Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
Is that true for mothers?
Mas Dhika closed his workshop and automotive kiosk faster than usual days. He wanted to quickly take me to the hospital to check on the prospective F1 generation drivers who developed in my womb. He wants the plan to go according to plan, mas Dhika wants to know what kind of baby is in my womb at this time.
Bandung, five months after we left home and sold assets. With a smile on her lips, Dhika washes her dirty hands with oil and grease with makeup soap under the flow of tap water. His routine as a repair shop specialized car and motorcycle racing into his activities in the city of Paris Van Java. His spirit grew and his sense of disappointment continued to recover.
In this town. We love the cool air of Dago, love the atmosphere of the city of flowers and its diverse culinary. But what we liked the most was that we were far from the Dipta radar. We started a new life here with all the new ones even though we had time to move around to find a suitable location for nearby homes and businesses.
“You girl what guy can all be a racer as long as he wants to continue his papa ideals.” said mas Dhika while rubbing my stomach. Though I know, he used my shirt to wipe his wet hands.
I snorted while rubbing my stomach.
“Terupon his son also mas want to be what, the important reason is good, ethical, religious, sweet, jolly, fierce can be reasonable and avoid psychopathic friends.”
“Cie remember Created! Don't keep thinking about him, my son looks like him. Geger serumah.” seloroh mas Dhika while draping a sling rope to the neck. His style is different, his stomach stretched, eating a lot, his snoring is getting faster, has rarely used facial treatments. Real Dhika mas like a repairman in general, very fathers. I was worried that he was getting stretched his fake legs were not strong enough to withstand the burden. While I was like this, join the clerk of the cashier's workshop and make it up. The cook, the grumble-man, the bone receives the greatest salary from the dhika mas. Haha. but the tip is to eat him too. Haha...
”But honestly I was curious about Dipta mas, where is he? Om Bramantyo does not give a report?” askaku after we entered the open tub car as a transportation-transport merchandise workshop.
“Yes if she's alive maybe she's where she wants to be.”
“My heart?” selorohku idle.
Mas Dhika shook his head while pressing the car horn. He can already drive, Alhamdulillah, but inherently he wants to keep fighting.
“Don't say no, Sha. You're pregnant again, don't make my child come to mind Dipta! It's good.”
“You can tell me so much about sewot.”
Mas Dhika overtakes the mini bus in front of him in a spontaneous and fast movement.
“Friday.” gumamku.
“Gue also thought of Dipta, but the more we think he will later get radar intuition of our longing. I'm sorry, let him live in another country but if it's the same way he died how, Sha?”
“Kok mas Dhika can think like that? Don't be, lest he's dead and wandering and make us think now! Mas.” I grabbed her shirt, scared.
“Amit-amit baby jabang, Sha. No, may he still be alive, healthy, sane and happy.” Dhika prayers sounded hurried and worried.
I smiled and guaranteed it. Wherever Dipta is now I wish he was sane and healthy, that is enough to make him able to find happiness.
Upon arrival at the hospital, such as the procedure in effect we register and queue. Some of the people who passed us often stared at Dhika's false paw, but my husband had memorized it with such a gaze and understood it with a smile.
“If it's perfect from the way to love me maybe I want ya mas, but boro-boro there is a guy who is more perfect than you who became Risha's friend. Questions why often ngaco!” my grunts while taking white water in the bag.
“Until now I still feel I am not good for you, often ngerepotin you, where you work hard again.”
“That's doang? Effort dong mas.”
Mas Dhika pursed her lips. “Udah effort, but gini-gini aja. Workshop sometimes rame sometimes quiet, you sometimes complain tired. What if I open a vacancy to guard the cashier? That math-savvy girl, accounting, and machine-savvy?"
I who wear mountain sandals step on the foot of Dhika mas who only use flip-flops until her smile turns into a wry smile.
”No reason to find a new employee. Reasons to see another girl. Lagian Risha still able to work together mas, I actually like income and expenditure clearly in the eyes of prospective mothers like me!” I said fiery.
“Iya not so, anyways I find a female employee for entertainment at the store, nemenin you.”
“Not necessary! Don't need!” my words seraya melengos.
“Iya... Da... Don't be angry baby, dhika mas only proposed to lighten your load.”
“By the way Dhika's eyes need enlightenment. All those years that only Risha doang saw, now want to find a problem.”
Mas Dhika grimaced. “Hormones of pregnant women, Sus. Sorry yes heboh.” His alibi when the nurse asked what was wrong with us.
I sat down and the nurse in the purple uniform was gone. But the queue that had been running since then made us immediately enter the obgyn room afterwards.
“It can already be in USG right, Doc?” tanya mas Dhika, the spirit he stood beside me who collapsed on the patient bed.
“So dad, be patient. We find the location of the adek whose father is a former racer.” said Bu obstetrician while moving the ultrasound device in my stomach.
“Wah... Whoa... Whoa... If after I look around anyway this is good so Miss doctor or racer can also father if you allow.”
“Yes, yes, yes..my son cool girl, anti mainstream girl pokonya mah. Is it true Doctor?”
“Betul father, congratulations. You will be a great father and a cool husband!”
“Kalo that's for sure, Doc.” Mas Dhika prides herself while I lemes, has a daughter who will surely be in love with Dhika, spoiled completely at heart and replaced my position. Ouch... Pimply. This cannot be allowed, mas Dhika needs to be served every day so that the oil is smooth and the spirit of living life. Is that true for mothers?
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