Loving Paralyzed Men
Early on

Dimas Abraham was greeted by hot and stinging air upon arrival at the arrival terminal of XXX Airport. In a hurry, he found a taxi.

Dimas immediately entered when a taxi stopped right in front of him. The sound of AC in the taxi whizzed loudly, but only felt exhaling heat. With fatigue Dimas dropped his head on the back seat.

Good Lord! This summer must have made me sick.

Dimas sighed, trying to feel more comfortable. Surprisingly, his entire body felt stiff. He could still feel his calves - but his legs felt like they were casted with cement.

When Dimas tried to loosen his tie, his fingers felt so stiff, like numbness for good.

What the fuck?

Luckily Dimas had time to rest later at the hotel. Then Dimas looked at the files he was carrying before calling Kevin. If his assistant's report is accurate, Akira's business is good business, but it's low-budget, but it has excellent potential.

Akira has done his best for his new job.

Who could have believed that he could build a boutique with his own clothes designed?

Based on Kevin's report, Akira finally got knowledge about business in three years both separated. But now, as before, Akira went too far.

Dimas took a long breath. Akira allocated too much funds for a fashion show. As a consequence Akira's business lacked capital. And that's the reason why Dimas is here in town

When the taxi stopped in front of the XXX hotel, Dimas tried to withdraw the money he had on his shirt.

What really happened to my fingers? Why is it so hard to move?

Dimas then gave the fare and got out of the taxi immediately. His energy was restored due to the cold from the hotel lobby.

Dimas walked towards the reception desk. After finishing the check-in, Dimas followed the waiter to his room.

"Let's sir, I'll bring you your things" said a male servant.

Dimas handed her the suitcase, then walked to the elevator.

Dimas room is on the top floor, presidential suite room type room.

The elevator door opened, Dimas then handed the waiter a tip.

When entering the room Dimas feet began to feel stiff. Hope by taking a nap for a while can make it fresh again. Dimas dropped himself on the bed and fell asleep.

Dimas had been asleep for a long time, until when he opened his eyes, the room became so dark.

I must have slept for hours. What time is it? mumbling Dimas

Dimas then glanced at the clock on his wrist. When he was about to get up, his feet could not be invited to cooperate.

What's wrong with me? Maybe I have the flu or a fever?

Dimas actually did not have time to get sick at a time like this. Dimas has to finish his job. And promised himself a vacation for a month.

Dimas slowly tried to adjust his position so he could sit up, then picked up the phone and put it in his ear, and called the doctor at the XXX hospital.

When Bayu Anggara replied, Dimas quickly explained that he felt stiff and so weak his shoulders and leg muscles.

“Try you remember Dim, do you feel a burning sensation in the soles of your feet?”

“Yes, starting from this morning. Why?” ask Dimas.

“That may be the initial symptoms. Do you find it hard to breathe?”

“No.”

“No.”

“Do you notice or whatever it is about how your food tastes?”

“I don't have breakfast. All I remember last night my dinner felt weird.” Dimas is looking for the right word to explain. “ Like metal.”

“Did you get the flu or some kind of virus I didn't know about?”

“I felt really bad three weeks ago, just a few days, but not to the point of disturbing my sleep. What is Bayu really? Didn't you say I only got the du jour virus and just needed aspirin. Can't you give me a prescription? The waiter will prepare it for me.” Dimas said

“Not that simple, Dimas. I can't diagnose you over the phone, but I'm worried about your symptoms. It could signal a serious illness and you need to be examined further. Where are you now?” ask Dr. Bayu who is a friend of Dimas.

“I'm in XXX city. Trying to help Akira. Sounds strange, right, she is now a fashion designer, but she herself has never liked to wear model clothes?”

“Forget your business firstit” replied Bayu quickly. “Come to the ambulance and go to the XXX hospital. I'll call my acquaintance there, Jerry Miller, neurologist. He will meet you in the emergency room or you can ask others to help you.” explained Dr Bayu again.

“I don't have time to get sick. Me...”

“Comingback ambulance phone Dimas. Now either. Talk to Jerry. Let's hope my worries are too excessive, hopefully everything is fine, but do not take risks.” cut Doctor Bayu.

Phone connection disconnected.

Dimas decided to take a taxi instead of throwing the hotel in an ambulance. But as he tried to stand up, his legs collapsed and his body fell to the side of the bed.

Trying to kneel, Dimas tried to call the operator and ask the servant for help.

What the hell is going on with me?

Dimas is in top condition. However, his body was weak. Wetter. Cold sweat flowed all over his body, on his back and on his chest.

Dimas blinked as the bright light of the lights dazzled his eyes, thinking about what had really happened to him.

I must be in the ambulance that the hotel manager called me earlier, he thought.

Dimas caught a glimpse of himself lying on a bed surrounded by four or five people examining his hands and feet. A nurse ripped off her clothes. The doctor patted slowly, hearing his heart rate. Dimas heard buzzing and various kinds of clicking and biip sounds.

His throat was dry, his tongue was twisted. Trouble to talk. “What is this?”

“Rest Mr. Dimas, do not waste your energy.” replied a nurse.

Throwing away energy with just two words? Whatdoes thatmean?

Dimas again asked “What is this?”

No one answered. Cold, paralyzed fear gnaws at Dimas's thoughts, and he tries to control his mind not to panic by thinking of anything, anything that can rid his mind of this nightmare.

Occupational.

Dimas started to focus on the report Kevin gave.

Yes, I will help Akira one last time.

Dimas will provide Akira with funding to organize a fashion show that will make Akira's business more ogled by fashion connoisseurs and it will increasingly benefit five times from Akira's income so far.

Hope his past mistakes won't bother his mind anymore.

My God, that's how I love you Akira.