Married the Impotent Widow
Cannot Succeed.

For almost half an hour, Abid and Papa Anton waited for Dinka to go to the bathroom.

"Superficial effects last night?" Papa Anton finally opened his voice. He glanced at Abid who was so calmly staring at the phone screen.

Abid took a deep breath. "Not really, Pa. He ping—em, sleep after dinner." Instantly Abid rubbed his lips that were about to be released.

Papa Anton looked at his son with an astonished expression for a moment. However, I remember that Abid was still sick, so he turned his eyes to the other direction where Dinka went earlier.

"Where's the therapy?" ask Papa Anton. He knew that Abid went to therapy every month two to four times. But he never asked Abid to undergo any therapy. Doctors used to say that Abid had impotence in addition to trauma after an accident and a broken leg until some time he could only sit in a wheelchair.

"Stay on," replied Abid briefly. He is very efficient in explaining that. Nothing, the trauma often comes if you see a large vehicle passing, see a fire, or see a crowded street. The dark shadow is coming.

"Now you are married, it means you must be able to handle your wife who seems attractive. She looks independent and marriage is not really the main purpose of her life. You have to be careful." Papa Anton let go of his worries. Once again Papa Anton turned to Abid who seemed to agree with what he had just said.

"She can leave whenever she wants, so take care of your heart. Olla still left a wound that you must have been hard to heal. Nara's departure also has not stopped you lament," continued Papa Anton. "No way, are you living with constant heartache?"

Abid took a breath and smiled bitterly. Papa Anton looked at his son.

"If Papa, it's better to endure shame than the original marriage of pointing fingers." Papa Anton smiled. "Yes, Dinka's good, I believe it. His family knows us well, but who wants to live a household life, you .. so how about it, Papa is not sure—honest."

Abid thins his lips, understands his papa's intentions. "I'm gonna try to keep this marriage, Pa. Dinka is like someone who wants to work with."

Here, Papa Anton can't explain. Abid's shortcoming is not to give his wife inner satisfaction. Some people get divorced, using that excuse. So does Abid not understand?

Papa Anton sighed. "You know what's best for your life, Bid. Papa can only pray for the best. For Papa, married or unwilling, you are still Papa's best son."

Abid turned his head towards his Papa, who greeted Abid with an affectionate smile. The man's hand stretched out to pat his son's shoulder, before returning to the direction Dinka left. Since then, Anton wondered what he would do if he didn't have a stomachache.

Abid is grateful to have Papa who freed his son to make a choice.

"That's Dinka!" Papa Anton refers to Dinka and immediately moves to the car by leading Bee who has been sitting by playing his phone. Not to forget he opened the trunk to check Abid and Dinka's luggage.

Abid turned his head towards where Dinka had appeared. He smiled mockingly, looking at Dinka who was looking at him annoyed.

"Hehehe, must have cramped his legs, eventually hanging his legs in the closet." Abid nodded, without putting off a mocking smile.

Papa Anton sat in the steering wheel, one hand outstretched to wipe Bee's thick, straight hair. "Can you use?"

"Can Opa." Bee showed his skills wearing a seatbelt, then gave a thumbs up.

Abid sat in the back seat, next to the surly Dinka.

Abid pretends to fix his shoes, only to taunt Dinka. "Failed, huh? Kasian ...."

Dinka tightened her jaw as she glanced. Ck, damn it! Instead of being rumored or said to be canceled because you missed the plane, even on the antennas and got into the car. Free he was imprisoned in the closet half an hour earlier.

"If you're still sick, buy medicine first, Bid! Fear later on the plane fuss. Not being a fan there." Papa Anton suggested, because Abid did not seem to take the initiative to find a heartburn reliever for his wife. He glances at the rearview mirror, meeting a grim Dinka.

Don't you? Your father-in-law is also supportive? Wonderful right? Why are they so patient in dealing with his outrageous behavior?

"Aren't you almost boarding, Pa? Miss the plane later." Abid reasoned, glancing at Dinka. Hahaha, let him prank the woman.

"Udah is better, Pa. The road is now." Dinka said softly and sweetly. Something he rarely does, even to his parents. Okay, now it's a kind Dinka like a fairy in front of the in-laws.

Papa Anton immediately runs the car to the airport. She didn't want her son to miss his plane for his special day.

Along the way, Dinka is busy giving her employees direction during her leave. Although she had left it to Jen, but she did not trust her sister-in-law too much. Jen's definitely not coming to Petshop. He will only receive daily reports at home. Why would it be Jen? Obviously Darren is disgusted by Dinka's work struggling with fur. Darren has hated cats ever since what happened to his wife.

Mama Desy can occasionally come because their store location is close, but maybe she does not want—clearly they are still in cold war mode. Her papa? Do not ask, the corporate budget is already similar to bang toyib. Departing early in the morning, leaving late at night. Where can I help his son? Helping yourself is hard.

"Hey, how is this ...? I don't think there's a go-away show like this! Just make it a hassle." Dinka. A second later, an employee called, so in addition to answering, Dinka had no choice.

Dinka momentarily looked at Abid who was wearing sunglasses and earpieces. The man leaned lazily in his chair. He thought it was okay he replied, it was almost at the airport.

"Yes, hello-hello." Dinka said softly, "what, not heard? Wait a minute, I'm almost at the airport."

Dinka turned off her call, then returned to sitting properly and quietly. His gaze was straight forward, stiff, and firm.

Shortly after, they arrived at the airport. As he was about to get off, Abid's phone rang. She answered him immediately, getting down and taking his suitcase in the trunk. Dinka also followed down and immediately called back his employees.

"Bee is like me, Ma," Abid replied after hearing the reason why her mother called.

[Thank God Bee is coming with you, Bid! Mama was worried. Honey also said she didn't know where her sister was. Duh, that brat, make mama hang up to the house! Nih, all Mama omelin, the Moms too. How could his foster children not be aware! Emang since—"

"Ma, yes, it's just up to the airport. Bee's coming home with Papa." Abid stared at Bee, who was standing next to his father.

After greeting, Abid turns off the call, then interrogates Bee. "Bee didn't say anything to Oma, did she?"

"Oma doesn't hear the most, Pa! Uncle Papa didn't see that auntie fuss just now?!" Bee sniffed at Dinka who called not far from where they were standing.

Well, maybe Bee's right.

Bee smiled cynically, "let's go home Opa." take Bee while pulling Abid's hand and kiss him. "See you, Pa."

Abid rubbed Bee's hair gently and kissed her foster child. "Don't be naughty, yeah. Papa wasn't long."

Abid stood up and turned to Papa Anton. "Nitip kids, yeah, Pa. Sorry to bother Papa."

Papa Anton smiled and patted Abid on the shoulder. "Enjoy your holiday, Bid. Don't think about the house!"

Papa Anton and Bee immediately got into the car again and left the two of them.

Bee glanced at the grandfather's phone, then he turned off the airplane mode on the phone. His lips smiled slanted. Plan succeeded.

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