Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
Hua... Mas Dhika wicked.

I scooped up the meatballs and chewed them while Dhika was chatting about racing with this village boy who likes wild tracks in front of the night workshop. The existence of the famous Dhika mas as a motorbike mechanic and a capable disabled racing car makes me anxious. Introduction makes privacy and flying hours more busy and high. I'm worried if later the old people in the racing world find it again and the tempest happens again. The existence of Creata quietly still haunts us.

“So the story of the motor in the workshop want you to use for the race? When?” ask me Dhika. I put my ears together well with my eyes narrowed.

“Don't speak Sundanese, I don't know what it means.” sergeah mas Dhika when Asep opens his mouth.

Asep's name is grimacing. “Iya kang on Sentul circuit. About the motor is jos not yet this? Then what could Dhika be a mechanical team tomorrow?”

In my heart I shook strongly. Can not be allowed, do not get to the Sentul circuit even though from here closer than Jogja first!

Mas Dhika nodded her head as if considering something in herself. ”Leave a final check of the vehicle, change the tire..” Mas Dhika turned to me as I bit the meatballs.

“May I be Asep's personal mechanic team, Sha?” tanyanya gently.

“Asep dare to pay how much?”

Asep continued to cry and then shook his head. “Not yet, Tea. But if you win the bonus this workshop becomes famous. Many customers.”

“Aduh, Asep. We ran here for fear of fame, fear ads the person who is sirik and envious. We are afraid of why again. But if you can help me. Whatever you want!”

“Search for good, Tea. Try first just in case because this bike is full repair here.” said Asep politely.

I'm nodding. Dhika smiled a relieved smile. “Still, Sha. Who knows, from the workshop I actually gave birth to good racers of the nation. I only agree Sep, the workshop can be famous but I don't.”

“Agreed, later Asep can set but pray I win tea fairly later can give money services to mas Dhika.”

Dhika and I laughed with eyes, my jokes were serious. Would everyone's intentions assume any form of opportunity and reciprocity would be a stepping stone?

“No need, Sep. I'm just fine-tuned, just what is said Risha really, I like a workshop gini-gini aja, more calm and relaxed, but if there is a large sustenance mah comeo aja, aja, there must be another way to get around.”

Asep chuckled while nodding his head. They both went to the workshop, Dhika explained about the main components of his racing machine to the smallest part, the tire cap. A week later, Dhika joined Asep's team which turned out to be quite famous as a driver from Bandung on the Sentul circuit by wearing a mask and a black hat. We sat in the waiting room of the mechanics, hoping for anxiety.

“Car racing same motor racing is clearly different mas. There will be no old people here except circuit employees.” I said as I touched his legs that continued to move restlessly. ”Not to worry.”

Quibble.

I used my long-distance binoculars to focus my attention on Asep, the young man who came to the workshop every day, eating, taking a bath, and taking a bath, sometimes hitchhiking to just wonder about the lunge of the Dhika mas who hung the steering faster. Maybe some science he got from it, though, maybe Asep is a mental champion in order to prove that he is able to dismiss the notion that what he likes is not just a matter of speed and in one eye.

“Lap end, mas. Weh-weh, number two.” as I enthusiastically. The game is getting more agile and fierce, Asep looks cautious when looking for a gap to overtake his rivals. Mas Dhika standing, “Ayo, Sep. Speed, Sep. Make me proud. Make my ideals you realize!” mas Dhika said expectantly.

Asep jiggled his bike when winding and when the bike was stable with confident courage, he kicked his bike while overtaking his rival.

The finish line flag fluttered after Asep passed it. Mas Dhika exclaimed with excitement and hugged me.

“There's my service on that bike, there's me in his win. I'm very happy, Sha. I won without a fight.”

I stroked my stomach, hopefully safe in there, may the sweet child in my stomach when I grow up will not refuse if his father slalu invite him to see the race. May my son understand his father's smell of oil and fat scum, but even more crazy his father is very optimistic and ambitious and will be slow to love his son with annoyed anxiety like loving me.

Fifteen minutes later, we watched Asep take the podium. He told of his success there was a mixture of hands of someone who had long been waiting for the podium to be his best day on the Sentul circuit. Asep did not mention the name of Dhika mas, but his subscription workshop Asep mentioned as a form of gratitude. Be the next days mas Dhika disguised as an ordinary motorcycle mechanic, kuel and do not have the charm of a champion overwhelmed with the arrival of young men who want to modify the motor and my pregnancy getting bigger, fussy again. I miss the Dhika mas as if I have been in a long stay away by him even though the Dhika mas only linger in the workshop.

“Just next week we honeymoon to Cannes, Mas!” I said with a sulking tone.

Mas Dhika who fiddled with the throttling machine. “I try a dozen more motors finished, Sha!”

“A dozen?” i'm amazed.

Mas Dhika rubbed her cheek with her upper arm. “Yes, be patient.”

I pursed my lips while shaking. “A dozen motors when it's finished, Risha's pregnancy big hunt mas. Risha crying nih.”

“Mau cry yes cry, Sha. Can kok.”

“Hua... Mas Dhika wicked... Mas Dhika does not love Risha anymore, Mas Dhika is more important the same workshop and a dozen motors.” seruku then cry in the midst of crowded workshop visitors and mechanics.

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