Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
New step

Mas Dhika admires his fake legs that have just been installed by a physical and rehabilitation specialist and expert fake limb maker ‘prostesis’ after passing various health procedures that make him deg-degan if you have to buy time again.

He smiled with sparkling eyes while looking at us who saw him with a happy heart. Love this suffering and the pain of the heart that was told when passing through the trials of yesterday seems still remembered until now.

“Finally got my two legs, Doc. I was hoping from yesterday.” he said while stroking his fake legs with pleasure. “No longer difficult to walk alone Doc, kasian biniku to not want to work because of kasian with me.” he said to make me trainyuh.

I wanted to brag and mock him and then advise him at length but I named this in the name of practicality. I'm not too sensitive about ordinary things.

“Must be more grateful this, do not race without wife's permission or lie again.” The doctor sp KFR patted Dhika on the shoulder, bracing his patients.

“Your name is slalu in her prayer, so be careful, she complains to her God. And what comes from the sky is hard to predict.”

Mas Dhika nodded then looked at me, “Honourable sacrifice. Thanks, Sha.” he said then smiled sweetly, exceeding crazy two kilos.

“Well, if you already have a great love. Try now we practice walking. Risha ma'am can stand there, in her husband's motivation to get used to it.”

With a somewhat amused attitude I moved to the end of two road support bars in a road therapy class.

Mas Dhika tried to get up slowly from his wheelchair, the two exhaled with both hands gripping the iron bars.

“As usual therapy, but dhika mas can now release his hands slowly.”

Mas Dhika raised both hands and tried to find balance by moving his legs wearing prosthetic legs.

“Woah..” He exclaimed and then tried to walk slowly with his arms stretching sideways towards me.

I clapped my hands, exclaimed with joy and he grew more and more ambitious to walk towards me.

“Sha... Risha.”

Mas Dhika was wide-eyed as she hugged me, the success she did made me grin in shame.

“Kayak boy teach my way, Sha.” he said while pulling his hug. “Gue shy anjir, but I'm happy. About already can drive the car again no, doc?” he said after trying to turn around and walk towards his doctor.

I crossed my hands while shaking my head. Don't doc, don't. He must be reckless again! I said warning with body language until the doctor grinned widely.

“However, Doc. When can I drive again?” tanyanya.

“Pelan-pelan mas, familiarize first with his new legs, later if it is good, including deep wounds and nerves stable, I give permission wes. But the same permission of his wife first, may not.”

I was still acting worried but not showing any signs of rejection.

“Kalo doctor already yes, Risha also yes. But now, mending did not first mas.” I grin.

Mas Dhika closed her lips and nodded. “OK, I agree. I also promise not to mention.”

Haah, preet... Don't believe me, people every day he tells me to keep speeding so exciting and teach me good and safe ways to drive. Where could he promise and keep, but in my heart I wonder how far this man dared to take action and be patient the street ruler he loved.

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“So to home Dipta, mas?” I asked after saying goodbye to the doctor and leaving the hospital.

Mas Dhika who just ate the lizard we bought in front of the hospital nodded with a bamboo skewer in her mouth. He chewed some.

“Still a new business discussion, keep him if he wins the race. Fifty percent of his money will be invested into our business.”

“Continue starting when do I find the location of the workshop? Supplier first, want Risha to transfer to subscription workshop?”

“Now, Sha. Not good me, used to come often, now a rival.” Mas Dhika bobbing head.

“Iya-iya Bu manager. By the way, what are you doing after you quit, Sha? So housewife?” ask Dhika while poking my arm.

I hissed while turning the car's steering wheel to the left. “By also be a housewife mas, but ntar first deh. New instep direct test drive. What about sprains? What cramp? Kasian, besides me if on the fishing rod like Cikuray mountain, ferocious!”

Mas Dhika nodded while nodding her head. “We can postpone the child first while making a new business, but the test drive may be later tonight. At home Dipta can also.” He grins.

I pursed my lips while pulling the handbrake. The security guard is opening a way for us to enter this house.

“Risha again period, but I promise after it's done let's get us closer.”

“That's dong, I'll be the work spirit.” Mas Dhika took care of my chin while removing her seat belt.

I turned around, took the crutches and gave it up.

“You sure you can do it yourself? Wait bentar.” I said as dhika hesitated to stand up.

“New legs, new spirit. Really, can follow to your Sentul circuit.” exclaimed Dipta from the direction of the garage door.

Mas Dhika commented a smile. It should now be busy training, busy car service and prepare all the mental preparations for the race later. But the will has turned its course. The maneuver is like a maneuver that occurs during the race, dramatic and tense.

“Kalo Risha wants me to come.”

“Where, Sha? Come along, support me.” Dipta nimbrung while looking at me.

“Transport free anyway okay-okay aja.” I said while indifferent. “Need support right you?”

Created to spit out a laugh for a while. “Depart tomorrow morning if you want free, train plane?”

“Romantis by train!” sahut mas Dhika's.

“Siap.” Created assies. “Sign up, I just bought chicken noodles.”

We followed him into the house. Mas Dhika stroked his red car parked in the garage adjacent to the Dipta race car in metallic blue.

“Elo want to use which car tomorrow?”

Dipta clucked and observed both his race cars.

“Use your car, my car has not had full service.”

I observed the face of mas Dhika who immediately turned wry.

“Neither use your own car, Dip? Ntar his fans thought strange again.”

“It is precisely this to release the longing for Dhika's big fans because they cannot go down to the field.”

I stroked Dhika's back. “Ikhlasin mas, later in Jakarta all looking for racing info for difabel.”

Mas Dhika had blinked for a while because his eyes were glazed.

“Kalo you want to use the red one can also, I have no right to be with him.”

Dipta patted the shoulders of mas Dhika. “I promise I will bring this car as a champion. Don't be sad ah, cus eat!”

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