I'm Waiting for Your Widow
Chapter 120

On the way home Lala kept quiet, without talking and seemed to drift in her own mind.

Dimas who realized his wife's change was certainly confused also wondered, consciously did not make a mistake that made his little wife turn silent.

"Why you?"

Dimas tried to ask his little wife, if there was a misunderstanding then it must be quickly resolved so as not to drag on, considering when Lala's bleeding made Dimas afraid to repeat.

"Lala was very upset about the atmosphere of fasting with Zira, Sarika's mother," Lala replied in a trembling voice.

Lala does not know the love of her late mother, whom she knows only the affection of her very sincerely loving extended mother.

Raising like a real child, loving selflessly, protecting without expecting anything in return.

Now all is gone, turned into an unforgettable memory.

Missing moments together, joking, fighting as if the world was about to collapse.

There is a longing behind it all, somewhere a warm family is full of laughs.

Remnants of memories so piercing the recesses of the heart, with a million dreams.

One drop of Lala's tears fell from the eye pelukan, holding back the longing.

"And Dad is back," Dimas hugged his wife tightly, stroking her shoulders warmly.

You know his fragile wife's feelings.

"Is it possible that all can come back, Aa, Zira somewhere, I don't know where, are they as missed as Lala."

I don't know, but the heart felt in shreds held back the longing for the woman who introduced what a Mother means.

Flashback.

A few years ago, Lala was still in elementary school.

When Lala happily stepped into her parents' second room, Lala never knew Sarika was her mother.

Sarika never tried to tell her all that, nothing strange.

The affection Sarika gave since she was a baby was so great as a biological mother to her child, never once did Sarika bring up who Lala really was.

Until one day accidentally saw a sheet of paper, his birth certificate that fell on the floor.

Lala could already read the string of letters written on it, not Sarika's name listed.

Except for her last name, Sinara.

Curiosity mixed into one, Lala was never allowed to see the file about him.

Starting from family cards, reports, birth certificates and other things that concern her data.

"Dad, what's my mother's name?"

Instantly, Atmaja jolted, his focus on television immediately turned to staring at his daughter who had just realized she was now beside him.

Atmaja's eyes immediately saw the paper held by Lala, a birth certificate that was found nowhere.

"What is it?"

Atmaja pretended to be confused, at once he took the birth certificate from Lala's hand and as if reading it.

"Assalamualaik."

Sarika had just returned from the market but she was greeted by Lala's gloomy face.

"Mom, what's the name of Ibu Sinara here, even though my mother's name is Sarika?"

Degh's!

Sarika's heart ached hearing the question, a painful memory spinning back in her head.

Suddenly the revenge just came back.

"Mom," Lala spoke again until she woke Sarika from her daydream.

Sarika held tightness in the chest, putting a plastic bag with vegetables in it on the table.

"Lala loves mom?"

Lala nodded.

Sarika immediately hugged Lala with warmth.

"It's wrong Mom, I'm new Dad realized," Atmaja seemed to pay attention to the writing on Lala's birth certificate.

Sarika realized the meaning of Atmaja.

"I-iya Well, I'm sure it must be the deed making officer," Sarika as if nagging.

Distracting Lala, so that she never knew who her real mother was so that there was never any sadness in the heart of Lala who was just 11 years old.

Lala felt nothing strange, and confirmed what his parents explained.

But at night he overheard Atmaja and Sarika talking in the room.

"Mas, is this why Lala's birth certificate could be on her?"

"I don't know either, it might fall by accident" replied Atmaja who was sitting on the side of the bed.

Sarika massaged her forehead, standing staring at the puzzled Atmaja.

"Lala can't know that I'm not her real mother, she will be sad" Sarika said with a sense of anxiety.

Atmaja was silent, considering Lala was very happy with Sarika.

From the age of two Sarika took care of him, and at that time Atmaja had promised not to say who the biological mother of his child until Lala grew up.

The goal is for Lala to feel what her age children feel, to have the complete affection of both her biological parents.

But baby, that night Lala heard it all.

Tears grow along with the toy that is in his grasp.

Sarika and Atmaja realized that there was someone else among them.

"Mother's son hasn't slept?"

Sarika had been shaking the therapy, trying to stay calm as if she was fine.

"Lala's been there a long time?"

Atmaja also hurriedly approached his daughter.

"Keep if Lala's not Mom's child, Lala's whose child?"

Lala's question really broke her heart by slowly Atmaja explained to her son.

"Lala often do you take me to Mother's grave?"

Lala remembered, almost once a month he was invited by Atmaja to visit a tomb.

"That's eating Mother, Lala's birth but, Sarika's mother also loves Lala and the same as Mother. Lala knows why her name is Laila Sinara's daughter?"

Lala nodded back.

"Because Lala is indeed the daughter of Mother Sinara, Lala used to be the name Laila Putri, that's the name that Mother made but, when Mother No Father added the name Sinara as your last name," obviously Atmaja with a trembling voice.

"Hey, you don't cry, even if Lala wasn't born from your womb. Mother remains dear to Lala," Sarika hugs the connection princess tightly, venting a love that never disappears despite being eroded by rainwater.

Flashback.

Lala was no longer able to remember every second with Sarika, the longing was too heavy until tonight on the way home her heart kept screaming to hug the woman who had been called her mother.

What else when gathered like just now, makes him very eager to return to the times he, Sarika and Zira together.

"Dear, pity our son if you're like this."

Lala just hugged Dimas, sobbing in the warm embrace of her husband lost in the shadow of longing while still having a whole family.

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Sorry mom if you can't reply to comments one by one, but Othor read your comments, sometimes Sampek ngangkak severe Othor. Understandably as a mother Othor sometimes have busy, sorry if rarely reply to comments. Thank ye.