Married the Impotent Widow
So, how's Din?

Is there anything more annoying than seeing your bridal room still bearing the name of another woman?

Okay, Dinka understands that he is only a substitute and should not feel upset let alone angry over a small technical mistake like this. But, everything that happened in the reception room earlier, has managed to minimize the question: why is the bride different? However, try to look here, to the bed that will be occupied by them both—though nothing will happen, there's the name Olla plastered across the surface of the mattress and on the wall attached to a balloon with the same name. It's hard, buy another balloon or tell WO to change the name to Dinka?

"This is crazy for people." Dinka sat in her wide dress that resembled a chicken cage. The writing of the rose petals was touched slowly. "Outside the rich appreciate me, don't know it here like this, hah!"

It may be just the beginning and as trivial a matter of name. Dinka only realized what Darren's words meant some time ago. No one knows the dress, the food, the wedding decorations, and the concept of the wedding, everyone must have thought: there is nothing that Abid's parents cannot do, even if the bride has changed. But in this room, Dinka's heart couldn't help but feel that she was purely just another person magically replacing Olla.

"Dinka .. You can't sprain! Remember, only Abid can make you peaceful inner birth for life." Dinka said to herself, then she stood up to remove all the jewelry that was attached to her body.

Several sets of offerings that Dinka herself helped make, lying at the foot of the bed, dowry made by her mother leaned on a large frame near the dressing table, next to her bag containing a change of clothes. Dinka took a deep breath. This marriage doesn't feel very special, because she's not the woman who should have accepted it all. The sense of being a replacement really– feels at this time.

But he can't back down anymore. This was not the time to think about what he had known in the first place. He must be sure this marriage will be happy. He had to think about how to make this marriage last forever.

"Eh ...!" Abid just walked in and was shocked not to play when he saw the bed and balloons hanging on the wall. He told WO that the name of the bride had changed. But ....

"Din, sorry—"

"It's okay, Mom." Dinka twists her body gently and sweetly. "No issue. We have to get ready to make dinner with our family."

Abid can't be suspicious if the woman is sweet like this. But he also did not want to discuss further. It's okay–what means yes, already .. no need to be talked about anymore. Finished here about this.

Abid went straight into the bathroom, with his mind still on the name. Who replaced it?

Dinka just sniffed. Who are they, if you want to care for each other or say warm words?

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Half an hour later, Dinka got down from the room to the hotel restaurant, where the two families had dinner. Abid was obviously not waiting for him, for what? Let it look good? Come on, everybody knows how their relationship is right now. Just a real replacement.

"So much as well?"

Dinka is shocked to hear Olla's voice coming from behind her. The woman's steps were heard approaching, so Dinka had to turn her head.

"What the hell, Ma'am?" Dinka was a bit uneasy with Olla's gaze. "Nobody stopped me, too, right? So what's the problem? Still not willing?"

Olla. Formal clothes are still attached to the woman's body, it seems that she came in a hurry after work. "Abid impotent, Miss Dinka."

"Yes, what's the problem? The same thing as Olla's sister, what?" Dinka this time could not hide the disparaging laughter from her mouth. It looks like this, Sister Olla! It seems that if he does not want his position replaced by another woman.

"Don't you know, the reason I broke up with him wasn't because of Bee or Honey?" Olla tried to explain what she could not say yesterday in front of Abid.

"I know once, Ma'am .. I've heard from Mama Resti directly." Dinka put on a relaxed gesture and did not care. "Continue what? Want to tell me to back off, too?"

"How much does Abid pay, you?" Olla to the point. "It is impossible that you are sincere with him, Ms. Dinka! Abid must have paid you to save face."

Dinka laughs. "O Allah, Ma'am .. What is my face of this lack of money? I am not as rich as Embak, but I have a business. I just need a husband, Ma'am .. who will lead my way to heaven. I married not only to satisfy my nafs, not to get offspring, but I perfected my worship."

Yes, Din ... ustazah lecture who did you copy that?

"Inshaa Allah, Ma'am. If Mas Abid is sick, I will support his treatment. We will try to be together– together, Mbak .. not even left just like that."

Olla turned her face in annoyance. He felt patronized by a snotty little girl who did not know anything. "I don't need your talk, ya—"

"People are rich I also do not need that unimportant notice from Ms. Olla. The one who came here was Ms. Olla, who was looking for things was not me!" reply Dinka with her casual style. "The intention is to make me step down, Olla, I'm just explaining what really happened."

Olla screeched. "Just wait until you slap yourself as you say this pretentious thing! Let's see how far you can go with your religious support!"

"Well .. I'm not afraid, ma'am!" Dinka crossed her arms as she raised her face to return Olla's vexed gaze.

Olla threw her face after a hostile confrontation with Dinka. The woman quickly left Dinka.

"Aya–aya wae nih dedemit one!" Dinka rushes to the restaurant where she has been waiting for the same big family.

Bee still with an unpleasant face to look at Dinka, even though she resigned when she had to sit next to Dinka, even she did not mind the swipe and the sweet smile of the woman.

"Ah, dear ... let's eat soon!" Resti immediately invited Dinka to eat without asking where or why it was too late. Unlike the mother who was ready to spout fire anger at him.

"Thank you, Ma ...." Dinka was already starving, so she instantly picked up the opening menu and devoured it quickly, but it was still within the limits of reasonable courtesy.

However, Dinka stopped the mouthful when she felt her mouth was hot to the nose. The spicy and sharp taste made Dinka close her eyes, her face red. His hand reached for the glass, but the thing that was around the plate disappeared suddenly.

Dinka coughed, feeling her entire face burn. "Damn, who put wasabi in my soup!" inner Dinka.

"Oh Allah, Dinka .. Why are you?" Mama Resti directly thrust a glass filled with water, then shouted rebuking Bee.

"Bee, what did you do to Mama Dinka?!"

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