Married the Impotent Widow
Already Melt

"Mr ...." Honey cried this morning when Dinka said goodbye staying at her parents' house with her mother-in-law. Abid was busy calling and rubbing Honey's head gently. Her lips hinted for Honey to be quiet first, when their views met.

On the other hand, Bee spent breakfast without saying much even though his heart was very upset with Honey. It was very difficult for Honey to be invited to cooperate and did not like to see the childish behavior of her sister.

"I'm done," he said coldly. He got off the chair and pulled his own bag. Belvedere Elveston kissed everyone's hands, and to Dinka just a glance.

"I'm leaving." Sun-faced, Bee picked up Honey's bag and approached her sister. "Come, Honey!"

"No want! I want Mama and Papa!" honey shouted so loudly that Abid was forced to pause his phone call.

Dinka momentarily looked at the mother-in-law who had been glaring at Honey. The woman was ready to blow up the anger on Honey.

Dinka immediately stood up and approached Bee. Bee's shoulder slowly. "Honey let's be just like Auntie, Bee. Bee just wait in the car."

Bee put away Dinka's hand with a very rough shoulder twisting motion, until Dinka's hand fell off. Then he stepped wide towards the car. His face scowled and glanced at Dinka grumbling.

Dinka took a breath. Actually he wanted to curse the little boy, but never mind, let it go. There will be even more stormy if serving. Next door was a lion ready to pounce if one word, Bee dared to argue.

"Honey!" Abid raises Honey to the lap. "Papa just briefly at Mama Dinka—'s house"

"But Honey doesn't want to split up with Mama Dinka, Pa. Honey—"

"Honey .. denger said Oma!" Resti was upset to hear Honey's stupid whining, so he immediately moved up and forced Honey to sit in her place again.

Abid and Dinka don't dare to interrupt, lucky Resti not to make Honey more hysterical. Abid knows, Honey is most dear to his Oma, but that does not mean if it is not obedient to be left. That's how Resti educated his son. Firm and disciplined, no mean no!

"Now is not the time for holidays, Honey! Tomorrow Honey is still in school, much Honey has prepared! Meanwhile, if you stay, the time is not hunted, you are not late to school! This time, let Papa go with Mama Dinka first, next time you can come! Understand, right?" Resti really explained to the details. After all, tomorrow there is an out bond activity at Honey's school, and for that Honey must be prepared to do extra.

Honey nodded. To be honest, if he was allowed to come, he wanted to tell Bee's plan last night. He is not free to say if there are still Bees around them, but also does not want Bee to get angry with his Oma.

Duh, it's hard, anyway.

"Abid, Dinka. Bring a bag on the kitchen table. Love your Mom and Sister-in-law, yes! Pregnant women like your sister-in-law would love a light and fruitful meal." Resti hinted that they would leave immediately. Honey and Bee have their own driver, while Papa Anton drives himself to the office.

Dinka does what her mother-in-law tells her to do, then along with Abid rushes to the age of apologizing to Honey. Really Dinka is very sorry, but maybe Mama Resti's consideration has a point. Dinka just fuck.

On the way, Abid never stopped thinking about Koko's words last night. Yeah, when Dinka sleeps. Abid went out and talked to Koko. However, the unexpected was conveyed by Koko.

"Mas, yesterday Mbak Dinka met with Mbak Olla. They talk like that."

He wanted to ask, but there was no time. Maybe Olla said something to Dinka, which made the woman moody and stronger.

"When to see Olla?" abid asked to break the silence.

The three heads in the car were moving in unison. Abid looked at Dinka, Dinka glanced at Koko, and Koko glared, throwing her eyes out of the car.

"Haish, boss mah!" batin Koko. It could be revealed here.

Dinka let out a breath, glancing at Abid at a glance. "Yes ...." He must carefully speak. Who knows, Olla has complained and talked non-nonsense.

"Don't listen to him!" Abid said slowly and casually. Dinka's forehead wrinkled as she turned to Abid.

"What did he say to Mas?"

"Ohh ...." Something in Dinka's stomach broke and let out a triumphant laugh. Jeez .. This is for her sake, right, huh?

Dinka gnawed out while secretly thinning her lips—hiding her almost laughing mouth.

"We're done. No more business in private." Abid spoke as if he knew that was what had been bothering Dinka since this week. Dinka's voice is no longer cold.

"I'm okay, Mom." Dinka thought again of Olla's words. And right, he's okay.

"What is he talking to you?"

"What's up and what's up in the hospital. He was in a hurry that time too." Dinka still stared outside, but then turned her head towards Abid.

"You weren't close that day? Mas already the same way out of Mas and Ma'am Olla came when I already wanted to go home, already very lazy ...."

Abid raises an eyebrow. "You see me?" Dinka nodded innocently.

"No nyamperin, let's go to the gynecologist together!"

"I met a friend who just came home from Switzerland, Mas .. I don't want to disturb Mas the same temen Mas." He was too trembling when he heard Abid's words that day, angry and upset, so how did he deal with Abid? The first time is certain he will scold Abid for that remark. Abid must be ashamed of being scolded in front of his friends.

"Xaquilla?"

"Ranu ...."

"Ohh .. Kirain's son owns the hospital!"

"Yes, Ranu is Uncle Harris's son. He's got me from Paud to college." Dinka. So slow, he forgot the full name of his own best friend. Xaquilla ... hahahaha .. he remembered the name as well which upset him because there are other Xaquile names that are often pronounced so similar.

"Had he been sadistic to me that day. Apparently!" Abid understands now. "He's worried that you're hurt by this marriage."

"Hopefully his worries are not evident! So far it's started to get thin." Dinka chuckles miris.

"Sorry ...." Abid low. Dinka looked at Abid.

"Don't apologize, it's not Mas's fault entirely. I want to marry Mas Abid. It should be the one who apologizes to me, and I must know myself when suing this Mas. I am very receptive because I have never been the same before. Mas Abid has just broken his heart. I know—hegh!"

Without the babibu, Abid pulls Dinka into a hug. Buried Dinka's face into her wide chest.

How could Abid not melt into hearing such mature speech from this toddler-like woman? He's tired of being set up and understood all this time. Dinka did the opposite. He understood Abid completely.

"You don't hold back if you don't like it, Dinka. You can be angry, you can be chatty, you can ask, and you can mark yours in any way. Don't get arrested, I'm afraid you're quiet."

Dinka ... how is your heart? Still in place? Or has it fallen? The ferocious has melted.

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