Married the Impotent Widow
Don't Call Me Again!

Since then, Abid has been much more caring for Dinka, not anymore meme-menye about bucin and so on. She focuses on the baby's development and Dinka's calmness. Although before he was also attentive, but now he does not demand anything.

Abid looks after Dinka as if Dinka is a jewel. He should be grateful, right?

"What time are you going to yoga class, honey?" That afternoon, Abid came home only because Dinka did not return messages or pick up the phone from him. They took private yoga classes for couples and classes to prepare for hypnobirthing births. The schedule is different, but the yoga class they have taken this month.

Abid so feel close to the baby because the class was intended so that the father and baby have closeness early on.

Dinka was a bit surprised but not to the point of wondering why her husband came home in this hour of rest. Everything Abid did was always appreciated, so she immediately sat on the living room sofa waiting for her husband to actually appear in front of her.

"Not been told by Ms. Liza, Mas. He said at three o'clock, Miss Liza again there's no sick sodara." Abid appears in the living room and walks quickly to the sofa, kissing Dinka and her stomach a lot.

"Bee and Honey will be home at three o'clock as well, Mas .. mending later we meet in the studio, let the same children Mas Koko home. I'll go home with me later."

Abid looked up, his hand still rubbing the nearly 7-month-old round mound. The baby continues to kick if Abid's voice is heard.

"No papa kok Koko go back to your pick-up house, drop the kids first. Pity my Yasmin when invited to drive." The baby's name is Yasmin Sunshine—Yes Allah, how tacky the name is.

"He's happy driving, especially if it's a bit speeding." Dinka chuckles, "Mas exhausted. It's already home, it's still back home again, it's out on the road later."

Dinka rubbed her husband's hair ever more dense and long. She knew Abid had no time for himself since his last fainting spell, other than to return to regular therapy.

He knows Abid has changed a lot and has focused on him since then, although Dinka has found it unnecessary. He got all that attention, affection and love from two families, plus from Abid, it felt like his chest was full.

"Let's go to the barbershop, Mas."

"You want me to lengthen, to be pruned when Yasmin was born." Abid kissed Dinka's stomach again.

"Name isn't Yasmin napa? He's a man." Dinka's eyes glanced wittyly. "The man who is called Yasmin must be waving."

"You can say men, anyway? USG loh girl." Abid sometimes likes to falter especially if Dinka scares him.

"If men make it up again." Dinka entertaining. "Udah ndusel-nduselnya, amused tau."

Abid straightened his body. "Have you eaten yet? Eat yuk. Mas had just eaten a little, in love fruit salad same temen which is again open organic food catering business."

"Just cook the basil chicken, Mas .. How dong?" Abid doesn't like basil and he's eating it today. Green chili sauce and given abundant basil use warm rice. Dinka imagines how fast cooking is for her today.

"Try it, surely if making your own wife different tastes." He's not sure, but let's try. Sometimes, he even likes to ask to be entered eh, masakin again if that stir the cuisine Dinka.

At Bee's school today, they suddenly came home early. One of the teachers at the school passed away, so today comes home early, and tomorrow is one day off. Unfortunately, Koko and Abid did not respond to his call, so they both had to overheat waiting for an invitation.

"Bee, try calling Mami—"

"Mommy?!" Bee menukas fierce. Since when is the aunt called Mami? Must have been because of the same name as the Auntie, right?

"Why the hell, Bee? She's our mother, who takes care of us, it's not wrong to call Mami that. I like it, Mami sounds easier than your call!" Honey sneers. Ace and Jenna are much more fun than Bee now, or indeed Bee is too hard to curb and remind her of her position—they, at Abid's house, so she looks less pleasant.

"Mami's phone! Mommy must be home right now and can pick us up!" Honey glared at Bee who was just grimacing at the phone.

Bee snorts and searches for Olla's contact and contacts her.

However, up to two calls, Olla did not answer the phone.

Clear ... Olla was busy in the kitchen owned by Nahwa who is now penetrating the world of catering. Nahwa opens several options, ranging from daily catering, vegetarian special dishes, and diet menus. All the groceries here are organic, grown in Nahwa's own garden in his town, or sometimes he takes from Agribis.com.

Olla was waiting for further news from a hospital in a remote town, almost said to be remote and it was the only application that got an answer. Seal it up!

"La, hape lu mulu sound!" Nahwa glanced at the screen of Olla's phone with the contact "B".

"Let's just, if bosen stops himself." He continued to cut vegetables to be used as a menu for his co-workers' diet at the Dirgantara hospital.

"Kesian, loh."

"He's got my mom, why look for me!"

"Yes ...." Nahwa immediately answered the call without Olla's permission. The sound of Olla's mobile phone vibration is disturbing Nahwa.

"Hello, Nahwa Catering is here." Nahwa laughs a little. "Oh, Aunt Olla's cooking, baby ...."

Olla glared at him while throwing a knife carelessly. His hand immediately grabbed the phone that was stuck in Nahwa's ear.

"Eh, don't call me anymore, yeah .. You have your mom, just ask them, don't go to me, understand!" For some reason, Olla thought Bee was misleading her. So far from the troublemaker it feels better.

"One more time you call me .. I will not hesitate to block your number!" Well, he remembers a long time ago, Bee once blocked his number on Abid's phone until they both had a big fight.

So now, he's getting revenge. Bee has been troubling him too much. The child's hands are too itchy, sometimes terrible ignorance, even he began to have a possessive nature of someone in an excessive way. Bee is no longer healthy psychic.