Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
Coffee and Stories

Located in a modern classic coffee shop that makes a variety of types of vehicles both from the traditional level to the international category—becak, bicycle, bicycle, various types of unique motors up to Volkswagen and Harley Davidson cars such as—aku and Dipta sitting in a room without cigarette smoke.

Other small ornaments with classic Javanese themes such as Pandawa Lima puppet which became the background stage entertainment and other eccentric decorations add to the aesthetic impression of the coffee shop located in the center of this city. But the most exciting for me is ‘kiso’ container chicken carrier to no surprise coffee shop that has a fairly spacious building with a lot of aesthetic spaces make this place much in the interest of many people.

“No drinking your coffee, Sha?” ask Dipta after a while our order comes.

I stared at the caramel coffee cream that looked good in seruput, and, it feels sure as usual but in a favorite place mas Dhika who often admire every motor vehicle in this place then suppose someday will have one of the rows of Harley Davidson motorcycles that will be on display there's no whereabouts enough to make me think. Thinking about what he is now? Must be upset, hungry, confused, sleepy and pegel-pegels just like me.

“Thinking Dhika?”

I shook off Dipta's hand as she touched my shoulder.

”Don't touch me!” I said grimly while looking at him fiercely. “You yes! Not muhrim!” I said while accusing him of being cynical.

Dipta laughed as she folded her hands in front of her chest.

“How was your first night with Dhika, Sha. Must have battered him.”

As old friends, me, mas Dhika and Dipta often hang out together. There has never been a big problem from SMA until this second. The secrets stored between these friendships have also been commonly divided naturally like sharing cheats when the test comes.

“He's battered from the inside, so look at him for you, Dip. Take a look at the cake automotive exhibition, to the workshop usually let his mind move from the foot or daft.” I secured my sitting position while looking at him seriously.

“Mas Dhika wants to open a workshop and automotive business, you help him gih. Kasian thinks to himself.”

Dipta took his coffee in the form of americano latte from a wooden table while sipping it slowly.

“No way Sha I suddenly asked for help, he hasn't told me. Fear of underestimating his intellect. In part yes since his leg was lost he has rarely said hello in the community group.” explained Dipta while yawning.

I snorted, that's right Dhika mas, even though he was engrossed in being a friend and whatever he took yesterday, about intellectual and charismatic in developing desires he was difficult to accept input. His head is so high. But it turns out not only at home, it also affects his friendships. Some were sure to leave, some were hesitant again and began to underestimate him. Only the Creator would have been good friends with him.

“Try home, look at him, Dip. Changed yesterday have often been to the hospital now saggy again!”

“I give you time to make uwu-uwu... No way dong yesterday-yesterday I look at you guys, disturb ntar. Wrong again.” Dipta yelps and then took my caramel coffee cream.

“Drink, selenine. Keep going home, again clean up the new house right? I help you, again this idle.”

“For the helpers here, I accept.” I said as I smiled and received my coffee.

Dipta. “Don't, I'm more worried that your house has a foreign maid. Mending bring people from your home what Dhika.”

“No way, we only have one maid.”

“Yes yes, accept it first. Now use free energy from me.”

“OK we go home.”

I sipped my caramel coffee cream until it ran out and suddenly my stomach felt full.

In the parking lot, Dipta lighted a cigarette he had just taken from a cigarette box.

“You first, Sha. I ngekor.”

I pushed the gate and told Dipta to get in first instead of my car parked on the shoulder of the road.

“Wait a moment!”

I put my car in before opening the door. Mas Dhika is still on the sofa, sleeping with his club face that looks damp.

I stroked her cheeks while Dipta waited in the doorway while she lay face-to-face.

“Building mas, in samperin Dipta tuh.”

“Do not bother, Sha. Let rest.” said Dipta indifferent.

Seeing how tired and disheveled Dhika's face looks like she really needs a break.

“Case, Dip. I got off my stuff first from the new car can copy you again.”

“I help you all here to quickly run.”

As a result we both did indeed cut royong, Dipta dropped a 25kg bag of rice and a gallon, I dropped the non-heavy one.

I looked at the Creata who was sincerely helping us but a little bit of my heart was pinned to something that felt painful.

It should be Dhika mas who brought it, he must be very keen to enjoy the things he dreamed of before becoming real fathers.

We put it in a new kitchen there is a doang refrigerator, no stove, let alone cooking utensils. Unfortunately, this household activity does not seem to be over, I need to give cooking utensils and eat where the Dhika gold coins in the debit card is only two million left.

I sighed while taking out the bottled drinks and snacks.

“Drink this first, Dip. All I want to go out again, send me Dhika mas ya.”

Created pull the canned beverage cover firmly. “Byah, want to find furniture for sure?” the one I answered with a nod of my head.

“Tomorrow I've worked, today should be in order at least kitchen affairs.”

“Spirit yes.” Dipta smiled warmly while playing her eyebrows.

I snorted while throwing him a pakcoy which then hit his chest.

“Kalo intention help nih vegetables in the refrigerator, others are also set on the top shelf. Can not?”

“Bisalah, you are calm. Buy let's get tired.”

I looked at him seriously while waving my hand. I will take advantage of good people like him by taking advantage of him now.

On the sofa, I approached Dhika mas to caress her hair and cheeks.

“I go again mas, there is a forgetfulness.” saying goodbye, and on a whim I kissed the back of his hand before I realized his lips were smiling.