Loving Paralyzed Men
Divorcees

Morning time.....

Akira was standing in the kitchen, mixing several cans of paint to be applied in one of the rooms. Akira stopped working on renovations in the living room since he and Dimas returned from the town of S. Akira tries not to see or be in one more room with Dimas.

Akira almost finished stirring up the paint he was about to use when he heard Dimas's voice using his wheelchair in the living room. Akira thought of running upstairs to avoid meeting Dimas.

'No, fuck. This is my home. Why should I hide from anyone, Akira thought.

Akira develops a smile on his lips as Dimas walks into the kitchen. Dimas looked out the window, where there was a backyard planted with unkempt trees and there were bushes that made the backyard of Akira's house look very unkempt.

"Do you still have coffee?" Asked Dimas after being silent for a while.

"So, I've been making them since. But it's still hot." Reply Akira while pouring a cup of coffee for Dimas and put it on a table close to Dimas so that Dimas easily reach him.

As Dimas lifted the cup and slowly approached his lips, Akira realized that Dimas had begun to show a drastic cure, but he did not want to comment.

Silence enveloped both. After a few minutes, Akira refocused on his paint can and began to stir it back up.

Akira heard the sound of Dimas breathing.

"about?" Say Dimas in a flat tone.

Akira looked towards Dimas, and found himself still looking out the window. Dimas' gaze turned to Akira.

"But I'll be over soon. I'll get out of here soon."

Akira fell silent, waiting for the continuation of Dimas' speech.

"Life must go on."

"Yes, you're right." Reply Akira.

"We need to get divorced. You know, burying the past behind us."

Akira fell silent again, thinking that what Dimas said was true.

'Of course we have to get divorced.' Akira said in his heart.

"okay." Reply Akira was forced to put out his words.

Dimas took out a black envelope from inside the jacket he was wearing and handed it to Akira. Dimas' expression looked calm, his eyes showing he was calm.

"I've prepared everything. We just need to sign some papers, and I've arranged a section for you. You will receive more gono gini treasure as compensation for you for everything you have done to me all this time." Dimas.

"No." Shouted Akira.

"You don't have to worry about money anymore Akira."

"I don't need your money. Never, and you know it! How dare you break your guilt by giving me money! How dare you offer me a fee when you no longer need anything from me!"

Anger was clearly visible from Akira's face.

"No, Akira," said Dimas quickly. "I want you to be free...."

"You can't change, can you? You decide what's best for me and come up with a plan, write an agreement that you expect me to sign without asking me first. You never even asked me what I wanted, what I needed!"

"But I..."

"Alright, luckily, I want a divorce. I need a divorce! I'm going to file for divorce. But I don't want anything from you. Save every penny you have. I don't want it at all."

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Akira sits in his study at the boutique, thinking about how to get an injection of funds as soon as possible. The sound of his cell phone blurted out Akira's daydream.

[Accordingly, are you sitting?] Dwi Harris asked Akira in a voice that sounded very happy.

[Dwi?] Akira said expectantly. Akira held his breath.

[I have an offer for you.]

[Offer? Not a meeting with investors?]

[A great offer. It's from a company I don't know very well, Alpha Corp]

[How could it happen? I've never even met or had a meeting with them.] Akira said in disbelief.

[So I got a call from them, very convincing. I checked the company, and found out that they were a company with strong enough finances.]

[Good.] Reply Akira.

[You've been disappointed a few times, I decided to send you the financial project notes, contracts and presentation files you've prepared in advance. When they proposed to hold a meeting, I encouraged them to talk to me first.]

[And they made a deal?] Ask Akira.

[They agreed to fund you doing a fashion show. In fact they want to become investors in Akira Fashion Designer. Which means they want to buy your trademark. You can still run your boutique. I'll see you in a few hours, and we'll go over all the details.]

Phone connection disconnected. Akira's tears fell on his cheeks, releasing all the stress that had been weighing on him. Akira lowered his head on the table then shed all the tears of relief he had been holding back.

The next few minutes, he looked fresher, took the tissue on the table, then wiped his face. Akira then ran downstairs.

"Geez!" Akira ran towards Oma Lydia and hugged her.

"Oma! We've got investors willing to fund everything. Dwi thinks this is a good offer. We can pay the debt in the bank, start producing clothes and doing fashion shows!." Akira said happily.

"Darling, Oma knows you can do it all." Reply Oma Lydia stroked Akira's head.

"Thank you Oma. This was all also thanks to the support and hard work of Oma and the others."

Oma Lydia smiled as she stroked Akira's head.

"Now financial problems can be overcome. What about your relationship with that power pole?" Ask Oma Lydia.

Akira's face that had been grimly turned.

"We're getting a divorce." Reply Akira.

Oma Lydia let out a long sigh, then took Akira to sit down.

"Oma told you before. Whatever decision you make, Oma will always support you."

"Either Oma, at first I thought Dimas had changed. I thought he could understand me, but he was still the same as before. He still arranges what he thinks is good for me. He never asked me what I wanted." Akira said as he let out a long breath.

"If Oma could argue, actually you two are still in love with each other. Sangaaat. But that's why you can't communicate well. Dimas arranged everything he thought was good for you. And you yourself can never see what Dimas did just because he loves you. Whatever it is, you are living it. If getting divorced is the best option you can choose, then do it. Just so, you two have really thought things through."

Akira was silent, unable to say anything.