I'm Waiting for Your Widow
Pil

Rika looked at Lala strangely, because all the way Lala just sat quietly in the back. Even when he spoke first Lala did not listen at all, even until now they have arrived and Lala is still not aware of it.

"La!!!" Rika who had opened her helmet began to raise the tone of voice, so that Lala could hear her voice.

Lala flinched, and when Lala woke up from her daydream, she began to look around, "Udah nyampek?" lala asked in surprise, because she felt she had just been riding a motorcycle in the bonceng by Rika.

"Huuuff....." Rika took a breath, and both of them had now come down from the top of the bike, "Lu Napa anyway?" ask Rika.

"Me?" ask Lala back.

"Who else is trying!" annoyed Rika, then her hand reflexively pulled Lala's arm to have the two go hand in hand.

"Saturday....." Lala who was not okay immediately fell, actually it was common to do Rika to him. But Lala never fell, even Lala was often pulling Rika firmly and suddenly. But this time everything seemed different, the pain in his body seemed to make him weak.

Rika was surprised that Lala had fallen, with guilt she started crouching, "Lala sorry, I pulled her so hard huh?" ask Rika with guilt.

Lala was still downcast enjoying the growing pain running through her body, but what could she say to Rika at this moment.

"What are you looking for?" ask Rika who is confused, because Lala is now even looking for something in her bag without wanting to get up first.

After getting what he was looking for Lala took one grain, and he immediately swallowed it. Lala did not want to lose consciousness, let herself be slowly destroyed. But he must survive in order to be reunited with the Father, no matter the pain of birth or inner. Now Lala again tried to stand up straight, without anyone knowing the wound she was feeling.

"So yuk," Lala immediately went hand in hand with Rika who was walking beside her, for Lala the pain was a common thing. Even Lala did not want to trouble anyone anymore.

Throughout the class, Lala just fell asleep while laying her head on the table, not hearing anything else see the face of the lecturer who was standing in front of there. The medicine he swallowed worked so well that he did not cry or get hysterical.

"Lala," Mr. Bimo began to wake Lala who was sound asleep.

"La....." Rika also shakes Rika's body, and hopes Lala wakes up soon.

"Shhhhhh...." Lala began to hold her head, she slowly woke up and saw Mr. Bimo who was staring at her, "Sorry sir, I fell asleep," said Lala again.

Mr. Bimo saw Lala's face was very pale, there was a sense of pity that he felt when he saw Lala, "I wait in my room," said Mr. Bimo and he left just like that, because the material is finished.

Lala began to recline her body, still like this morning she opened the bag again and swallowed one pill, believe me nothing is free in this world. Everything had to be paid for in any way, and now he really had to be able to stand on his feet. Although vibrating.

"Lala, you've been wondering how many pills today?!" rika's starting to panic.

Lala smiled, "No papa, it's the rule of the drug like that," Lala lied so that Rika did not panic, "I went to Mr. Bimo's room first," said Lala.

"I'm coming along" Rika said and she quickly stood up, "I'm waiting in front of Mr. Bimo's room."

Lala did not forbid Rika to come with him, after all, Rika's intentions were quite good.

Tok to tok.

"Get in!!!"

Lala began to push the door slowly, and after she entered her hand again closed the door. While Rika waited outside the room, as she promised.

"Excuse me sir" said Lala.

"Sit down" Mr. Bimo pointed to the chair that was in front of him.

Lala and Mr. Bimo are now sitting opposite each other, with a table that is the barrier between the two.

Lala nodded, and her current thoughts were not about work. Except when last night happened.

"Pak Dimas!!!!" lala shouted and this was somehow for the number of times she shouted.

The drug-controlled and unconscious Dimas actually treated her like an animal, without any compassion. Even this morning Lala saw a face There was no sin, even Dimas sat with Zea next to him. It was so painful for Lala, she realized she was just a woman who didn't deserve to be loved. But he is also human he wants to be a little appreciated, no matter he is dirty or not. This is obviously very painful.

Mr. Bimo who saw Lala drifting in his mind started to be confused.

"God!!!"

"God!!!"

"God!!!"

I don't know how many times, but the last call with a high enough tone made Lala wake up from her daydream.

"Yes Mr. Bimo."

"You why?" ask Mr. Bimo.

Lala shook her head without answering with her seedlings.

"Yes," Mr. Bimo seems to be able to guess if Lala is not okay, but he will not torture Lala with his question, "This," mr. Bimo gave a box of small size to Lala, "This is my apology," continued Bimo again.

Lala looked at the cell phone box in front of her, Lala's hand held the box, "Sorry sir, but I can't take it," Lala returned the box to Mr. Bimo.

"Why?"

"I don't want a debt of gratitude, and I don't know what to pay for it later" Lala explained.

"No.. No, this doesn't have to be paid. This I give to you."

"But I'm sorry, sir" Lala refused, not that she was needless or arrogant. But he did not want to have to pay for this with himself, enough Dimas to use his body as payment.

"Please, and I don't want any rejection. Anyway you need this, just think of this as your salary when you were an employee at the cafe yesterday" said Mr. Bimo who continued to force Lala to receive a phone from him.

Lala stared at the cell phone box, and she was still very hesitant.

"Come, and if you're you you can get back to work."

Lala nodded, and she received the phone. Because of the bad taste, after all maybe he can go back to work there is the most interesting thing for Lala.

"Thank you sir, and I'm sorry."

Lala turned the doorknob and saw Rika still faithfully waiting for him there, "Yuk!" lala told Rika.

"Yeah!" answer Rica.

Just as the two were about to step suddenly there was a burly man standing before Lala, Lala quickly puffed up.

Tears began to slide from those pitch-black eyes, it felt like it hurt like it was on the pricks of thousands of daggers.