I'm Waiting for Your Widow
Ungrasped

The night felt increasingly late, for some reason a pair of eyelids have not been closed comfortably. Is not the time of night is the right time to release all the fatigue that exists, the night wind that blows feels soothing to the heart that continues in anxiety.

Anxious in life that does not get a goal, a deeper longing for a beakbaya man who is usually called Dad. As well as the most priceless one-of-a-kind treasure, staring at the sky with a month but full of stars.

Lala's lips smiled beautifully, perhaps right now she was the moon shining beautifully in the dark sky. Standing alone but having a lot of affection from the people around him, that is all that can be concluded by the heart that is trying to stand upright.

An unexpected marriage with a very young age, not even a corn has failed just like that. Even able to change his world in an instant, never imagined going through this difficult time in his life. But this is in fact a deep wound, not just about love that does not arrive. But also the sacrifices that are not berusai, which there only leave a lot of wounds to be difficult to accept.

"Why not sleep yet."

Dimas saw Lala sitting in the back garden swing. At first Dimas saw Lala from the balcony, and now he approached her.

Lala realized her swing from earlier moving, and now came to a halt after a voice she knew was heard.

Never wrong, the voice was already beautifully framed in his heart. Even so he can only hold the taste and bury all the love that exists. Unbecoming, not worth it, no longer beautiful. Yet strangely why that sense could never be lost, perhaps that person was like a star in the sky. Beautiful scattered but not reachable, can only see the beauty alone.

"What are you thinking?"

Dimas knew without him Lala was busy in his mind, Dimas went up to the swing and sat facing each other with Lala. I don't know even if it's a very dark night, but the woman's face is quite soothing. Why do you realize it now? How strange.

"Self why haven't you slept?"

Lala did not want Dimas to know about what he was thinking, and he preferred to ask Dimas again. After all, what he thinks may not be something important, so it is not important to say.

Dimas smiled as he looked at Lala, but sure enough he had not been able to fall asleep, "Oh, suddenly I'm in this place" Dimas replied with a sigh.

Lala nodded, then she looked the other way. According to Lala too sick to look at Dimas, I don't know. Dimas' face was still too attached to Lala's heart, the feeling was still the same but still Dimas could not have. Not wanting to misinterpret Dimas' kindness, until now Lala really limited himself.

"Sorry," said Dimas suddenly breaking the silence between the two.

Lala turned to look at Dimas, she was quite confused by the apology expressed by Dimas.

"I'm sorry to have spoken to you so rudely" continued Dimas who understood Lala's face looking at him questioningly.

"Is that necessary sir?" ask Lala back.

Dimas nodded, "I think it's necessary that I was very rude to you, once" Dimas said as he looked at Lala.

Lala looked down, Lala felt Dimas' gaze was different. That look felt very deep. Yet again still for the same reason, Dimas is a star in the sky that is not grasped. Can only see without being able to touch, can only dream without being able to have.

There are grains of clear liquid that wants to fall from the eyelids, but as strong as possible in resistant because it does not want to be said not to know themselves. Lala has been very grateful, so she will not ask for more. Let all feelings be buried tightly without needing to be shown.

Lala nodded, "Yes," Lala replied. Actually, not only thinking about her father, but Lala also thought of the reason Dimas last afternoon wanted to kiss her lips. Actually Lala woke up when Dimas put her on the bed, but because of the influence of drugs that still mastered it he was unable to open his eyes. Until Lala suddenly felt that Dimas' face was only a few inches away from her, Lala did not want to make Dimas embarrassed until he pretended to be asleep and did not know anything. Lala was still confused and wondering, but the answer she got was their agreement in the hotel room. If he's gonna pay it to Dimas.

The heart seemed to be getting scratched, slashed with wounds. Shame mixed with love seems to be mixed into one, but let it be like this. Close to her alone has made Lala's heart feel happy, she can only be dreamed of without being able to have.

"If you're cured, I promise to take you to Germany" Dimas said.

"Thank you, sir," said Lala with an increasingly happy heart, "I don't understand what way you should repay your kindness."

"Actually I want to talk something, I don't understand it either, but," Dimas stared at Lala's face as he stared at her, momentarily pausing the words he wanted to say. Weighing with a truly mature heart. But the question is still whether the love that Lala used to have for her, will all of it now disappear with time and sharp words that she often used to say.

"What do you want to say?" lala asked, because Dimas seemed silent while looking at her.

Dimas regained consciousness and he returned to neutralizing himself, it felt quite difficult to say. But this was like the spit he threw away and now he swallowed it again, so disgusting. But it feels hard to forget.

Lala continued to stare at Dimas, not knowing what words wanted to come out of Dimas' lips until he looked heavy enough to talk.

"No one forget it, you're sleeping now. Tomorrow we go to college" said Dimas who did not want to continue the words he wanted to say.

Lala nodded, not wanting to force Dimas to continue speaking.

"Dimas," call Mama Yeni.

Dimas and Lala twisted their necks and looked at Mama Yeni.

"Why Ma?" ask Dimas.

"There's Zea in the living room, she said she wants to see you" Mana Yeni said.

"Zee?" dimas asked confusedly, what was with Zea who suddenly came and met him again, "I go in first," Dimas went straight back in.

Lala just stared at Dimas from a distance, slowly Dimas began to disappear because in the distance swallowed.

"Hiks..hiks...hiks.." Lala's cry broke, as she was unable to hold back the tears of uneasiness. I don't know when this taste can hold.

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Othor continued if the vote went up, hehehe. Othor doesn't want bobo sok saucy.