I'm Waiting for Your Widow
Zira Son Dimitri

This morning the Sun began to rise towards the top of the sky, its light so brightly illuminated the earth. But the nest is not as bright as the heart of a woman trapped into the trap of her own stepmother. Lala stood on the balcony of her room, rather her room was with Dimitri. Lala was sleeping on the floor, and Dimitri was sleeping on the bed. For a moment Lala remembered when she was about to get married, at that time Sarika came to her who was sitting alone in the room.

"Lala," Sarika immediately sat down beside Lala.

Lala who was initially unaware of Sarika slowly regained her senses, she smiled, "Yes Ma'am," Lala leaned directly on her mother's shoulder as usual.

"You must be sad?" guess Sarika, Sarika's hand stroked Lala's hair as usual, she really looks like a mother who loves her children.

"When did you realize, Mom?" asked Lala who was now staring at Sarika.

"Patience," Sarika hugged Lala warmly again, "You must be patient, later I will be healed," Sarika added again, "If Dad has done the operation, he must be together with us again."

Lala fell silent and listened to the words of the operation said by Sarika, "Mom, what if Lala married Mr. Dimitri she really wanted to finance Dad?" ask Lala.

"Yes, because Mr. Dimitri was looking for a wife, if you marry her I'm sure she will definitely make you happy" Sarika assured Lala.

Lala fell silent again she remembered the face of the father who had been unconscious for days, even the situation was getting worse. Then Lala also remembered Dimas. Lala's heart ached because Dimas was never the slightest bit interested in her, even though he had been very trying to blatantly approach Dimas.

"Yes Mom, Lala agreed to marry Dimitri, "Lala nodded and wiped the tears that had dripped from her eyes.

The wishful thinking, the happy word said by Sarika is only a shadow without becoming a reality. Lala even found the reality bitter, because Sarika was not as good as she had thought. In addition Dimitri is so cruel that it leaves many red marks on him, but there is another one that makes Lala worse. Until now also his father has not done the operation as previously promised.

"What are you doing there?" dimitri asked with a cold voice.

Lala woke up and wiped her tears, she looked at Dimitri who was wearing a tie around her neck.

"Why keep quiet, make me coffee!" dimitri's Edit.

"Yes," Lala quickly headed for the kitchen and brewed a cup of coffee for Dimitri. And put it on the table, because Dimitri was sitting there.

"Good morning dear" said Sarika who had just arrived with Zira.

"Sister, Lala," Zira immediately hugged Lala. As usual, the brothers always loved each other.

"How are you?" lala asked smiling.

"Okay, sister" said Zira again.

"Ehem," Dimitri cleared his throat and Lala halted his conversation with Zira, as he had to serve Dimitri for breakfast.

"Zira's sitting!" said Sarika.

"Yes Ma'am," Zira sat down sweetly she really did not know anything, which she knew only Lala was now married and they visited Lala's house.

"What else!" bentak Dimitri's.

"I.iya Mas," Lala trembled, and she took the rice for Dimitri. Then Lauk.

"I don't want that one!" dimitri.

Lala put it back down and took the others.

"I don't like that one" Dimitri said.

"Which side dish do you want?" ask Lala to be brave.

"You dare challenge me?" Dimitri stood up and looked at Lala sharply.

"Sir, what are you doing!" furious Zira, he really did not think to see his brother treated so harshly.

"Zira!" Sarika looked at Zira sharply, "No need to interfere in other people's affairs!" said Sarika.

"Mother what the hell?" Zira shook her head and did not get out of thought with the mother who looked ordinary, "Kak Lala again in the snapping of Bu," said Zira again.

"Zira!" sarika's voice was slightly raised.

"Dear Lord Dimitri, please respect my brother!" zira growled without caring about Sarika's anger.

"He's your father!" sarika said that made Zira and Lala surprised.

"Dad?" lala asked confusedly.

"Mom's out of her mind!" timpal Zira's.

"Zira, he's your father.and not the Atmaja you've been calling Dad!" sarika.

"Zira doesn't want to!"

"Dragon's talking, your father is not an Atmaja!" said Sarika again.

"That means you've betrayed Dad?" ask Zira again.

"Mother was not betrayed, from the beginning did Mother have a relationship with your Father Dimitri, until finally Mother had to pretend to fall in love with Atmaja and marry him, until finally I had to pretend to fall in love with Atmaja, until now, it had arrived and it was all at its peak." Sarika explained smilingly, "And now you should know that he is your father" Sarika pointed to Dimitri.

"O, so you set up Lala's sister?" Zira was really disappointed in the mother, "Zira was not willing to be this son of a bastard, Zira was also unwilling to have a traitor mother!" Zira just left, she did not know about this shocking thing. What else Sarika says is that she is Dimitri's child, then what kind of relationship Sarika has been doing all this time.

After Zira's departure, Lala simply fell silent and shed tears. He also did not expect and felt disgusted at Sarika because she was idolized, even giving birth to children. Not only disgusted at Sarika, but also at Dimitri, it felt unkind when Dimitri touched her even if only a fingernail.

"Why silence?!" dimitri asked, "Remove those tears."

Lala quickly wiped away her tears, and she looked back at Dimitri. Lala was still standing beside Dimitri who was sitting on the dining table chair.

"Basic is useless," Dimitri took a cup of coffee, and gulped it down.

Chees.

Dimitri spat on the floor, "Nothing is right!" Dimitri.

Lala gasped in shock, she was completely terrified as to what else would happen next.

"From now on you have to learn to cook, mop, including brewing coffee!" dimitri.

"Yes," Lala nodded.

"Well what!" there was no soft tone, there was only a rough tone as Dimitri spoke to him.

"Honey," Sarika got up from her seat, and she stood before Dimitri who was also standing, "Don't be angry, when are we having fun? It's been a while, hasn't it?" asked Sarika who started to wrap her hands around Dimitri's nape.

Dimitri looked at Lala, then turned to look at Sarika. Dimitri quickly wrapped his hands around Sarika's waist, and the two made friendly outfits.

Lala bowed and left, she went to the garden beside the mansion and cried out, "Hiks..."