I'm Waiting for Your Widow
Ruggedly

"Lala, actually I want to talk to you about a few things" Dimas said.

"Just talk sir," Lala let go of Dimas' hand holding her, maybe if Dimas used to be like this then Lala would be very happy. But now and then it was different, Lala was married to someone else. However, he has self-esteem and does not want to be considered cheap.

Dimas saw quite a lot of people there, "Not here" said Dimas who again held Lala's hand.

At the same time, for some reason after the incident this morning he kept flying Lala's face. Until finally he could not work well, and he contacted people at home. But they tell Lala to go to campus, Dimitri immediately goes to the campus to meet Lala. But when Dimitri sees a man holding Lala's arm, Dimitri does not like this. He was angry and quickly approached his wife.

"Sir, if you want to talk here. Because I still want to go to the hospital" Lala said.

"Just for a moment, I beg you. We're talking to sit together" Dimas asked.

"Sorry sir but," Lala was imprinted when a hand suddenly pulled her other arm, "AUuu.." Ringis Lala was in pain, then he turned around and saw Dimitri who was holding his arm quite firmly.

"Deliver!" dimitri said asking Dimas to let go of Lala's hand.

Dimas was confused and looked at Lala questioningly, "Who is he?"

"Sorry sir, but I'm married" Lala replied.

Deg.

Dimas' heart as if it were pierced by thousands of daggers, it was very painful to hear the words spoken by Lala. Though he had just wanted to say if he wanted to marry Lala immediately, but it turns out he had wasted time when Lala just kept trying to get close to him first.

"Sick," Lala whirled as Dimitri continued to pull her by force, and with a single push Lala directly into the car.

Dimas continued to pay attention to the way Dimitri treated Lala, it felt as though Dimas felt it was unnatural. Because any anger in the wife is not natural if just that.

While Dimitri continued to drive his car at high speed, it did not matter to the frightened Lala sitting beside him. Until the two finally got home, Dimitri again pulled Lala firmly. And threw Lala right on the bed.

"I don't like cheap women!" dimitri exclaimed, his gaze kept on fiery staring at Lala.

"Occupiant?" lala asked confusedly, Dimitri called her cheap. Lala was very clueless with that word.

"I'm sure now, you must love being held by men. Just like your mother was!" said Dimitri who re-energized the mending face of Sinara's former lover.

"I didn't do that, it wasn't intentionally Mas" Lala replied. Lala was terrified to see Dimitri's horrible face.

"Do you think I believe, just now I've almost been kind to you! But it seems you can't be loved" Dimitri took off his belt, and he started rolling on his hands.

"Mas," Lala got out of bed and tried to get away from Dimitri, she was so scared that the blunt thing hit her. But unfortunately there is no place to hide, with Dimitri lift the belt to make it on Lala's body.

Plaque!!!

Plaque!!!

"You must be punished. In order not to be as deviant as your mother!" dimitri's growl.

"Awuu....."

"How does it feel?" ask Dimitri.

"Mad you.... Sssst..." Lala hissed withstanding the pain on her body.

"It's just a warning! If this happens again. You'll feel more than this!" Dimitri left just like that, leaving Lala who was sobbing there.

"Dad....." Lala just called that name, because only the father she now has. And I don't know when Dimitri will keep his promise to finance his father's operation.

Lala continued to cry incessantly, as the pain she felt did not go away either. Eventually he fell asleep on the couch, because he and Dimitri won never sleep one bed. Lala felt she had nothing wrong, but why did Dimitri continue to punish her this cruel.

In the afternoon Lala woke up, she still felt a tremendous pain. But Lala still tried to wake up, because he really wanted to know the state of his father who had been this one month he did not look. Lala changed her more closed dress to cover the many bruises that framed her body. Lala went down the stairs until she finally reached the living room where someone stopped her footsteps.

"Where are you!" dimitri asked with a heavy voice.

Lala took a breath and twisted her body, "To the hospital, want to look at Dad," Lala replied with her head bowed.

"Who let you go!" ask Dimitri again.

"I beg you, I miss you, Dad" said Lala, who kept hoping Dimitri would let her.

"Honey," came the voice of Sarika who had just joined between Lala and Dimitri, as usual. He immediately struggled spoiled around Dimitri's neck, "Just let him see his dying father, maybe soon his father will die!" sarika looked down at Lala.

Lala wiped her tears, she did not expect it to turn out Sarika could be so hearty, "Enough ya! Your mouth is on guard!" furious Lala.

"You dare with me!" Sarika got up from her seat and immediately approached Lala.

Plaque!

Sarika's hand immediately landed on Lala's cheek.

"Sarika! What are you doing!" dimitri's growl. He immediately pulled Sarika and threw her on the sofa, "Don't you dare do that to her!"

"Darling do you realize, why are you defending her?" said Sarika who did not understand why Dimitri was defending Lala at the moment.

"Enough! Once again you do this. You're dealing with me!" dimitri's growl.

"Nonsense" said Sarika. During this time Dimitri had never been rude to him, but this time in the presence of Lala Dimitri scolded him. It's very embarrassing, and Sarika won't accept it with a chest of air.

"You! Back to the room!" dimitri said to Lala.

"Mas..hiks...hiks.

"I won't let you!"

"I beg you...."

Dimitri did not care about Lala's cry, he was still very upset at Dimas holding Lala's arm. Imagine it as if it made Dimitri dark-eyed, so there was no word of mercy for Lala. Even now Dimitri pulled Lala into the room.

"Ssssttt, sick," Lala groaned as her body crashed on the floor.

"Don't you dare come out without my permission!" Dimitri came out and locked the door.

"Mas open!!" lala shouted from inside, "I want to see Dad, please open.hiks.."