Loving Paralyzed Men
Dinners

Arrive at the restaurant....

Akira is helping to adjust the position of Dimas sitting with a wheelchair so that it can be equivalent to the table in front of him.

"It's so great." Dimas said, "The Star is one of the best restaurants in the city. I can't believe you brought me here for dinner." Continue Dimas.

"I've never been here before." Reply Akira. "I plan to come here if I'm celebrating something special." Akira raised his glass filled with water. "And tonight is a special night. We celebrate your success in getting out of the house."

'Of course it's a special night, ' Akira said in his heart.

Dimas looks very happy, happy because he has got his freedom back, happy because a little more will return to his old life. And Akira too.

The waiter then comes with a menu table and gives it to Akira as well as Dimas. Dimas looked troubled to reach the menu table, the waiter swiftly put it on the table so that it could be freely seen Dimas, then the waiter left.

"I think I forgot something!" Suddenly Dimas.

"What's that?" Ask Akira.

"What should I eat? The nurse always fed me, except for the carrot and fruit. I can hold it myself slowly. So how can I eat here, let alone carrots and fruit that's not on the menu list, my God, stupid me."

"Come, we're in a separate room, so no one's gonna see you if it's a little messy to eat." Akira said, "we'll think of something."

"Oh, forget it. I can't hold anything worse than carrots or toast."

"I can feed you." Tawar Akira's.

"No, I want to do it myself." Reply Dimas.

"Well, we'll have a roasted chicken. Particular part of his thigh. So you can hold your own. How's it?" Ask Akira.

"In the menu list? Here's the average western food that uses this sauce, that's."

"Dim, this resto we can order something special with the chef. Especially just a roast chicken."

"Emmm fine then."

The waiter came back because Akira raised his hand.

"This lady wants to order a roast chicken, which is special for her thighs only. And my order is to be likened to him." Dimas.

The waiter nodded.

"Mmm mas one more," said Akira, "please make a fruit that is cut with a rather large size. Same with carrots too. And to drink it, water is the same rainbow mocktail." Akira.

The waiter nodded again, then left Akira and Dimas' table.

"Rainbow mocktails!" Dimas, "alcohol?" Ask.

Akira smiled, "that's impossible. Rainbow mocktail is just a fruit-flavored soda drink made colorful. Tonight we celebrate something. So there must be something special too dong."

Dimas nodded.

Dimas and Akira sat opposite a table decorated with scented candles. The restaurant lights were a little dim. Until the light of the candle is clearly reflected on Dimas' cheeks. It features his sturdy jaw and face that is starting to look refreshed, compared to a few months ago when he was lying in the hospital.

Akira was eager to touch Dimas' face, feeling every inch of Dimas's face. But Dimas was clasping his hands tightly, occasionally stroking his hands gently. Dimas seemed to be channeling his feelings to Akira through the touch of a hand.

"Kira? The kira? Akira right?" A woman's voice disturbs their togetherness.

Akira looked at the fashionable-clothed woman, who was putting her hands on the table next to Dimas' elbow.

She was one of Akira's friends when she was in college, who is now a regular buyer of Akira's clothing at her shop online."

"Hi Elly, nice to meet you here." Akira is lying.

'Why did you meet this bucket lady here anyway?' thought Akira.

The woman looked at Akira then Dimas and returned to Akira in turn.

"I thought you were divorced."

"But now you're back together again, aka refer. Aaaaww is so romantic."

"No." Reply to both at the same time.

Standing beside Dimas, Elly saw Dimas sitting in a wheelchair.

"I was going to the toilet, Kira. Come on come with me. I haven't seen you in years." Elly.

Before Akira could refuse, Dimas had already invited him, "go. I'll be fine."

Akira then follows Elly to the toilet and quickly closes the door.

"What happened to Dimas?"

Akira calmly explained about GBS.

"But you didn't show it?"

"No."

Elly stroked his neck.

"No. Of course not. You won't waste your life with."

"His disease wasn't the cause of our separation, Elly. It had absolutely nothing to do with our separation."

Akira doesn't want to explain any more to Elly. That would make him have the material to gossip.

"I want to see you more often." Elly. "We should have fun. Remember when college was. We skipped college for a week to go to the beach next island with the men we met at the airport. Of course you were angry that you didn't like to hang out with guys that were a little wild. You'd rather be with a houseboy who can't be taken anywhere."

Akira increasingly does not want to linger with Elly, because she makes an unwelcome joke about the home man.

'Of course, this woman is quipping Dimas.'

"When we have lunch with yuk! We'll discuss the latest fashion issues." Akira tries to avoid Elly.

Akira and Elly then return to their respective desks.

Elly looked at Akira who was walking closer towards Dimas. Elly thinks that Akira has taken a lot of time alone to be with a disabled man like Dimas.

"Oh Akira Akira, I feel sorry for you." He said as he walked towards his desk.

"I'm sorry." Akira said as he arrived at his desk.

"It's okay. I'm holding on." Reply Dimas.

The waiter then comes and presents their order menu to the table.

Akira and Dimas started eating. But Dimas saw a little difficulty. Akira put the chicken in Dimas's hand. After that they eat slowly.

Elegant restaurants, soft and romantic music are very painful memories for both of them if they remember the past.

Shortly after the meal, the waiter arrived.

"Let me pay using my credit card." Dimas.

"No. This dinner, I'll buy." Reply Akira.

Akira then gives his credit card to the waiter and immediately comes out a payment strike that displays the date of the night.

Eleven February is their wedding date. And tonight is their seventh wedding anniversary.

Akira stared fixedly at Dimas, then instantly felt a deep sadness.

Seriate....