Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
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In the evening I exhaled and took the side of the blanket and pulled out a pillow to cover my head. I did not fall asleep immediately, maybe the work that piled up and ate heavily with my friends after work made me lazy to enjoy a dream that melenakan.

In the dark, while listening to Dhika's snoring I thought of everything I had experienced earlier. Work and think of Dhika. The muscles in my head were tense and I found it hard to socialize well. Communication is so difficult to understand because I just want to comment on the behavior of people.

“But it seems that if you immediately resign can not deh, I have to push up Julia first in order to replace me.” I cleared my throat, with the determination I had rounded up, I thought I could also resign. Tired of work, so assistant mas Dhika seems better.

I nodded then removed the pillow from my face, slowly I clenched Dhika mas quietly so as not to disturb her snoring.

“I hope you agree mas.” I exhale. “Sleep is the duty of every human being, so sleep I muttered a crazy spell while hinting my head at the nape of his neck.

“Risha, babe.” I felt my cheeks on the claps of the poor man in a half-conscious deep.

“Sha, baby, wake up at noon. What is going to work?” he said gently while removing my scattered hair on my face.

“I work mas.” I said hoarsely. “But mas is sleepy.”

“Tumben, what time did you sleep last night?”

“Evening tahajud, continue to fantasize, continue to dream of ease.”

Mas Dhika laughed, her mouth giving off a refreshing menthol scent. “Have a shower?”

“Already. Have made breakfast for us too.” he said proudly.

I smiled at him and worried. What time did he shower and cook?

I blinked my eyes and the view was now very charming. Mas Dhika smiled with both hands steadily pulling up amidst the lighting The sunlight swept gently over the surface of the curtain.

“What time is mas?” I asked while rubbing my face.

“Half eight!”

Whaaat!

I put away the blanket quickly and got out of bed without any caution, but how good was this myself when my right leg cramped suddenly.

“Sick mas.” I said while falling into bed with my right leg strained and then I lifted up.

“Yes, so fantasize remember time.” Mas Dhika moved from the top of the bed slowly to pick up a box of skin care in the closet drawer.

“Say for massages, Sha. God knows I want to hold you.”

Mas Dhika rolled my blue dongker pants.

“This time get ration.” murmured while rubbing my feet with eucalyptus oil.

“Tomorrow if the stressor of Risha has reduced. Try slowly yes.” I said softly.

Mas Dhika frowned. “What is your stressor? I again? I keep?”

“Craftsmanship.” I put on a smile. “A week again Risha want to resign, support me not?”

Mas Dhika's hand stopped on my knee, her gaze was quite visible containing excessive wonder until overcast swept her face.

“Sports me again?” said grimly.

“My thoughts are with my own heart. I'm dizzy thinking you're working together. As soon as I resign, continue to help your efforts. I'm calm, I'm relaxed.” I said without burden.

The look on Dhika's face immediately changed dramatically, her eyes were glazed, her lower lips were shaking as if she was about to cry.

“Bogged!” meaning while hugging me, dhika cried as much as she could. We were caught in a long silence, my heart pounding. It's too long, I'm late for work!

I slowly pushed Dhika's shoulder. He strengthens himself and “I take a shower first mas. You wait in the kitchen.” I said while wiping away her tears.

“It's not wrong of you to choose me from a flirtatious umbrella girl like you?”

Mas Dhika exhaled while she smiled a bitter smile. “She was just engrossed in hanging out, anyways we were at that time break dating again!”

“Halah.” I got up and stood up nonchalantly while brushing a towel on a bamboo wooden fork that had many branches and became the berthing of hats, belts, towels, Dhika gold trousers, etc, hoods and small bags.

“Assyik invited to hang out he said, stale answer you.” I glared with firm steps to the floor, irritated. I still hate the umbrella girl who caught Dhika's attention when she first started racing when I didn't agree to her being a racer. But after that I knew, dhika mas only used an umbrella girl who had curly blonde hair, a wacky body to pump my heart back to her and I came back. Basics, hearts!

Finished showering and packing without putting on makeup I came out of the room to catch up with mas Dhika in the kitchen.

I stared at his homemade breakfast in the form of fried rice with a side dish of eggs.

I squeezed his hand which was hanging beside his body.

“Nak nih approximately?”

Mas Dhika commented on the smile of the cat, the smile that contained danger.

“Cobain dong, my business earlier.” the door while extending a spoon.

I cleared my throat, the big pressure in this house is to try the husband's cooking which is just good at drifting and racing without ever getting into the kitchen. I prayed a lot before eating it and choked. Fried rice gushed from my mouth to make mas Dhika laugh.

“You are happy to make Risha high blood mas. New cobain.” I fed him his own homemade fried rice which is salty and spicy.

Mas Dhika coughed and hoak-hoek in the sink later.

“Racaine! It's delicious, steady. Make another good one mas.” I kissed her cheek as she walked away. I'll meet Ms. Kartina for this meeting of my needs, and upon arrival at the official store office. Bu Kartina's room looked more gripping than usual. No more nurturing, maternal and wise elements. Bu Kartina is completely a boss-shirted monster.

Kartina folded both her hands. “Mothers suspect!”

“Suspiciousness mom on target! Risha pierced by mother's gaze.” I said while holding the chest.

Bu Kartina turned to hold the edge of her desk messy by the papers related to the latest output bag design.

“See whose idea is this?”

“I!”

“So who will want to explain how the idea of the new bags created? Sha, don't resign.”

“Mas Dhika needs me, Mom. He's a messian, like a little baby needs attention.” I said half spoiled.

Bu Kartina clucked in annoyance, but the look in her eyes gave an understanding gesture.

“Gini aja, I agree you started to teach Julia, but you still can not resign!”

“Loh... How come Bu?” I said ngegas.

Miss Kartina raise her hand. “You work part-time at home!”

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