I'm Waiting for Your Widow
Overdosing

"After class we finished the story yes, I missed," Rika smiled, finally she could see Lala back. Although he is confused as to why Lala now looks sad, and also he does not know about the reason Lala who never came to campus.

Dimas stepped in, no one dared to speak. Dimas' cold face made the students disinclined him, after putting some objects he brought on the table. He folded his arms around his chest and began to circulate his gaze, suddenly Dimas's eyes saw a woman he was looking for. Lala. Lala was among the other students, Dimas only smiled faintly because he could see the face of the woman he was waiting for.

Lala just silently lowered her head, she seemed to be alone without knowing many lives were around her. Even he did not hear when Dimas started to open the material.

"Lala," Rika patted Lala on the shoulder, because she realized from earlier Lala had not heard what Dimas explained in front of her.

Lala rubbed her face, she now sat up straight leaning on her seat. And looking ahead, where a lecturer was looking at himself as well. Lala began to remember that she was on campus and there was Dimas ahead.

"La, you Napa?" rika's question is getting confused.

Lala rubbed her face more and more, and tried to stay in control of her. But over time he was getting less and less strong, Lala quickly got up from her seat and ran out.

"God!!" rika is confused and wants to chase after Lala.

"Sit down," Dimas quickly ordered Rika back to sit in her place.

"Lala?" Rika looked confusedly at Dimas, and she felt annoyed at Dimas.

"Sit back!" dimas's edict does not want to be disputed.

Rika looked around, and all eyes were on her. In a fit of annoyance Rika returns to the spot, and Dimas is now out.

Lala kept running, the number of people there seemed to make her uncomfortable. Now he is used to being alone without a friend, until he is now in front of a pharmacy. After getting what he did now Lala walked without direction, until finally his legs felt tired. He looked around and it turns out that now he was in a city park with an artificial lake that looks so beautiful.

Lala sat down and looked ahead, repeatedly trying to stay calm. Until finally Lala took a sedative that he had just bought with a sheet of money case that was given by Dimitri.

"Father," said Lala with a trembling body and cold sweat, unconsciously Lala continued to swallow one by one the medicine on her hands. Even he was unconscious, because he just wanted to stay calm and be able to control himself.

"Lala!" exclaimed Dimas and a few meters away from Lala, he looked breathless because he had just run to look for Lala's whereabouts until finally his eyes saw Lala there.

Lala who was hugging her knees looked to the side, where there was Dimas there. Lala stared silently and was confused as to why Dimas was looking for her, did Dimas want to ask to do something dirty to pay for her father who Dimas would charge? But her father was gone before the operation, so why did Dimas look for her, Lala thought.

"You why?" dimas asked as he realized Lala's strange gaze.

Lala shook her head as Dimas's legs slowly approached her, instead fearing Dimas. But Lala was afraid of the belt attached to Dimas, the cold sweat increasingly flowing along the rhythm of the heart is getting tighter.

"Why you?" Dimas quickly held onto Lala's arm so as to no longer run like that.

"Despite Sir, Dad's not in surgery why you're looking for me! I don't owe it to you!" lala exclaimed while trying to escape from Dimas.

Deg.

Dimas's feelings were not good when he heard Lala's words, "What are you talking about?" ask Dimas.

"I want to talk" said Dimas, who did not want to let Lala go.

Lala shook her head and kept trying to get away from her, "No!!!" lala.

"A moment," asked Dimas who did not understand what was wrong with Lala.

"No sir, please lep.." suddenly Lala's body just fell on the grass so beautiful.

"Lala, what's wrong with you?" dimas asked in panic and he held Lala's head.

Not long after, Lala's mouth spit out a lot of foam, and her body convulsed.

Dimas's eyes saw that there were some pills falling on the grass, then there was a bottle and Dimas was sure it was a bottle of the medicine grains. And Lala swallowed it. Dimas quickly lifted Lala's body.

Mother Prosperous Hospital is now a witness to an incident that made Dimas shed tears, in there a woman who used to desperately pursue her love is now struggling to continue living.

Dimas was silent and downcast, he sat in the waiting chair of the hospital while bowed.

"Master," a doctor came out of Lala's room, and confirmed that it was the doctor who had just treated Lala.

Dimas realized he stood up and looked at the doctor who tagged Vera.

"How's it doing Doc?" asked Dimas impatiently.

"Patients are overdosing on drugs, and are lucky to be treated immediately" the doctor explained.

Dimas nodded and felt more relieved, because Lala could still be healed.

"But sir," the doctor hesitated to speak, for he was afraid that Dimas would be offended.

"But why doc?" ask Dimas who is now curious.

"I'm sorry, sir, but in the patient's body we found a lot of bruises. And it's probably because of the blunt force, I mean that the blunt object was deliberately struck on the patient's body" explained the doctor, "I mean it was violent," added the doctor who tried to explain more clearly.

"By? Violence?" I was confused and still wondering.

"Are you her husband?" ask the doctor in curiosity.

"No" replied Dimas.

The doctor nodded in understanding, as from but he felt hesitant to speak. But after Dimas admitted that the doctor did not return to speak clearly, "It seems that patients often experience physical violence, and the age of the patient is also very young. We pray that after realizing that the patient does not have a mental disorder," explained the doctor again.

Down in a doldrums, he now stepped in and saw Lala who was still unconscious. The short-sleeved hospital gown that is now attached to Lala's body shows what the doctor said was true. Because Dimas' eyes saw clearly the bruise.