I'm Waiting for Your Widow
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"Where's your home address?" ask Mr. Bimo who started driving his car at medium speed.

"Sir actually I want to ask for help from you, Mr" said Lala with a little difficult.

"Solicit please?" at a glance, Mr. Bimo glanced at Lala, but then he focused forward.

"Yes, I have a cafe. Can my sir work there?" ask Lala.

"Lho aren't you the one with enough?" bimo asked, "But I mean not so, if you really need a job. Yes, I can help," said Mr. Bimo happily, he did not want to ask a lot because according to him Lala also has the right to keep things that do not want others to know.

"Thank you sir" Lala smiled as Mr. Bimo gave her the job.

Mr. Bimo took Lala to one of his cafes, Lala looked around and the place looked very pleasant. After Mr. Bimo introduced Lala to other employees, he said goodbye.

"Lala, I have to pick up my mother at my cousin's house. You work here freely, if you want to rest at any time. And later I will take you home," said Mr. Bimo.

"But does it not trouble you?"

"Of course not."

Lala nodded and Mr. Bimo left, and now Lala started her job happily.

"La, please deliver this drink to the table in the corner there," one employee asked.

"Yes," Lala nodded and took over the Napan that Zahra was holding just now, but as she was carrying the napan suddenly someone nudged her.

The krang!!!!!

His glass instantly fell and his shard was scattered on the floor.

"Be careful dong!" sniffed the woman.

"Sorry Ma'am," said Lala with sweat that began to pour.

"Can work! If you can't do no work!" said a man who seemed to be the lover of the woman.

"You know, my clothes are dirty!" sniff the woman again.

Lala felt as if the world was spinning so fast, cold sweat started to drench her body. He sat on the floor and covered both his ears, it felt like shadows as Dimitri scolded him and suckled himself back into haunting.

"Hiks...hiks....hiks...." Lala cried in fear until inviting the people there began to swarm her.

"Why are you?" asked Zahra, an employee who asked Lala to deliver a guest drink, "Mas sama mbak her do not have to play snapped also dong, did she apologize," Zahra upset, because he had heard that the lovers were yelling at Lala.

"Pak Dimas," said Lala in tears, and was very frightened, what else was seeing the people who were increasingly swarming around him. Lala was getting scared, she could only mention Dimas by name and cover her ears, "Pak Dimas, I'm afraid....."

Dimas who followed Lala from earlier until he finally saw Mr. Bimo with Lala stopped at a cafe, Dimas thought that if Lala and Mr. Bimo would have lunch there. Of course Dimas was getting furious, but when he was about to leave suddenly Dimas saw Mr. Bimo out himself from the cafe. And Dimas was confused where Lala was, he saw until Bimo left and Lala did not go. Dimas slowly got down from the car, and he noticed something strange. Since all the visitors were standing and swarming around someone, Di as directly entered the middle of that crowd of people. Dimas was so shocked to see Lala being frightened, and it turned out that people saw him confused.

"Lala," quickly Dimas crouched down and held his upper arm.

"Hiks....Mr. Dimas I was afraid," quickly Lala immediately hugged Dimas, because only Dimas had been there for her so he thought Dimas would not hurt her.

"Dimas?" a woman who knows enough of the man in Lala's arms.

"Sir I'm afraid," said Lala who continued to cry.

"There's me, where's your medicine?" ask Dimas who is now sitting at the wheel.

Lala shook her head and she didn't know because when she was scared, she was no longer able to think clearly.

"My brother is afraid."

Dimas hugged Lala again and tried to calm Lala down, remembering that Sandy had given Lala a new medicine this morning. Quickly Dimas took the medicine from his bag, "Drink this," Dimas put it into Lala's mouth and gave him a drink from a bottle of his drink.

"Sir, will he beat me up?" lala asked in fear, "I'm not strong anymore Sir, I'm afraid sir," Lala said as she continued to cry.

"No one will dare to hit you again, you calm down. You'll be fine, "Dimas tried to convince Lala that nothing would happen.

Lala continued to hug Dimas without wanting to be released, until Lala finally fell asleep because it seemed like the medicine she had just taken began to work.

"Lala," Dimas noticed that Lala was not moving, with a heavy breath and that Lala was fast asleep. Dimas slowly begins to justify Lala's sleep and adjusts the car seat to be comfortable while Lala is asleep.

Slowly Dimas's legs began to come down from the car, his feet again stepped into the cafe and wanted to ask the cause why Lala could wear the cafe uniform.

"Lala is indeed a new employee sir, and I asked Lala to deliver drinks" explained Zahra.

Dimas clenched his hand knowing that Lala was working there.

"But the bag and the clothes before!!" tell Dimas furiously.

"This is sir," Zahra trembled as she gave Lala's clothes and bag.

Dimas quickly picked it up, "Tell your boss, what is this cafe for sale! I'll buy five times!" dimas said again then he left, leaving the employee with a trembling body.

With wide footsteps Dimas directly out of the cafe.

Dimas drove the car, until he got to the front of the house. He sees Lala still asleep with Lelap, Dimas first descending. And then he turns around the car and lifts Lala up.

"Lho Lala why Dimas?" ask Mama Yeni to panic.

"It's just the effect of Ma's medicine" Dimas said, and he didn't want to explain more. Because if Mama Yeni knew what was really going on she would be outraged.

"Yes, you've brought it to the room, remember Dimas after driving Lala you directly out! Don't stay in your room it's not a mahram!" firmly Mama Yeni, because she often noticed Dimas who entered and lingered in Lala's room.

"Well, we're doing nothing too!" furious Dimas.

"Well, I don't think you know Mama often sees you watching Lala's face while she's sleeping!"

Gluey!

Dimas took a sip of saliva, then left without saying goodbye by holding Lala.

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