Married the Impotent Widow
Happy Ex, Hurt Myself

Until a week later, Dinka did not tell Abid about it. He's not a complainant and the Olla— thing is disturbing, but not to the point of making Dinka think. He can still endure it. So far, Olla has done nothing and Abid has nothing to change.

Demanding love from Abid according to him too early and fear Abid surprised. That point is not in the original agreement. That's the second consideration.

Dinka left early in the morning and went home a little late. Play with Honey briefly—because Bee always runs away every time he sees Dinka coming home, then goes to bed early. Abid works indeterminate, but sometimes he has to long shift until night. Not even going home.

"Abid is always busy so, dear .. don't be discouraged. It's still good just two times not to go home, usually he comes home only twice. Since he Sp. A. There is work. He took the practice two places." Resti explains when one afternoon, Dinka is moody. The condition is clearly Resti know what the cause is.

Dinka turned her head, pulling her instant hijab back because it had sagged as she was engrossed in reading books. Beneath was Honey who was lazily leaning on her feet, also reading a picture book.

"The juice is still a lot, Ma ... kok brought again?" Dinka's gaze fell on a glass of pale orange juice on her in-laws' hands.

Well, Dinka was brought juice every time by her in-laws. Both are equally lonely because Papa Anton is also on duty out of town, so Resti busies himself.

"Who knows you're thirsty, right?" Resti sat down, then thrust the juice in front of Dinka's lips were so flattering. Resti smile.

"I should have made Mama juice, ready food, this back, Ma." Dinka received—alih-rather than tasting. The shell is full of honesty. Just one hour has two glasses of juice from different fruits given, can the fruit world war in the stomach later if mixed.

"Mama nganggur, you work .. just came home too. Must be tired .. where was bathing Honey too. Tired right?" Always look for a logical reason. He knew how independent these Desy children were, so this kind of service must have made Dinka condolent. He knows, but he promised himself to repay Dinka in the best possible way.

"Housewife is a lot of work, Ma .. kok Mama can say nganggur." Dinka knows, the table can't be neat on its own, and the cuisine doesn't suddenly fill the table, right? Just-there's.

"Please next time, let Dinka come to the kitchen, Ma ... Rich Dinka this who's using is served so."

"You just serve Abid, honey .. make him grateful to marry you. That's enough for Mama, son. Abid is everything to Mama, even if she's a cunt ...." Resti raised his eyebrows lazily. Sometimes Abid likes to provoke his anger.

Dinka's face is red. Resti's direction starts everywhere. So Resti switched the topic. "Yesterday, Mama stopped by the florist. Mama you're like a heavy miss, honey. Haven't you seen Mama yet?"

Dinka bought, but hurriedly smiled. "Already, Ma ... just because Mama is busy, so we did not see him for long. Maybe it's because you live apart so Mama's not used to it."

He tried to forget the fact that in addition to the need to nag him, his mother never spoke to him. He is imagining that their relationship is very warm and misses each other.

In fact, please do not imagine .. noisily is definitely the main agenda of the two of them.

"Sometimes, get Abid to stay there. Your mom must have felt you left. Resti has to be fair, even if he wants to have Dinka alone. Dinka thinks it is very sweet, funny behavior, although it looks a bit urbane. She like.

"Honey's coming!" The little girl turned around and looked up. "don't take the nanny, Honey is big, Mama."

"Ten—"

"Honey's at Oma's house."

Resti's firm gaze immediately hit Honey's eyes which immediately throbbed irritated.

"Nr ...."

"Honey can't bother Papa there! Let Papa have time to get to know your family. The one with—if you come, even take care of you!" resti said firmly.

"Oma ...," whined Honey with teary eyes.

"Ma—"

"Ngga, Dinka ...!" Resti menukas while diverting attention from Honey to Dinka. "Honey's at home! You guys need to get closer, get to know each other. Use your time to get more familiar!"

"Home ... Mama," Honey's crying broke. He slammed into Dinka's arms and hugged her. While Dinka's lips are confused and can only wipe Honey to calm down.

His gaze was unceasingly peeking at Dinka and Honey who were still whining to his Oma.

"Behold that Ugly Auntie dared to take Uncle Papa from us! I'm gonna get him out of here!" Bee clenched his hands. "Just a few days, Uncle Papa has rarely played with me, I have to be careful from now on!"

According to Bee, Uncle Papa always goes in a hurry every time he comes home from work. Go home together, and once Bee saw his Uncle Papa pushing himself to drive himself until Uncle Papa was pale and trembling. Bee knows, Uncle Papa did that because of Aunt Ugly's coercion. In fact, Aunt Olla once, never forced Uncle Papa as much. The two of them always get along and smile a lot, and never forget him too Honey.

"Ck ...!"

Deck sebal also pounding hard steps also done by Olla when entering the juice shop owned by Nahwa. The woman grumbled, her face looking piled up in annoyance.

Inner Nahwa immediately guessed easily. He met a shitty patient in the ER.

"Pulse veins are hard to find again when the infusion pairs?" Nahwa lightly placed the order of one of her customers onto the long table that separated this room so she was part.

Not that happy, but Olla instead dropped the bag on the table hard and pulled the high chair in a rough motion.

"Why, Darling?" Nahwa is gathering memories of what the woman's problems have been lately until her guess this time is wrong. And it's never been right all this time.

Olla's eyes hung lazily staring at her best friend. Got to be told how many times, this kid? The only problem in the world is Abid. He has a story, sudsh vent, has revealed clearly and in detail. Unfortunately, Nahwa always forgets what she told him.

"Am I less attractive, huh?"

Nahwa. "Eye pain must be that person, Bebz. No shortage at all, Darling!"

"But Abid cuekin me! Sick know?" Olla dropped a hand on the table, falling down like a man breaking the table.

"You got any more problems? How noisy it is, you guys are!" Nahwa. But he soon realized. "Omaigad, you've broken up!" The hand of Nahwa who was wearing gloves patted his forehead hard.

Ah, she had to change the gloves again, because the one in her hand was already unhygienic.

Olla let out a rough breath. "Gue called her, had a chat, and tried to hang out at lunch, but she didn't look at me at all, Wa!"

Olla looked at Nahwa in annoyance, her hand confirming how much she tried so hard this week. But let alone glimpsed, nil is the truest value for all hard work and dropped his pride to melt in the eyes of everyone.

Abid only returned the greeting as necessary, spoke according to the details of the work, and Abid's attitude was programmed so easily when avoiding him. Shyiit shekali, right?

"You changed your strategy, Bebz .. I know you have a high ego, but Abid does not care, only his pride you have hurt. So it's only natural that he'll keep your distance, fearing you'll hurt him again."

Olla raised her gaze towards Nahwa who seemed to be speaking. The woman forgets what the problem is, but the idea may be.

This is why Olla is still loyal to befriend Nahwa even though it is a little troublesome. Sometimes the input makes sense.

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