Married the Impotent Widow
Thought Discarded, Turns ....

Didn't that face grow deeper today?

They've been talking since that night about what's good and what's not, then how it should be. Wh why? He's worried there's a dark motive riding on Dinka's wish. There is no harm in keeping watch. He is still healthy, still strong enough to fertilize at least the next 10 years, or 20, 30, or if lucky 40.

He should talk about this later. Dinka agrees, so what now? And why Dinka? He picked up the item he asked last night.

"Mas, who's from Ma'am Olla anywhere?!"

And it's all in front of him now. Dinka was forcing the clothes on her body. Clock in his left hand, then tie—if he does not need that formal object, on his neck.

"Dinka, these are all gifts from Olla, you know! I thought I'd dump—"

"Udah wear it!" Dinka murmured, then when she took the belt, her eyes looked at Abid questioningly. "Seriously, no pants from him?"

Dinka's eyes look at Abid. Which made the man afraid and anxious. This is Russia and Ukraine, right? Would you like to change in this room that blew up a big war? Dinka could have something behind her skull. This woman was surprising, since the first time they decided together, Abid had to keep that in mind.

"City ... Are you wrong, are you really?" He instead asked, obviously last night he told me which ones were from Olla.

"There's nothing wrong! I'm .. I'm going there!" throw Dinka away while shaking hands. She looks so happy to see her husband. Fed up of being held back.

"Astagfirullah, Dinka .. Salihanya wife Mas. Why is this attitude like this?"

Dinka placed Abid's half-wet towel on his shoulder. He straightened his body and let out a rough breath. He moved forward until he got in front of Abid.

He took Abid's hand. Kissing softly. "Assalamu aleikum, Mas!"

Abid pushed slowly, then closed the door and locked it.

"Din, Dinka ... Mas's shoes haven't been mocked." Gedoran. Dinka's eyes run around looking for Abid's shoes.

"What Olla's mom is, isn't she?"

"No work shoes! Shoes for sport!" shout Abid.

"Take any one, Din ...!"

Dinka took one and opened the door. "Diligent work, yes, Mom! Focus ... Don't keep thinking of me!"

The shoes were handed over, forcing Abid closer.

His face was flat, prone to annoyance. Whatisthis? Monthly money has been given, although the money is only for very small purposes. They've borne Mama Papa since .. since Dinka's here. Mama Resti used to ask for money for this, but since Dinka is here, Mama Resti covers everything. Abid suspects.

"Din—"

"Same Sister Olla one more shift, right? Long shift? I'll see you tonight?"

Oh, so this ...?

"Mas can go home for your kelonin, Din. It can be set—"

"Assalamu aleikum again, Mas!"

Blam it!

Abid closed his eyes tightly, afraid that the door might hit his face.

"Astagfirefull!" Abid took a breath and put on shoes on the stairs.

"Let's go, Papa." Honey approached and helped her Dad put on the shoes. "Mama Dinka is tired, Pa."

Abid smiles and kisses Honey's forehead. "You play with Mama Dinka continues, anyway .. become tired of her mother, right?"

Honey giggles. "Mama Dinka tired of feeling too times, Pa."

"I mean—"

"Uncle Papa ... Bee is ready!" Bee came with a big smile. "Come on Papa!"

He pulled the hand of Abid who had finished wearing the shoes. Geez, the daddy has to wear shoes outside. That's so bad Aunt.

"Breakfast first, and Papa's trus to school." Abid grabbed his two children, then turned to look towards the room. She wishes Dinka would go out and have breakfast. They've been married for a whole month, getting used to it, and Dinka sometimes eats breakfast later. He understood that the room was now cleaned by Dinka himself, bringing dirty clothes to the laundry room, cleaning the bed that was more like a bullfight, or something, the model. Carut marut no muddle. Then his own personal affairs before leaving for his sales stall.

"Children are the same as you, Bid ... Heru to the airport just picked up Papa." Resti was already gracefully sitting at the dining table with the coffee in the steaming cup in front of him.

"Breakfast has Honey in the wrap, Oma! Same deal to change breakfast today." Honey looked at her full oma, then her hand picked up the milk in the glass. "Bring milk too, Oma!"

Resti smile. "Wait for Auntie to prepare, yes!"

Honey nodded and finished off the milk, while the others immediately ate the dishes available.

While enjoying breakfast, Koko entered in a hurry.

"Mas Abid, sorry ... The car can't be starter." Koko did not report that she could not bring where the car was to be repaired, but told Abid earlier to use other transportation services.

Abid took a breath. "Call the workshop person, Ko .. have a clean call today!"

Abid came out ferociously, while pulling out the phone. Koko nodded. Then immediately escape from the dining room. He knows what to do.

"We're with Mama Dinka, Pa!" Honey snaps. "Pope can take a taxi."

Honey slumped and called Dinka in the room, who was not five minutes away with a helmet, motorbike key and paperbag in hand.

"Did I take a taxi?"

Abid boughtak surprised, "Tax me!"

Dinka nodded then headed for her mother-in-law to leave. Abid had already darted out of the room ahead of Dinka.

He's holding Honey. "Bee?"

The little man looked up, and then followed his Papa out.

"Yes already!" Dinka sniffed her shoulders. Whatever, yeah.

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Dinka and Honey drove off while singing. Slyly, Dinka swerved to find a gap to overtake. While Abid is still struggling with congestion that is suddenly worse than usual.

Abid could only growl when he saw Honey waving with her carefree spirit. Dinka deliberately showed off his abilities in front of Abid, until the situation made Abid grill to the body. He was nauseous, broke out in cold sweat, and claustrophobic. There was no way he was afraid of just looking at it, without experiencing it.

"Why why?" Bee panic. "Papa don't die!" He shook the Papa with tears. Jeez ....

"Hu .. bungi ... Mama Din ..ka—huek!" Abid was claustrophobic, so his words were stammering. His stomach was so nauseous, he had even vomited.

Bee frantically picks up the phone and searches for Olla's contact, oh no ... Dinka. Now is not the time for all of your own. Her father is in danger.

"Hello Aunt ... Papa asphyxiated because see Aunt speeding earlier—"

Bee clucked as he felt the call was turned off unilaterally by Dinka. Bee didn't care, and then kept trying to get her Papa up. Even Bee gave Abid a drink from his bottle.

"Papa why?!" Bee was crying.

Maybe Abid's exhausted. He's been working for weeks more, both brain and muscle. His entire body worked tirelessly day and night. Including routine invites Dinka exercise so that the rest of his sleep about 3 hours can be restful.

The taxi stopped, and as soon as Bee's cry came to a halt, Abid still faintly opened his eyes, but he could not move.

"Mas why?" Dinka panicked when she opened the door. "Sir, can't you walk?!"

Dinka nagged seeing Abid pale and sweating. "Mr just move! Let me drive!"

Abid heard that and shook his head slowly. The woman drove the motorbike. How's car? Is it time to send it to the angels today? God wants to see him, right?

"Mas hold it, yeah!"

Tau-tau, Dinka is already sitting in the steering chair. "Bee, Honey, handle! We're gonna speed! Driver, you may pass out first if you want your heart to be safe!"

Next, Dinka looks for another way to overcome this situation. He can most find an alternative way until later it will be easy to arrive at the hospital.

Abid don't ask. He held his breath and fainted just ten meters away walking. Oh my God .. It's a shame!

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