LOVE WINARSIH

1. Winarsih

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This novel is entirely fiction. If there is a similarity of place and name of the character, it is just a coincidence.

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"Mom, Winar pity Yanto. Yanto should be able to go to school in a special place for children. But in the village there is none. Yanto should have been able to be more independent at his age," said Winarsih to his mother who was washing her feet in a spring near a rice field.

"How do you want it, Win? You, right, already know that our livelihood is only working on the rice fields owned by people. To eat alone we are still lacking," replied Sumi sad.

"Mas Utomo took Winar to work for the city, Mom. The Capital. Mas Ut said to Winar, after Mas Ut passed his two-year contract, Mas Ut will apply for Winar," said Winarsih enthusiastically while lifting the hoe and bucket that his mother had just finished washing.

"You're just graduating Junior High who wants to work in the city? Utomo just finished high school and became a laborer there. You're not worried about even bothering him?" Sumi looks uninspired as she imagines her only daughter is leaving the house.

"Bus ... I already know, right, that Winar really likes to learn? You know also that Winar from SD is an accomplished student? Winar does not want us to live like this. Since Dad died to ngasi Yanto nutritious food we can not afford. Especially if Yanto is sick. Once upon a time I believed in Winar. Winar wants to give our family a more decent life. After all, Winar was worried that Mas Utomo would be bullied by the city girl. He'll forget about Winar." Winarsih pouted with a spoiled face to melt her mother's heart.

"You must be home, right, Win?" Ms. Sumi stopped cleaning her hoe and lunch container to look at her daughter's face.

"Yes, definitely, Mom. This Beringin Village where Winar was born and raised. This village is a place where everyone Winar loves passes his days. In this village also the deceased father is buried. Winar must have come back to pick up Mom and Yanto. The ideals of Winar living in this world just want to see Mother live a quiet and happy life. That's aja. Winar pity to see Mother every day bathing sweat in the middle of the rice field that does not even belong to Mother anymore." Winarsih.

Ms. Sumi returned to cleaning the equipment. The old woman put the lunch container that Winarsih had brought earlier in the day into a large bucket and placed the bucket over her head.

“Ayo, home. It's afternoon. Poor Yanto may be hungry after a day of peeling cinnamon,” said Bu Sumi then walked ahead of her daughter to get out of the rice field to the main road of the village.

“So I allow Winar, right?” insist Winarsih again.

“What do you want to work in the city, Win? Although you are smart, but you are only a graduate of SMP.” Sumi reminded Winarsih.

“Winar as household assistant, Mom. That's the language of the city. If in the village we call it as a maid or babu. Winar is okay, Mom. What matters is Winar's salary. It is not too tired and a lot. Said his acquaintance Mas Utomo, Winar's employer later an official, Mom. Families that are rich are hereditary. There are many maids in her house. Winar only helps in the kitchen because Winar can cook. Mas Utomo said Winar's employer's house will be very big. Similar palace. So big the house, it could be that Winar will never meet with Winar's employer later. Winar can go, right, ma'am? Mas Utomo must have taken care of Winar in town. Mas Utomo can also visit Winar every weekend.”

Winarsih explained at length to his mother who was still flinching.

"Actually you have known from the past that you do not agree you are close to him. You want to be weird, Win,” annoyed Bu Sumi when she heard Winarsih repeatedly mention the name Utomo which seemed to continue to influence her daughter to go to the city.

“Means Mas Utomo well, Mom. Mas Utomo was also always good to Winar. You can't judge others so much." Winarsih back pouting.

“You sure you can take care of yourself in the city?” mum Sumi asked again without seeing her daughter.

“Yakin Bu,” firmly Winarsih

“Mother never demands anything from you and Yanto. You were born into this world because your mother wanted it. I don't want your happiness to be a burden" Sumi said when she stopped her steps.

Sumi turned her head towards Winarsih who was waiting for her to speak. In a moment they would arrive in front of the alley leading to the house.

“Win, I can't ask you not to leave this village while there's nothing I can offer. Go if you are sure you want to go. Take care of yourself as well as possible. Do not trust anyone but yourself, including Utomo. Just believe it. Don't hang anything on anyone else. And remember, Win .. when you've decided something, that's the destiny you have to live. Never regret it. No matter how old you are, you are still a precious mother's little daughter. You understand, Son?”

The long, gentle advice that had just been finished by Bu Sumi managed to make Winarsih's eyes heat up. His eyes were already teary-eyed about to cry and the tears instantly fell unstoppable.

Winarsih was unable to answer the words of Ms. Sumi. His head just nodded many times.

“Do not cry. That Yanto was already waving from the front of the house. Later to see her brother cry she even joined in crying.”

Ms. Sumi wiped away the tears on Winarsih's cheek with her left hand. His right hand was still holding a large bucket that was at the top of his head.

“Mother want to masakin what for dinner?” ask Winarsih.

“What do you want to eat, every day we eat differently?” sindir Bu Sumi's.

“Today there is something different, salted eggs that Winar made last week can be eaten today," said Winarsih cheerfully while hugging his mother's shoulder.

Yanto who saw the arrival of his mother and brother jumped up and down in excitement. The 14-year-old man with Down syndrome immediately greeted Ms Sumi to pick up her mother's bucket.

