Married the Impotent Widow
Honeymoon Fashion Irit

"Huh?" To enter the plane that will take them to Bali, Dinka gaped, then stepped quickly towards Abid who had walked before him.

"Why?" Abid turned his head when he heard Dinka's voice which was like the first new person to board the plane. "Don't tell me you just got on a plane this time?"

Dinka clucked, her eyes glaring at the sign of no acceptance. "Anyway by the way!"

"Who knows." Abid sniffs indifferently. He had found the chair he was going to sit on, then stopped and let Dinka sit first. For sure the reason Olla reserved a window seat just to photograph the clouds and in posts on social media with certain quotes or captions. Dinka must be the same, especially the model is tacky.

Dinka's sneer sharply nosedived, "Mas, seriously rising the economy class? Thought ...."

"What?!" abid ketus Sentak.

Dinka took a deep breath, then stopped in front of Abid. Staring at the man was sharp but scornful. "Well, you're rich, so they usually take business class for their special honeymoon. Olla's back down ...." Dinka lowered her voice and her head leaned towards Abid's face which knocked her unconscious last night. "Honeymoon in irit mode. Mas Abid is stingy and calculating, even though it looks like it has everything."

Dinka chuckled as she distanced her body.

Abid turned his lips in annoyance. Although not offended, but Dinka's expression sucks. Likes to underestimate and he's annoyed half to death. "Originally you know, yes, Din .. This is Olla's choice! I was even ready to rent a private jet for our special day, but she refused. You know what he said?"

Dinka dodged with her lips, then immediately sat down on a chair by the window. He nodded foolishly. You should say you don't care, right? Did she have to know what the reason her ex-husband chose the gini-rich lower class?

Abid sat half slammed his body. He still stared intently at Dinka, "He wants his money saved for investment. Is it you, who only thinks of foya-foya? Olla his calculation and vision ahead clear! Everything in his future he had planned! Not rich—"

"Me?!" Dinka turned her head, returning Abid's gaze was no less sharp. Then Dinka laughed because she felt that Abid was funny. "No need to feel bad, Mom. Just delicious! Same thing I don't have to cover up. I can't compare to Olla."

There's a bitter tone there.

Abid took a deep breath, then threw it away while looking the other way. Geez, why even present Olla in front of Dinka, anyway? Comparing ex with his wife.

Abid has a bit of regret for making the atmosphere uncomfortable for Dinka. "It's not like that, but it's my and Olla's deal."

Dinka also threw her face away, but she laughed. "Honestly, I'm okay. If you're sorry, you can if you want to poke me now. Everything has not gone far."

Dinka has principles. A man who has trouble moving on from his ex is a bad man to be invited to live with. If the ex comes back, the man will surely be back with the ex. Because men only care about women who have left the most beautiful impression with him. Dinka has to accept the fact that she's going to be a widow soon.

Abid is confused by Dinka's attitude. Why does Dinka think she's sorry? What does calling an ex include other words of regret? Abid just explained what he planned with Olla, answering what Dinka asked.

"That's not what I mean, Dinka! Why the hell, are you like this?"

"Am I not good enough with you and your family? Change sitting in the pelaminan alone is not enough, huh? Still have to replace her honeymoon? What else do I need to change, Mom? Rich lifestyle, Miss Olla? Mas Mas Mas Rich Ma'am Olla?" Dinka's eyes were wet as she turned away. Dinka should not feel that way, but the impression of everything, saying that Dinka gradually must look like Olla. WTF is!

Abid chose to stop arguing. The attitude of Dinka and Olla is indeed the opposite. If Olla is good at processing information that someone says, Dinka is a person who feels and takes too long to digest the data that enters his brain. Yes, already! Abid just wait later if this child can be spoken to. In fact, if the storm on the plane, not tasty with other passengers.

Clearly, it was Dinka who started this debate. Papa Anton is right, Abid must prepare the heart. If you don't want to be heartbroken, decide now. But if you try to survive, Abid must be patient. Abid just doesn't want them to regret it.

Abid then wears glasses and earpieces. Shortly after the announcement of departure was voiced, Abid tried to sleep in this two-hour trip.

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In the end, Dinka could no longer hold back those feelings any longer. He spilled all of his entrails, before even touching the edge of the toilet. About her clothes and her hijab. Oh gosh.

Complete all her desires, Dinka headed for the sink, cleaning her mouth and face.

"Din .. need help?" Abid shouldn't care about what happened to Dinka. Dinka has upset him. But considering how good the girl was—beyond her annoying demeanor, Abid tried to drive away her stupid childhood feelings.

"I need a shirt, Mas" replied Dinka with a big breath and sting. His chest was hot and his tongue was burning.

Abid. "Well, where's your bag?"

"So I put it on top of your suitcase. Time doesn't laugh at you, Mom?" Dinka's coming out. Panicking too. Lost how? There's a wallet and money there. He intended to buy clothes here, because no one delivered clothes to the hotel earlier.

Geez, everyone in the house doesn't care about him. Maybe after last night, Dinka really crossed off from KK Papa Rendi.

"Seriously Mas?"

"Oh Allah, Din .. why am I lying?!" Abid pushed the suitcase in front of him. Again, he was accused of lying. "Let's get out! It's not good that I'm the same person."

Dinka comes along when Abid takes her out of the toilet. No visitor to this toilet cares, but Abid still hesitates to see women in and out of the toilet.

"I thought you brought it, Mas." Dinka really doesn't see that bag anywhere.

"I thought you brought it yourself." Abid was busy with his mother, kept checking in, and boarding in a hurry. So don't check the default anymore, let alone have Dinka. From the beginning there were no goods, so yes, Abid sebodo very.

"And I put it on top of your suitcase." Dinka doesn't want to blame, but really, Dinka took out the bag and put it in .. in .. wait!

Dinka didn't touch the bag at all, and Abid certainly didn't think Dinka left it. Gosh darn.

"Bee!" Dinka stuck the boy's name in her heart. "This must have been a cunning little rabbit!"

"Well, how is it?" Abid's question caused Dinka's mind to collapse.

"You're dirty clothes."

"Mas, buy me clothes, yeah. I'll change the money." Dinka.

"You forgot I was stingy and calculating?" Abid glanced at Dinka cynically.

"Well?!"

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