Married the Impotent Widow
Oh My God, Thought ....

Perhaps Resti felt that Dinka was a rescue angel, so during lunchtime today, Dinka was told the location where her son would wait.

Here, Dinka is. After making sure she was beautiful and dressed modestly— saw Resti who was so elegant, she thought that her son was also a neat and drizzly man, too, Dinka steps inside the area's famous steakhouse.

"Reservation on behalf of Ms. Resti" he told a restaurant employee who opened the door for her. As if impatient to see her future husband, she circulated her views to all corners of the restaurant that was capable in her term.

He didn't see anyone who was a little similar to Bu Resti.

"Oh, over there, Brother." The officer politely invited Dinka with himself to drive.

"... I've arrived, Ma! Yes ... I will not run away, promise!"

However, not a step they walked, the sound of someone who was behind, made Dinka turn her head, then put on an annoyed face, until Dinka rolled her eyeballs up so distraught and irritated.

He again-he again.

Dinka turns around and crosses paths after asking the resto employee to wait for her for a moment.

"Doctors have a problem what the hell, same me?" Dinka confronts Doctor Abid with her thin face. "Guntit me to that extent? But, sorry, yeah! I already have one, so the doctor doesn't have a chance to get me."

Say ketus Dinka makes Abid whimper while letting out a mocking laugh. Very confident this woman has children. If he's crazy, he might just be interested in this woman. Too bad he's still sane.

Abid looked back at Dinka after finding a clear answer for this piquant woman.

"Sorry also .. I'm here to see my future wife."

Dinka scoffs. "My only, Doc .. if it's caught me."

Dinka's eyes glanced at the cynical Abid. "Cowok anywhere will surely sneak if kegep!"

In his dumalannya, Dinka appealed: Basic muna!

"Let's just say, I was unlucky to meet you here, madam! But right now, I have business with my future wife. He's been waiting for me since." Abid deliberately emphasized the word, so that Dinka realized that she was not joking. "Let's assume you know best about guys, so please continue your journey!"

One hundred percent, Abid distracts both attention and gaze from Dinka's face that looks different today. But he has nothing to do with Abid.

"Sir, reservation on behalf of Mother Resti!" Abid waved to another employee, whose standby was not far from him.

"What's the name?" Dinka initially wants to leave, but again, Abid's words make Dinka tremble at the knees, cold at the back, and shivering at the heartburn. Resti's name was like a lightning bolt that struck his heart. This name is familiar, right? Not just the mother of her future husband named Resti, but ....

"It doesn't feel like your business to ask who ordered the table for me."

Abid looked at Dinka with piled up resentment. "Can your ears bow a little so as not to be too diligent in meddling in people's affairs?!"

Dinka wags her hands. "I mean .. what—"

"Perhaps, the two of you are actually sitting at the same table, which Mother Restiana reserved." The female employee was actually annoyed at these two people, but kept smiling kindly. Here, not friendly to customers, auto kicked. Because, customers can complain openly to the restaurant manager.

Dinka and Abid looked at each other as the waiter pointed at the table in the corner, with the words "reserved" perched gracefully on the table.

"Oh, God!"

Dinka bit her lips with a feeling of worry.

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