Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
The heavy you.

Blue skies, birds chirping, aerosol scents of peonies and berry bills mix with floor scents.

I turned off the fan that was used to speed up the floor drying process while bringing breakfast to Dhika mas who was waiting beside the koi fish pond in the back garden of the house.

“Coffee and toast every day. Great for you, Sha.” he said satire.

I smiled as I grabbed a jar of fish feed and wiped his hands with a wet tissue.

“Mbak Martini who cooks heavy. Risha males if early in the morning already complicated in the kitchen.” me while sitting next to him. Take my own plate, blueberry jam and cheese toast.

Mas Dhika exhaled a rough breath. “So who will cook later in the new house? Jajan continues? Eh buset... wasteful dong, Sha.” he said while shaking his head.

I extended the toast towards her lips. “Gak snack every day also mas, Risha work really, Risha will not ask for pocket money to you continue.” my promise really.

“Why? Afraid of taking my medication?” he said while biting toast with sharp eyes. “Don't underestimate me, Sha. You can ask for pocket money to me, just know yourself. I'd like to open a business.”

“Iya.” I fed him again until my bread ran out and Dhika smiled with satisfaction. He looked at me instead of bribing me with his full cheese toast.

My cheeks puffed up to the trouble of chewing while his eyes began to sparkle in the jail as he pushed the last piece into my full mouth.

I pinched her thigh, Dhika chuckled while extending her coffee. “Let's be up until night!”

I ran into the house to get water and approached again.

“Kalo Risha chokes on how hard breath? Do you want responsibility?” I said scolding him.

“Clearly want, Sha. Time enggak.” Mas Dhika grabbed my hand on the right waist while kissing her.

“What more do you want from me?” tanyanya seriously.

I shook my head, I had enough business last night to be horrified and embarrassed. I was afraid of disappointing Dhika mas with my words or my rejection of the physical unification that was still not so-so, but my mouth also had a hard time braking it so I was reluctant to hope..

“Let Risha cook every day, and I want you to also patiently face me this shy.”

Dhika nodded wisely. “Gue knows that, I try to give the best for both of our affairs. Just Sha, have we been married a week is it still a shame? The real dong, I'm patient already thin!”

I smile shyly. “Can't the light be on matiin aja? Keep not looking?”

“Alamak, how do I see the beauty of your body Risha if it has to be dark-eight!”

I'm sure Dhika was invaded by a prolonged feeling of mangkel and anxiety until he watched me closely with a hunting breath.

I sat beside him, under the warm morning sun I smiled.

“If you want to see, look at it, but I brushed. Don't want to see the gaze of the mas that definitely looks mupeng and ambitious.”

I chuckled while growling. I swear not just once twice he's joking like this. Often and I accept it.

Mas Dhika heated up my car engine while I started taking out my suitcases, bags and boxes containing some glassware that my mother prepared.

“Capek really Yes Allah.” I leaned my body on the car.

“I get you a drink, Sha.” said mas Dhika while closing the trunk.

I tiptoed from the body of the car while shaking. “No need, no need. I can do it myself.” I said in passing. I don't want to bother Dhika mas stuff as small as his attention. But when I went back to the courtyard and brought him some water he frowned and folded his hands together.

“Gue knows my legs are only one, just plis Sha, don't think of me as a dying man.” he said grimly.

I looked down and breathed. “Not that I mean mas, I just don't want to bother you. Make you tired. Don't think macem-macem.”

“Yes if it is easy to accept, Ris. I also want to give attention to you even though the effect is trivial and you can. But for me now..” Mas Dhika touched her hanging legs and was wrapped in dark blue jeans. “It means.” he said while lowering his head.

I've been invaded with wrong feelings, this is how the hell. The intention is attention you know me, the intention is good, but it is still considered not good.

I stretched out the drinking water. “Iya deh, Risha apologized, I also promise a trivial can dhika ribet own, a heavy-weight enggak.”

“That's pinter, so pick up your gallon, I pay. Fair right?”

I snorted in annoyance while nodding resignedly. Damn it, what kind of husband is asking a wife to lift a gallon. Dhika Wahyudin is less cool!!!

Mas Dhika chuckled as I turned and went inside the house to call the new mama sport in her room. Healthy gymnastics.

“Ma, want to pay.”

“Udah all? Want mama to help you?”

“Udah all, stay unplug.”

Mama took her instant hijab on the mattress while wearing it before leaving the room. He smiled in wonder looking at his smoking mantel casually.

“Pantes yes, Allah gave the ordeal to you, Dhik. You seem to enjoy it now.”

Mas Dhika exhaled her breath. “How else mama Rani, sad continue to be of no use. Mending enjoy like this, do not make mama same Risha thought.”

“Good dong mama likes you can enjoy. Good luck to your household.”

I got into the car after kissing my cheek followed by Dhika who received a message from my mother before getting into the car.