I'm Waiting for Your Widow
Marriage Contract

"Here you go, come with me to the office!"

Dimas did not want to argue with Lala, because his wife would not understand. Dimas did not want to argue.

"Sir, Lala has class" said Lala, who did not want to go home.

Dimas stopped walking and Lala stopped too, and now Dimas looked at Lala.

"You're my assistant, aren't you?" ask Dimas.

"Yes, but......" Lala put on a face and was afraid that Dimas would get angry.

"Yes come with me, your lecturer today is also Bimo the mackerel!" annoyed Dimas and he pulls Lala back along with him.

Lala no longer refuted, she just declined and went along with Dimas. Until Dimas finally opened the car door and Lala went straight in, then sat sweetly beside Dimas.

Dimas continued to drive his car through the streets, Lala sat quietly beside him. I don't know what the 18-year-old was thinking.

Sometimes Dimas would steal a glance at his wife, "Think what?" ask Dimas. At first glance he glanced at Lala, after which he refocused on looking at the streets.

Lala now turned to look at Dimas, but he was still silent. Without him Lala hesitated to ask Dimas.

Dimas glanced back at Lala, "What do you want to say?" ask Dimas again.

"Sir Dimas, we are married" said Lala hesitantly and in a small voice.

"Then?" asked Dimas again, because Lala was just silent without him Dimas knew Lala was very difficult to ask.

"Are we married on her contract?" ask Lala again with courage.

Citttt.

Dimas immediately braked suddenly when he heard Lala's question, Dimas was very surprised and did not expect if the question came out of Lala's mouth.

"I....." Lala staggered forward, and her head hit the dashboard.

Tin..tin...

The sound of a car horn from behind, because Dimas stopped in the middle of the road.

"Sir Dimas why did it suddenly stop?" lala asked confusedly.

Dimas didn't care about the car horn back there, he was now just staring at Lala. Even he did not care about Lala's question as to why she had stopped suddenly, which only Dimas cared about Lala's question regarding their marriage contract.

"There!" dimas replied, "There's our marriage contract, and you have to sign it" Dimas continued.

Deg.

Lala instantly fell silent while staring at Dimas, one tear Lala just fell down.

"Why?!" ask Dimas.

Lala smiled wryly, and shook her head because she did not know what else to say. Dimas immediately returned the car.

Dimas parked his car in the basement of the apartment, a second later he got off and opened the car door for Lala.

Lala began to realize that now Dimas has parked his car, he did not ask. Because his heart was still trying to come to terms with Dimas' words just now. Until they finally reached the twentieth floor, and Dimas pulled Lala into his apartment.

No words came out of Lala's mouth, she just stood still and stood in the large living room.

"Why stand there?" ask Dimas.

Lala nodded and instantly felt strange again, then she sat on the sofa holding her bag. Soon Dimas opened the drawer and threw two small books, green and red on the table.

Lala stared at the book, without which she could guess what it was.

"Let's sign our marriage contracts in each of those books, I've already signed your stay!" tell Dimas while throwing a ballpoint pen at the table.

Lala's hand moved towards the books, and she saw a photo of Dimas there, and then her photo was next to her again.

"Marriage book?" ask Lala.

"Quick the signature!" said Dimas again.

Lala was silent, but she again ventured to look at Dimas, "Didn't you just say we're marrying Contract?"

Gluey!

Lala took a sip of saliva upon hearing Dimas' words.

"Quick! Don't mess! Or do you like that bimo mackerel!" said Dimas again, who was still furious at Bimo who had held his wife's arm.

"Pak Dimas what the hell!" upset Lala, and he quickly signs the marriage book which Dimas says is their marriage contract with a lifetime.

"Call Aa!"

"Did?" lala asked confusedly.

"Yes dear!" answer Dimas.

Lala's face immediately flushed with widened eyes, even she was still speechless in shock at Dimas' call.

Dimas waved his hand in front of Lala's face, as Lala instantly sculpted.

"Why? Is there a problem?" ask Dimas.

Lala nodded, "Lala's heart is on deck?" lala asked foolishly, a moment later she came to her senses with her question. Then Lala quickly shut her mouth.

"Hehehe....." Dimas chuckled at Lala's playful mannerisms, if other women might not be as weird as a wife who likes to be flippant, "Indeed...deg....what is it like?" fashion Dimas.

Lala immediately covered her face with a sofa cushion, as Dimas was now sitting beside her. Lala could not believe why she was so stupid, so Lala cursed her own stupidity.

"Hayo here Aa wants to be horrified," seduced Dimas again.

"Pak Dimas!!!!" shouted Lala who was not strong with Dimas who kept teasing her.

"What dear?" dimas replied while pulling Lala into his arms.

"Lepasin..gerah tau Pak," said Lala, actually Lala did not want to be in the arms of Dimas. But he was very embarrassed, what else Dimas is now smiling while teasing himself.

"Sama, Aa's also hot! To yuk's room!" bring Dimas.

"Well?!" ask Lala foolishly.

"Ngadem," replied Dimas.

Dimas no longer listened to Lala's rejection, because Lala also only refused on the lips. The proof when Dimas lifted his body he did not move strongly.

"Sir Dimas, didn't he say he was going to the office?"

Dimas now placed Lala carefully on the bed, but he directly overcame Lala.

"The plan is so, but hear the marriage contract question from your mouth. I didn't want to go to the office" Dimas explained.

"Pack Dyed!"

"Call Aa, I missed your spoiled call long ago!" edict Dimas.

"Ish....." Lala tried to push Dimas' chest, but without him it was hard.

"Call call!" pinta Dias again.

"No! Wake up!" lala shouted while enduring the embarrassment.

"It used to be said that Aa sarangheo.." sneered Dimas again.

"Where is it!!!" lala said trying to quibble.

"What yes," Dimas's tease.

"Ish....." Lala screamed and covered her face, "Sana far away, she said she wanted to frown. This is not his name!!" pissed Lala.

"Who said it wasn't ngadem?" ask Dimas.

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Eng and eng..jreng....

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