Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
Rese

“Udah, Sha. I was embarrassed to see a lot of customers. Ntar on the same kasian I have a whiny wife and not understanding kayak you.”

“Liar, just in tau kalo mas Dhika nyebelin, mas Dhika does not love Risha. I just want a motorbike but I don't want the feeling of Risha!”

“Elu guess I mechanical feeling!” Mas Dhika took the tip of my hood while rubbing it quickly on my face. Automatic the smell of oil and grease attached to his fingers spread across my face. I'm nauseous.

“Udah cry of pregnant women, already. I was angry, I was ordinary. If you cry gini... Risha, the feeling is fucked up. Cup... Cup... Cup... Yes Risha dear, dhika work first yes, look for capital to Cannes. Seriously!” Mas Dhika nodded her head, coaxing me with her soft words while caressing my cheek with her finger. My stomach's tightening.

“The savings we have made capital, you are patient, I promise to accelerate the business of the workshop. Isn't that boss?” ask Dhika mas while looking at the mechanic who was dismantling the motorbike engine.

I who was not strong with the smell of oil and fat that was very pungent in my nose bulged while puffing both cheeks.

“Sha, plis, don't spoiled gini dong.” exclaim mas Dhika while following me.

Under the waves of asbestos that became the shade where the cars were about to be serviced, I bowed while removing my entrails on the ground.

“Oalah want to vomit, I think you are angry.” said mas Dhika while patting my back.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I turned around. My chest is filled with anger.

“Mas yes, already know smelly hand wear for elus-elus cheek all. View...” I pointed at my smudged face. “This is how you persuade me? Make Risha's face ugly and then spotty?”

“Reflek woo you, Sha. Not gini I mean.” said mas Dhika with an amused expression that was held-back. But really, there's a factor of intent...

I walked into the house, into the room. On the edge of the bed I pursed my lips. Mas Dhika caught up with me five minutes later, long time!

“Gue wash your hands first yes, be patient, do not cry, feet are still difficult to be nimble. Patience.” said mas Dhika with worry while entering the bathroom with long steps and trying to rush.

The distinctive aroma of the soap came up and sniffed in my nose. Geez, dhika used to be a man who was fragrant and fresh. Now he's completely metamorphosed into a more existent person and I'm sure this change cannot be reversed. He is unlikely to be the new poor man, his career can be dim and his charm can be ruined.

”I clean your face here, sweet boy. Don't sulk, I work a lot outside. Kasian the people who are waiting for your husband.” said mas Dhika while putting a plastic chair in front of me. His outstretched hand picked up the cotton and micellar on my messy work desk. I was still working online as a sales marketing officer at the bag company yesterday.

Mas Dhika cleansed my face with both eyes to make sure well every fat scratch on my face is gone until my face feels hot in the rubbing continues because it is difficult to disappear.

“Bentar, Sha. I love dish soap little!”

“No need!” I cried while holding his wrist, preventing him from standing up. “Udah got fat, want to clean with sanlet, mas want to make Risha ugly?”

“No, Sha. No.” Mas Dhika bobbing head.

“Keep what try, not really continue from earlier?” I said while defying his gaze.

“Gue just want to make your face clean kok.”

Mas Dhika smiled a strange smile as she closed her eyes. She faintly kissed both my cheeks, my forehead, my nose and my lips quickly and grimaced widely.

“Udah right, it's not wrong anymore my dong, Sha? I went to the workshop yes.” His permission with a whiny face.

“No can, dhika mending shower first aja.”

“Mandi where are you going?”

I quickly closed the door and locked it.

“Both mas Dhika can not go out of the room, mas here is the same Risha bentar aja. Nemenin I'm bobook.”

Mas Dhika widened her eyes while patting her own cheeks.

“Nemenin powder? I have never heard these words before. Feels like durian crucifixion collapsed but does not hurt, but it feels like I want to faint. You why the hell?”

“People go to Temenin Risha! If until mas try to get out, mas tau consequently.” said fiercely while racking his waist.

“What's the penalty?” ask him without getting caught up with my threat. Am I less fierce? Less convincing? I approached him with a frown and spread my hands.

“Let Risha cry again you know mas, Risha kangen tau same mas Dhika.” My hand cupped his jaw and raised it.

Mas Dhika blinked and then held my waist with both hands. “OK, calm down, do not be aggressive like this. Mas temenin bobok yuk-yuk-yuk, let it work fast.” he said with a sound up and down.

I told her to take a quick shower while waiting for her in bed, once well established in bed, fragrant, and fresh I hugged her with a sweet smile.

“Key I've hidden.” I said honestly.

Mas Dhika nodded her head while patting my butt like a father who was trying to put his daughter to sleep during the day.

“Gue also misses you, but you're serem in this.”

“Serem why?” I asked while stroking his cheek.

“Elu make me deg-degan, you like thatin I wear in the lock of all rooms. I didn't run away.” he said slowly.

“Risha do not believe, it is anyway mas nurut aja. It's delicious kok.” I said while holding it. Mas Dhika snorted while pinching my ass.

“Good to be pregnant again, if not! I tied it to your tree, I glared at it every minute while fiddling with a motorbike! Rese very craved, fortunately love dies!”

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