Married the Impotent Widow
Nothing Special

When we are sick, we realize that many people are loving and sincere with us.

Perhaps, there was a lot of scolding, offensive words, or even anger, but it was just a form of disappointment over their great expectations of us. Or accidentally because they are in trouble too. It could be, not all affection should be tenderness.

Dinka is aware of that right now. Her mom, Jen, even Darren. They have their own way of loving him.

"Thank you, yes, Ma .. em ... Jen." As soon as the night was up, and they were ready to rest, Dinka said. It was no longer able to hold his lips against the taste of harrumph that burst from the heart.

Desy and Jen look at each other as they straighten out of Dinka's bed. So far, Dinka has been able to stand even though it has not been able to linger.

"Why should you say thank you with that rich face?!" Jen finally spoke first. "You're not sick anywhere else, are you?"

He's not kidding. Dinka's gaze felt different. Jen was afraid that it was a bad feeling.

Dinka is not the type of person who is melow even though he is being hit by haru. Usually, there are other actions to appreciate someone. Not such melancholy speech.

Dinka meanwhile just smiled weakly.

"Arion is asleep," interrupted Desy so that the atmosphere is not more moving. He understood why Dinka said that. "You also have to go to sleep quickly, Din ... later when Arion wakes up, you're a bit late."

Arion's been two months. The body is puffed up, because ASI Dinka is quite abundant. The baby sleeps along with Dinka and Abid to make it easier to suckle at night. Given the limited movement of Dinka, and still do not want to lose the moment of parenting her first child.

The sisters are there, but only by day care for Arion, while by night, she and Abid work together to take care of Arion.

"Abid came home late, tonight ... Mama slept with you, yeah." Desy is worried that Dinka is in trouble.

"Ah, Mama just rest. Mama Resti too. I can, at most, change diapers doang, same lift if fit nen." Dinka looked at Jen who looked worried.

"But tomorrow you also have a therapy schedule, Din ... at least, you must be fit so that all is smooth." Of course Jen would agree that Dinka was accompanied. Using crutches, Dinka can actually. But worrying when it comes to taking care of the baby.

"Suster alone who memenin you, yes .. let Mama call."

"No need, Ma ... Sus Heni was tired all day. I can't .. if helped continue, then I'm even more spoiled and there will be no development." It was very desirable to throw them both away, but it was .. now he was not as helpless as before.

"Yes, but if anything, you call Mama. We're in the next room." Desy relented. It's been a very night. Abid said he was coming home at 1 p.m. There are some things to deal with today. He said there was a major operation to be accompanied by Abid.

Dinka smiled in response. He's been troubling everyone these two months. Maybe he should just ask for an operation so he can walk as soon as possible. Sometimes, he felt like a burden to everyone.

The truth is, when the house starts to quiet down, Dinka continues to train her legs so that she can walk again. Wearing his walking stick, he walked to and fro until sweat soaked his body.

"Hhhh ...!" It had been two hours that he had forced his feet to move, telling one leg to be upright and strong. But it was getting numb and tired until he finally fell on the sofa with his legs stretched out.

"Jeez feet .. You're so stubborn." He hit his foot with the end of the stick slowly. He laughed and looked at the wall clock. "Want to be tired, it's been a long time."

It's time for the babybul to wake up and suckle. Luckily, Arion's a good baby, who by night is rarely fussy. He seems to understand that his mother is not okay.

Simultaneously, the door of the room opened, revealing Abid who was shocked to see the appearance of Dinka.

"Darling .. geez." Seeing the tired Dinka get up from the sofa, then sweat makes Dinka's sleepwear wet, Abid guessed easily. But he did not judge his wife. She knows enough what Dinka does every time she's not home. But not ban it either. Even if it's not a good thing actually.

But quenching the spirit to heal a Dinka seems not the right thing.

Abid rushed to throw away the backpack he used to work with, then approached Dinka and carried her in his arms.

"On the lap, do not take a bath even with warm water." Abid takes Dinka who is still as light as days ago, months ago when they were on their honeymoon.

"Mas tired, don't take care of me continue." Kan, he's getting bad. He should have taken care of Abid, not the other way around. Ah, Dinka base is troublesome indeed.

"It's silent ... It's Mas's job, yes ...!" Abid kisses Dinka's lips at a glance and takes her to the bathroom. Dinka body until clean.

Seeing Abid still wearing work clothes, take care of it until it returns fragrant, making Dinka cry.

"I'm sorry, yes, Mom." He sobbed. Abid who was crouching under him looked up, then stood up with a worried look.

"Why the hell, must apologize, Din .. you are not wrong with Mas." Abid hugs the innocent body of Dinka who is ready to get dressed actually.

"I feel useless as a wife, Mom."

"Oh my goodness ...." Abid felt that Dinka was too good to say this, feeling that she was bad. "Dengerin, Mas ya ...! Now maybe you are sick, but you remember no, fit Mas who is sick. Although not taking care of rich gini, but you get the pain of that strange Mas, Darling. Other people can't accept Mas's condition, you know, honey. But you can and do see the mentally ill. You can just go."

Abid hugged Dinka, who was more and more troubled.

"But Mas carry me, everywhere, and I—"

"When else can I carry you in public without having to think that we are more? Now, or even later if you recover, Mas will and still want to carry you. You can beat your heart every time you carry, Din ... I know that you are so in love with me."

Abid's a little bit of a lie. But never mind, he knows that the stubbornness that Dinka feels more because of the shame people see and fear of following therapy. Dinka once pounded like that because the dose of the drug was slightly higher than usual.

But maybe, Dinka can accept such petty chatter, the proof is that Dinka stopped crying, and instead hit her chest.

"The race is not fun."

"They're not good, you're rich." Abid chuckles while keeping Dinka away from his body. "But Mas jago makes your other lips satisfied, right?"

And Dinka instantly blushed red. Jeez .. That hasn't happened in a long time. But maybe it's a bit of a reaction now. There was a strange pulse on his other lips.

Yes, after two more months they could only satisfy unilaterally. Dinka is too stressed with her therapy. But tonight it doesn't seem.