Married the Impotent Widow
The Lost Bee

Traces of fatigue were still imprinted on Resti's face this evening. But it did not discourage him to visit the besan. Resti as the parent of the man who saved his great daughter, had to say an infinite thank you, right? Dinka is not enough just to be paid with a word of thanks. Resti has to do something more for the Dinka family.

One of them is to send gifts from his brother who lives abroad. Yes, although only simple, but besan at once his friend had to taste it.

Resti had prepared with two godie bags on each side of his body. He confirmed the hijab he was wearing using a cell phone camera. "Pa ... Very old, anyway?"

Her husband was still on the phone, and nearly fifteen minutes had yet to come out of the room. Resti grunting. "Oh Allah, Gusti ...! He said the old man was ready women, but it turns out men are worse."

He carried the phone into a handbag that hooked on his left arm, then he jerked two godie bag straps into his grasp. "Mama wait in the car, Pa."

Resti just passed by and stepped into the car. The opening of the trunk, and how shocked Resti when he saw the suitcase Dinka delivered by her brother earlier this morning, perched gracefully there with Dinka's tote bag.

"Geez!" Resti just let go of the godie bag in his hand and opened Dinka's bag to make sure that the bag belonged to his daughter-in-law.

"My Lord, forgive your servant! Why was the child completely lost to his wife! O Allah Abid!" Resti suspects it was Abid's fault.

"But Abid didn't know that Dinka was wearing clothes! If Abid must remember that Dinka bag missed," muttered Resti while returning the bag to its original place. "Where is Dinka's fate there? God, I'm afraid he doesn't have money to buy."

Soon, Resti picks up the phone and contacts Dinka, which the operator unfortunately answers.

"Why, Ma?" Papa Anton is fragrant, neat, and charming with a golden black batik shirt attached to his body. The man still looked at the phone screen before putting it in his pocket. He looked at the panicked face of his wife.

"Pa ...," sergeant Resti pointed to the suitcase in the trunk.

"It's Dinka's got you, right?" Papa Anton frowned. "Is something wrong?" he continued when he saw the wife's face looked dissatisfied and clucked.

Not without reason Papa Anton thought so, because earlier he saw Mama Resti put the suitcase into the trunk.

"It's got Dinka, Pa!" bursts of Resti as if vanishing all the frustration that exists. "Your son is so careless!"

Papa Anton frowned. "Why Abid?!"

"Who else then?"

The two looked at each other and thought, then simultaneously shouted one name. "Bee ...!"

The name is called, of course, do not think that the action was discovered. He casually played the game with the headset closing both ears.

Even when the door to her room was opened very hard, Bee did not hear, only when her headset was pulled up, and her wide ears like elephant ears were yanked by Resti, who had a headset, Bee realized that there was someone else in this room.

"Aww!" peekik Bee held her ear while her phone fell into the bed. The little man's eye-tailed glanced in the direction that was dragging him. "Omaa ... why?!"

Papa Anton stands in the doorway, only speechless and watching his wife rage at Bee. He pityed, but it was appropriate for Bee to be scolded for his ridiculous actions.

"That's because of that Ugly Aunt who's lost, Oma! I didn't do anything!" Bee grimaced, because Omanya's hand was still attached like glue to his ear, even harder he was dragged.

"What did you say?!" Resti glared at his agony hearing Bee's reply. "Heh, you! Oma turned you over to your papa mama's house if your naughty becomes more and more so, yes! It's big not getting bigger but getting bigger!"

"Ma—"

Papa Anton interrupts, he feels his wife's remarks are outrageous. Bee has a kara, if it is returned to his parents, it means returned to the grave of his parents.

Resti removed her hand with a rough stomp from Bee's ear, then turned her body to face her husband. The anger on his face had not subsided.

"Papa too! Not you, not Abid the same! Always forbid Mama advised Bee not to become more! You guys defend Bee so he punches like this! She could be naughty, but if she's naughty to Dinka then Mama's the enemy! You know how valuable Dinka is to us, right? Imagine what we would receive if the marriage was annulled?!"

Resti stomped his feet as he left the side of Bee's bed. Actually, she loves Bee, especially Honey who is sweet and gentle. After all the two children grew up in Resti's hands in large part. But since this year, Bee's mischief has risen dramatically. Resti thought it was because of the influence of friends at school, but I don't know, maybe there's something to evaluate.

Papa Anton sighed. Bee looked down silently with red ears.

"Take the phone, Pa! A Bee-aged child shouldn't be holding a cell phone! Tell Abid to have all facilities for Bee removed! Let him know that what he's doing is wrong!" Resti said from the doorway. I don't know, he doesn't think this is good, he pityes, but he can't let Bee get any more naughty.

"Mama wait downstairs! We're too late for a visit right now!" Resti waltzed away with anger still tracing across his face.

Papa Anton took a breath and asked for Bee's phone. "Sorry, Bee ... This time Opa agreed with Oma! Bee had to introspect himself and promise not to be naughty anymore, so Oma would not be angry like this. Bee understand, don't you think Bee's wrong?"

Bee nodded.

Swiped the boy's head once more. "Oma loved Bee so angry when Bee was naughty, let Bee be a good boy."

Bee nodded. He was silent, not crying, not feeling guilty. It's Aunt Ugly's fault, who took Uncle Papa from Mama Olla. Bee obviously didn't accept that.

Mama Olla is the best.

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