Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
More savory

“The construction of this house cannot be separated from the sweat spill of the building porters.” said mas Dhika while sitting on the hood to stare at our minimalist house that has not been neat on the front. There are still many piles of sand, temple stones and garden stones on the left side of the park.

“They dig, install, repair, repaint and beautify this house as we want, Risha.”

He talked about spilling sweat from building porters while his wife let him be an impromptu lecturer.

I lowered my suitcase down to earth and ruffled my waist in front of him, preventing Dhika from admiring our army green painted house. I am powerless when deciding the color of the house, the shape and the ingredients that support its beauty. Mas Dhika dominates everything and only needs my money to support the construction of this house and give freely only in the kitchen.

Imagine Risha who is not good at cooking is even given the freedom to decorate the kitchen? Put on gas I'm scared!

Mas Dhika smiled as she stuck out her hand. “Warning is also my dear, here-here.”

I leaned in while twisting my eyeballs as Dhika took the tip of my hood and used it to wipe the sweat off my forehead.

“Where else is wet dear?” tanyanya sweet.

I widened my armpits while pointing towards him closer. “Nih wet, would you like to also use my hood?”

“Wah.” Mata mas Dhika sparkled happily. “By here can, open first dong cover.” he said seduce.

I hid my armpits as I turned around, lifted the suitcase and handed the handle to her hand.

“Mas help me bring a suitcase into your dream home.” I said fiercely while grabbing another suitcase and backpack.

“Ayo.”.

Mas Dhika looked at my suitcase and then at her feet, she smiled trivially as she grabbed her walking stick.

“I can definitely Risha, I can definitely!” Mas Dhika exclaimed. I glanced at him at a glance, he seemed to have difficulty walking up to once twice had to stop even though the distance between his car and the terrace of the house was only four meters.

“Can't? Want Risha please?” ask me while pushing the house key into the keyhole.

Dhika smiled, she shook her head. “I again try to help you not jutek really.” he said softly.

“Oke.” I pushed one door down and lowered the other door button on my tiptoes before hearing Dhika's cry.

In a rather hurry I approached him, my arm grabbed the shoulder of the dhika mas while pulling his prone body on the terrace floor.

“Stay calm, don't cry, don't be sad, falling is common. We rise again.” I said to calm the panicked-looking Dhika mas with a heart that must have been severe.

”Something hurts?” ask me while helping her sit in the living room chair.

Mas Dhika looked down while crying suddenly like most men. Noiseless but poignant looks all over his face.

“Risha pain, abrasions. My feet hurt so much.” he said as much as he pleased.

I closed my eyes while breathing. Wants to put up the body, but this kind of turn is a hassle too. Dhika Mas, Dhika.

“Maafin Risha yes.” I said slowly while grabbing his elbow, in fact blisters until his skin peels off with thick fresh blood seeping out.

“What does his leg need in mas control?” I said with concern as she wiped her tears with the end of my veil.

Mas Dhika grunts. “Before your sweat Risha, stink!”

“Gak papa mas, sweat mixed tears so it was more savory.” as well I made him laugh.

Mas Dhika saw his elbow whose blood began to flow from the elbow to the arm forming a line that was getting longer and thinner.

His eyes closed as if he was living the things he was going through. I touched her cheek, her heart must be breaking.

“My feet are fine, Ris. No need for control, tomorrow is on schedule. But maybe I need pain medication.” I said while smiling with eyes slowly opening.

“OK, I entered the goods into first I continue to treat the wound.” I touched her cheeks again with a smile. Mas Dhika looked gray as she looked at me earnestly.

In the courtyard of the house I sighed while transporting my belongings.

Need a maid like that, but Dhika's mas hasn't worked. O God, strengthen my feet and this heart. I do not ask much, O God, quite healthy, calm, full stomach and the flame of this spirit is not extinguished. Looking for a beautiful color.

I smile while opening the first aid kid box that I have to take with me anywhere now.

“This time Risha looking for food the same needs kitchen mas, mas at home aja ya.” I said while cleaning his blood with cotton and alcohol. “Mas kas aja aja aja according to our agreement earlier.” added fad while staring at mas Dhika who holds pain.

“Mas has money right?”

“You go to the pharmacy, Ris. Buy a tension reliever.” said mas Dhika while holding out his wallet which was taken from his pants pocket.

I flicked my lips while putting on sterile gauze and hansaplast while kissing the wound on the elbow.

“Capacitly healed yes.”

”It seems right I can't live without you, Ris. Thanks for this attention.” He grabbed my shoulder while kissing my cheek gently.

I smiled a smile and got up from the sofa.

“Do not go anywhere, the room is not ready. If you sleep here. Don't smoke at home. Watch out.” I said fiercely reminding while giving him provisions from the house earlier.

Dhika nyengir. “You're a good fit to be a chatty mom, Sha. Crazy, nothing has been able to warn a lot.”

“Biarin.” I stick my tongue out while waving my hand. It's nothing, I'm afraid that if he gets weird and falls again, there's more and more wounds on his body and heart. Kasian right?

Under the warmth of the daytime sun, I took my trip to the gas station.

“Full mas.” I said to a gas station employee.

I waited for the gas station while looking around and smiled as the red sedan in Dipta's drive stopped behind the store's pick up car.

“Sha, same Dhika gak?” ask after approaching me.

“At home he, out of falling again.”

“Certain how it is now?”

I told him about his situation in a hurry and then received a change from the gas station employee. “Introduction, Dip. My gasoline is full.” I said while circling the hood.

Dipta. “Ikut, Sha.” he said as I got into the car.

I stared at the rearview car, actually Dipta followed me. He overtook several barrier vehicles before trailing right behind my car. It used to be like that Dhika, following me when I didn't want to be picked up or was marching.

Arriving at the shopping center, we entered together and Dipta grinned as I brought a large shopping trolley and then headed to a cooling storefront lined with vegetables, raw side dishes and fruits.

“Udah different nih jajanmu, Sha.” said behind me.

“Take.”

“You want me to help?”

“Bby, I happen to be tired.”

“Why? About Dhika?”

I smiled faintly and Dipta suggested to have a coffee first before going home.

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