Although Yanto was a child with special privileges, everyday Yanto took wages to peel cinnamon.

Every morning cinnamon farmers deliver several baskets of cinnamon that must be cleaned with a knife.

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That night Winarsih had promised to meet Utomo at a former postal cottage located almost on the border of their neighboring village. The distance is a bit far and Winarsih plans to borrow his neighbor's bike as usual.

Winarsih and Utomo have met there secretly since the beginning of their relationship three years ago.

The former postal cottage is often used as a meeting place for couples who have not received permission from their parents.

Sumi never allowed her daughter to date Utomo. Although in fact Bu Sumi knew of Winarsih's relationship with one of the middlemen's children in the village, Bu Sumi never showed the attitude of approving it on the grounds Winarsih was too young to establish a serious relationship.

The old woman did not want her daughter to get married too soon like most girls in their village.

And Utomo who understood Bu Sumi's attitude never forced Winarsih to immediately persuade her mother to accept her as a future daughter-in-law.

As a result, the 24-year-old man never flanked Winarsih on Saturday night like most couples going out in their village.

At that time, Winarsih who was so enthusiastic went to visit the new High School, using a bicycle with some friends.

Arriving in front of the school gate, they met some young men who turned out to be high school students who had just graduated and were about to take their diploma.

Winarsih who was a 15-year-old teenager at the time was so stunned when she met Utomo who was considered very handsome and macho.

Several subsequent meetings also melt Winarsih's heart to accept Utomo as her boyfriend.

Winarsih is a sweet yellow-skinned lady with a height of 160 centimeters. His hair was curly shoulder-length, always pigtailed to form a tall ponytail.

For women who are full-bodied and plump, Winarsih can be said to be quite agile and alert at work.

His face shape is perfectly oval with full lips and eyes that radiate intelligence.

Some young men in his village openly liked Winarsih with several times coming to visit his hut.

But Winarsih is still Winarsih who only knows Utomo as a man who is in his heart.

Years passed, and their relationship entered its sixth year. And during that time, Utomo had been working in a factory as a foreman.

For the size of life in their village, the work and salary received by Utomo is quite satisfactory.

But not for Utomo. The man has a dream to be able to live in a big city and have a more established life.

Utomo had to collect his salary as capital to go to work in the capital and continue his education there even without the father's consent.

Utomo's father wanted Utomo to inherit and manage several acres of his rice fields. His father had even chosen a girl to marry Utomo later.

Poor Winarsih destitute never entered into the count of Utomo's father in choosing a candidate for his son-in-law.

Utomo's father; Mr. Mukhlis did not want Utomo to bear the burden of Winarsih's family life which he said ‘too poor’.

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“Kok, you were so long?” utomo asked Winarsih who had just arrived at the former postal cottage.

Winarsih leaned her borrowed bicycle on one of the lodge's poles. The woman approached Utomo who was sitting docked to the wall of the post that looked like a hut in the middle of the rice field so as not to be seen from a distance.

“So I fed Yanto first before coming here. The promise is being crushed," said Winarsih while sitting next to her lover.

“Where? Your mother gave permission?” ask Utomo impatiently.

“Already,” replied Winarsih smiling.

“Seriously? Seriously you're leaving with me to town?” utomo asked again to convince him of what he had just heard.

“Serious,” said Winarsih back with sparkling eyes.

Utomo immediately pulled Winarsih into his arms. For a few moments, the pair of people hugged in the dark.

“I'm so happy, Win,” Utomo said while kissing her lover's hair.

“I'm happy too, Mas. Moreover, Mas Ut said, Mas Ut will continue his studies in the capital. I can wait for Mas Ut. I also promised Mom that one day I would take Yanto to therapy in the city,” Winarsih said naively and enthusiastically to Utomo.

Utomo released his embrace on Winarsih's body. He looked at the girl wearing a flower-patterned shirt and a long skirt under her red knees with a frowning forehead.

“You mean, we got married after I finished college? So?” ask Utomo.

“Iya, Mas. I'm patient, really. At least we should have the blessing of both our parents. Mas must prove to Mas Ut's father that the choice of Mas Ut to go to the city is not wrong. We have to prove it to our parents, Mas.”

Winarsih looked Utomo in the dark.

“Again, I'm still 21. We save a lot of time,” continued Winarsih.

“But I want us to get married in the near future, Win.”

“Must be that fast, Mas?” ask Winarsih.

“I want you to be my wife soon. Two years waiting for the contract to expire maybe I can not afford it," concluded Utomo.

I can't stand having to constantly hold myself together with you Utomo said in his heart.

Which man stayed close to this beautiful and beautiful Winarsih, he thought.

"My ideas are many, my mother. I want to make Mom and Yanto happy first. Mas Ut knows for himself since my father died our lives are very short. I'm sorry to see you have to heat up in a paddy field that doesn't even belong to her." Winarsih stared at the trees in front of her.

"If you're married, I'll help your mother and Yanto, Win. Besides, I'm worried that if you don't rush to marry you, you're smitten by another man" Utomo said.

Winarsih looked at her lover with a half incredulous look. Utomo who was in front of him at this time turned out to be a man who he valued selfishly.

Since then, the man has not tried to understand what he said.

**To** be continued