Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
My girl's angry

With a variety of emotions raging in the chest. I'm sure Dhika mas even I myself can't make the right decision in this short time.

Urges from wedding vendors who help us run our wedding repeatedly sent messages asking for the final decision of our dream wedding.

I drove the car anxiously, with my knees not stopping immediately shaking I prevented myself from screaming.

The bad news that befell us seems to have come out of the private domain of our family and spread to all directions like the 19th covid virus that had stretched our distance, you, and all living things.

“Well what is not this. Why I became emotional gini anyway.”

I contacted the housekeeper at the crossroads to find her souvernir and various sessions online in case your marriage continues.

The green light is on. The car I was driving stood in line at the hospital parking counter. Looks in front of me like a Aunt Dewita's car. Metallic green sedan that did not escape the modification of his son.

I smiled as I received a parking ticket and followed the sedan looking for a quiet parking lot.

Aunt Deswita got out of the car, her gaze catching the arrival of my car. He waited while leaning on the body of the car. His smile broke and through the wave of his hand he asked me to come together inside.

I fixed my headscarf as I stepped towards her.

“Siang, Tant.” I kissed the back of his hand.

Aunt Deswita replied by kissing both my cheeks while putting on a joking face.

“Your holiday? What's the work skip?” tanyanya while embracing me.

“Half day's work, Tant. Where can skip.”

Aunt Dewita shook her head while holding me.

“You know you already want to pick up Dhika, it's clear this car and the arrival of mama will be idle home.”

I just smiled as I continued to walk in the basement parking lot accompanied by the sound of a blower towards the elevator.

Today I am quite happy, Dhika was allowed to go home after three weeks in the hospital. It took longer than usual to stabilize his condition before exiting the building with a walker and wheelchair before using prosthetic legs. Inner wounds are still risky if you have to experience pressure.

“Tante take care of administration first, Sha. There's Aga sama papa. Samperin aja.”

I nodded while parting ways with Aunt Dewita. The elevator took me to the fifth floor.

In this familiar hallway I greet the nurse who knows me as the fiancee of mas Dhika with a smile.

Nurse Dina accompanied my steps while pushing the trolley of the second level instrument that made a sound.

“Finally home, Ma'am. I will miss chatting with sampean.” said the nurse who wants to control the patient next to the Dhika mas hospital room. Patients with dengue fever and high cholesterol.

“Just relax Ma'am, I'll give you my hp number.” My canda patted her shoulder.

“I picked up a wild racer who was ravaging our life goals, Ma'am. Happy working.”

Nurse Dina nodded and knocked on the door of the hospital room while I needed to catch my breath before meeting the pair of eyes that often looked down lethargic.

“Log in, Ris. Right here... I've been waiting for you to rese.” exclaimed brother Aga from the doorway. In his hand, he carries a large laundry bag with a vibrant love-love color. White, purple, pink, green and yellow.

I smile as I approach. While I entered the room, Brother Aga, please leave.

“Siang, om.” said I first greet Om Ray, father of Dhika mas.

“Risha... Rish... Later that night come to your house with mom. Talk about your wedding!” Om Ray patted the top of my head.

“Good om, Risha is also impatient.”

“Sweetly, lucky papa will have a ghost as cool as you, Ris..” Ray looked at his son. “You'll notice when you get Risha's disease. You're in Papa's hands, Dhik!” Ray swore then seriously.

“Yes the time I hurt Risha, Pa. He ran away I couldn't catch up! How to hurt him!”

I exhaled while smiling bitterly at him.

“Ngapain is also pursued if I just run away. Think.” I put my hat on his head.

“Udah let's unplug. I'm bosen here continue.”

Om Ray put on his backpack, he spread his gaze as if he was researching the family's luggage before asserting with a nod.

“Papa also bosen to here continue, Ris. Ngurus begajulan this one makes a thin pocket. Where is the car so rosokan.”

“Leave a cut of inheritance rations what is the difficulty, Pa? Telit.”

“Yes cut heritage rations, Dhik. Your grandparents are still alive. Inheritance has not come down dodol..” reply Om Ray while humoring his head.

Mas Dhika let out a hoarse laugh while turning towards me who pushed her wheelchair.

“Gery very much you will have in-laws like papa, Sha. Cendol aing.”

“Salah you yourself time mas discuss legacy. Emang yang yang reply more poetic than seblak satan level.”

Mas Dhika pursed her lips while lowering her hat until it covered part of her face.

“Listen papa, Dhik. Hospital business is not yet widespread, you do not look for it anymore because of the craving or males therapy! Papa sell all your modified cars.”

“Lho. What does this mean?” exclaimed mas Dhika in the elevator that took us down to the basement floor.

Om Ray seemed to make a smile while pretending not to listen.

Dhika's hand reached out to his father's knee and pinched him.

“Pa! What do you mean by my cars?” he was impatient.

“Papa sell dong to add-plus hospital fees.”

Mas Dhika hit the wheel of a wheelchair while grumbling a short length similar to the boy who lost the most valuable toy to him.

“That's my favorite car, Pa. From the college days. Time on sale, to whom?” he said with a broken heart.

Om Ray seemed to remember aloud before answering him. While I opened the car door for Dhika to sit down.

“Antar me to Dipta's house, Sha. I want to meet my car.” he said after Om Ray closed the passenger door and put his son's wheelchair into my car.

I turned on the car engine while grumbling in my heart.

“Kayak gini kok ngaku not healthy and lost confidence.”

I took off the handbrake and moved the gears of the car while glancing at it sharply.

“Awas if our wedding is canceled because you are embarrassed.”

“No, Risha. Suers. But my red car has to go back no matter how.”

“You better be prepared for our wedding!” I swallowed the gas pedal and made him exclaim with excitement.

“My girl is angry... Haha..”

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