I'm Waiting for Your Widow
Part 1's

"Lala, you have to have a heart transplant" Sarika told her eldest daughter, more precisely Lala's stepmother.

Layla Princess Sinara, was the first daughter of Atmaja Bagaskara's wedding. Layla or who is often called Lala was foster and raised by Atmaja and his connecting mother Sarika, there is nothing but Atmaja the only person he has. Of course Lala would do anything for Dad.

Lala bowed lethargic, even her body mired falling on the floor. Slowly his tears were dripping non-stop, for he could not see the suffering of his father. Not only did he get there, but he was also very afraid of losing the father who was always there for him.

Atmaja who was unbeknownst to Lala turned out to have kept things quite surprising. How not, because the father keeps so closely the disease he suffered. Even Atmaja also kept a pretty big problem. That is the bankruptcy of the company built with the late Mother who had long faced the divine, when Lala was two years old.

"Sister," Zira immediately hugged Lala so tightly, as they were now really in deep trouble.

Zira's daughter was born from the marriage of Atmaja and Sarika. Zira is now fifteen years old, and still sits on the bench of High School. The relationship between the two is very good, because Sarika also raised Lala quite well.

But now that their happy family had changed, the usual laughter turned instantly into tears. Slowly the problems began to come destroying all the calm that existed.

"There is no cost to your heart transplant, the company is in trouble now, now all the decisions are in your hands" Sarika said.

Lala who was bowed began to puff up, she did not understand the meaning of Sarika's words. What else with the word all the decisions were in her hands, Lala was completely confused, "I mean Mother?" lala asked while holding back the tears that kept dripping.

"If you want Dad in surgery then you have to marry Mr. Aleksander Dimitri or the owner of the Alexander company" Sarika explained.

POV Layla Princess Sinara.

I'm Layla Princess Sinara, I'm 17teen. Mature skin, deep black eyes and eyelashes are quite flattened. I'm about 150, not too tall. I weigh 45kg, so skinny.

I'm Layla Princess Sinara, who is wearing a white kebaya. Because soon there will be a man who will interfere with me, my very young age makes me a little hesitant to continue this marriage. But what should I say, because I'm doing this for my father's sake.

My father was the most precious treasure I had, after my Mother left me. And I don't want to lose Dad anymore. Until anything I would do for Dad could recover like before, for days my father was lying unconscious with the help of medical devices. I could no longer hold him back, until I agreed to marry Alexander Dimitri. I never knew him, I never even knew what he was like. I resigned all has been arranged by my connecting Mother, after all there is no way Mother Sarika plunged me into the abyss of destruction. I know why he loves me so much.

For a moment I remembered the face of a man who was quite a distraction to my world. Dimas Raditia Anggara, he was a man who interested me enough. But it seemed all in vain that I gave up on getting her, it seemed like she was indeed never able to give her heart to me. What else I accidentally heard myself if he said he did not like me at all.

Flashback.

"Aa Dimas, I love you," Lala told Dimas, who was sitting in his chair, that Lala had come to the office where Dimas worked just to meet Dimas. He even begged his best friend to let him come. After saying that Lala just walked out.

"Udahlah Dim, just accept.he looks good," said Arka who from earlier just standing at the door.

Dimas saw Arka, and now Arka was sitting in a chair facing each other with Dimas.

"He's not my taste, boss, and I still hope Zea comes back. And Lala was too chatty, childish, had no shame. I don't like gesrek women, what else she's like to have no self-esteem" Dimas said.

Deg.

Lala's heart was pounding, she who originally came out just to make a cup of coffee for Dimas shed tears. Lala who was standing at the door heard everything Dimas said, her tears falling down. He bowed and turned around until finally stopped giving a cup of coffee made.

Lala came out of the big, magnificent building with raging feelings, now she understood why Dimas could not accept it. Lala smiles bitterly and promises to no longer try to pursue Dimas' love.

Flashback.

"Lala," Sarika disperse Lala's daydream that looks so pitiful.

"Yes Ma'am," Lala looked at the direction of the door and saw Sarika's mother.

Sarika smiled softly, "You're so beautiful, son," said Sarika, "You're ready?" ask Sarika again.

"Yes Ma'am," Lala nodded, and looked at Rika who kept crying looking at Lala.

Rika is always faithfully there for Lala, whereas Rika is eager to ask her parents to help Lala in this predicament. But Lala refuses, as she no longer wants to be in touch with Dimas. He doesn't even have a face to look at with Dimas. Until Lala prefers to obey Sarika's wishes alone, while praying that later Alexander Dimitri can love her.

"La, if you have any doubts.you still have time to undo all this" Rika said as she clasped Lala's hand.

Lala tried to smile, "I don't want Rika, I don't want to involve you or Tari in this matter" said Lala.

"Lala," came the sound of Dance who had just arrived, he who was outside the city suddenly returned to Jakarta. For Lala is suddenly about to get married, and Rika has already told the cause of Lala's marriage.

"Dance...." Lala immediately hugged Tari, as well as Rika. The three of them hugged each other by strengthening each other.

"I can help you La, you can annul this marriage" Tari said confidently.

"Thank you," Lala smiled as she happily befriended the loyal Tari and Rika, "I'm sure for this marriage, I want to be as happy as you, too," Lala said trying to cover up her grief.

"You sure?" tanya Dance.

"Yes," Lala nodded, "Goodbye Mr. Dimas, it seems we are not destined to be a match," Lala said.