to his profession as a racer who was on the edge.

“Hello, what's up bro?” greet Mas Dhika with a friendly. The man was wearing a dark blue suit with a beautiful cut and a cream shirt, his hair in a back comb. With his brownish face and a well-trained body doing the gym he looks so cool. My stomach is tight, I've never seen it this handsome.

”How's it going, Dude?” exclaimed one of the local journalists who worked in the newspaper company or automotive media. I don't know for sure, but only those two categories are often shrouded in Dhika mas for interviews.

“Happy dong, satisfied, because the only day on which men feel a real victory is on the wedding day. Moreover, his marriage is the same girl as my wife, Risha. Ameritir surgaku.” Mas Dhika looked at me with sparkling eyes. The corner of his lips formed a happy smile.

I smile at him. No need to go in mas... Many will be curious as I bother you.

“Then how did Ms Risha think about Dhika Wahyudin's current situation? Didn't Risha think of turning away?” another reporter.

My arms encircle the shoulders of the Dhika mas. “Most is easy, loving other men is hard. So already know my response about the state of mas Dhika now, not bad, just need extra patience.”

I threw a smile at all the cameras that shot at us with a sharp look so everyone knew I didn't want the question to come again and shake the faith that was awakened

“Then does mas Dhika still follow the race in the near future? Or choose , become a racer?”

“Not stop just break!” mas Dhika said with a changed intonation. He revealed an uninspired smile, his expression changed as well.

I hinted at something unspoken to Ray's eyes. For a split second my in-laws wondered as he stomped his chin and widened his eyes before taking control of the press conference by accepting all the questions and promising to answer them after the reception was over.

The reporters let us leave the press area quietly and the curious Ray immediately went to Dhika with the question asked by the reporter.

“I'm definitely not going to race tomorrow, Pa. The qualification clearly does not allow disabled people unless there is a sponsor who still believes in my abilities!” dhika said emotionally with both hands clenched in her lap.

“Papa knows, Dhika. Relaxed... Just is there no trauma at all in the race again you?”

”Even if there is a special drag race race for disabled people I can handle, Pa. The important thing is that I become the champion.”

I laughed in my heart as Ray poked his head with a horny expression until everyone who saw and heard him was eager to interfere. Making mas Dhika cover her head while grumbling dirty.

“My hair is so ugly, Pa. Which comb comb.” he said as he waved to the fairy team who followed us anywhere.

Om Ray ruffled Dhika's hair while looking at me with a hunting breath.

Mas Dhika held out a small comb that the fairy team held out to me.

“Before taking care of the others, my hair used to be in love, Sha.” he said to make the people around us careless.

I sighed and obeyed him, after he was handsome again we started towards the stand by place. I flinch behind Dhika mas while listening to the event session in the building through the handy talky wedding organizer.

Mas Dhika tapped on the armrests while turning her head.

“Ntar we directly settled in our house, Sha?”

I massaged both shoulders, “My feet pegel wear heels.” I said to switch the conversation.

“I pijet later, replace.” Dhika looked again. “Where do we want tonight?”

“In my room mas.”

“My room, Sha. Let me be more free to work on you.”

In my heart came an impossible feeling. Feelings that should not be thought of because it was clearly hanging out in the head.

I did not give my answer because the receptionist approached us to get ready for the reception building that carries the concept of modern Rustic decorative equipment that uses wood elements, incandescent lights, and so on, straw and fresh flowers pastel and simple decoration to present a warm and simple impression.

With a happy smile I pushed Dhika's wheelchair past the well-lined invited guests on the right-left side of the red carpet while holding a cell phone.

Mas Dhika clenched his hands in front of his chest, he thanked them for their presence while once twice receiving envelopes from close families because this reception was also a friendship for two family guests to summarize the time.

Before climbing the stairs to the pelaminan, my heart skipped a beat. After this event is over, I arrive at the real married life. A fact that is hidden delusion many people if the marriage love 15%, the rest of the tragic comedies that almost every day fill the time and togetherness.

Am I ready to face this completely with just Dhika mas who walk the path I need to help like now?

We sat on the bench, enjoying each session while smiling happily and enlivening the event like a bride who welcomed this joy freely as if nothing had happened.

“Please your shoes, Sha. Tired later before fighting.” said mas Dhika while squatting suddenly in front of me.

People who are busy eating dishes seem not to care much about their behavior.

“Wake up mas, no drama.” I said while patting her shoulder while she lifted my dress that covered the legs.

“Malu mas, in case you want anything later.” I said while trying to pull him up with eyes that look around while smiling amusedly.

“Cepet deh mas buruan stand, not the show prince looking for this Cinderella. No need to wear show dislodged shoes all.” I pulled my dress up and took off my heels quickly.

Mas Dhika groped the chair while trying to move her body there without my help.

“I cepet-cepet I have a fake foot so as not to bother you, Sha. I'm afraid you're burly!”

“Good right, let once you macem-macem directly I invite duel.” I said while reaching for fruits covered in chocolate on the table.

Mas Dhika took the fruits from my plate while looking at me sharply.

“What if it's the reverse, Sha?"

”I mean I fucked that?” ask a little sensi.

“It was, mama's time of sorts. Bodo is very me if it is.” he said while devouring the stove. I am the same and think, what if I am the kind and full of temptation?

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