LOVE WINARSIH

104. Akung and Uti

That day was Winarsih's schedule to return home from the hospital. Early in the morning Dean had woken up to clean up his wife and child's equipment. Winarsih was in the bathroom when the door was knocked.

Ryan seemed to have just come with Novi by bringing a line of groceries Dean's order. Novi looks more cheerful and fresh. Don't know what they're doing out there as long as both of their employers are in the hospital.

"Sir, I want a report" Ryan said.

"Nov, please help my wife first. I'm going down to the lobby. Tell me I have the same thing with Ryan. Speaking of work issues. Pay the bills. Tell me it's Nov," Dean said.

It seems that from now on Dean should be more detailed every time he excuses his wife. He couldn't bear to accept Winarsih's subtle insinuations since hearing Genk Duda Akut's conversation yesterday.

"This cake used to be gih, tired of limping so it continues," said Ryan while handing back a stick to his boss.

Dean grabbed the stick proffered by Ryan and put it back on his right elbow.

"This actually wants to heal, only a little pain if it is made in a way of spit-cepet," said Dean

"So at home can be removed, so not spoiled too."

"Manja--" Dean said cynically to his secretary.

"What time is it outside the hospital, sir?" ask Novi to Dean.

"Wait for the Obstetrician to visit last, maybe a little later," replied Dean. "Here let me go downstairs and pay the bill."

"Okay sir" said Novi.

"Yes, let me finish the bill. Take the office cash," said Ryan.

"No need, lahiran bini grotto. More convenient to use money from your own debit card." Dean laughed to see Ryan sneering.

They arrived at a cafeteria in the hospital lobby. Ryan placed a brown envelope on the table and opened the contents.

Those are the photos reported yesterday by the agency they hired. The agent was recruited from two different companies. The two were tasked to see the movements of Dennis Atmaja and Disty. Deliberately recruited from two agents because Dean wanted to get results from two different angles.

"Fix Disty has dropped the content, Dennis Atmaja clearly does not want to," ryan said while presenting photos of Disty who was wearing a hospital uniform and a photo list of patients and their needs obtained from the reception desk.

"Abortion is illegal. But I think Dennis Atmaja has a pretty good partner for him. Various reasons can be made. Next up?"

"It's Disty's photos again at the airport. The purpose of the flight to Palembang. Disty's relationship with Dennis Atmaja is over. The stabbing case was Dennis Atmaja's promise to Disty."

"With a considerable amount of money certainly. Disty won't leave anything to earn for her life."

"Sir Dean still had to come to the hearing to testify about the stabbing case," Ryan said.

"It looks like that, but the one that hit the cave does not look like it?"

"Our agent can't get street CCTV footage, sir" Ryan said. "So right now the only case is Hartono Coil?".

Dean nodded.

"His Backup Dennis Atmaja was already a Minister class as well. Entrepreneurs of this country. Although the case will also stagnate and difficult to process. You know it yourself. The cave anyway wants to have a way that makes Dennis stop disturbing Papa. Let them spend their retirement years in peace and respect for each other. Actually before this, Dennis also did not get hot with Papa. Just a business competition. This is all because of Disty. Dennis just wants to bales budi because it has empowered Disty a lot so far. The point is because the cave is also Yan. Disty came back to Palembang too because Dennis was fed up. Dennis didn't want his family to know either. Especially her grandchildren a lot. There was no way he would trade it all for the sake of a woman he could still find another one. Dennis's a man, the cave's gonna be like that, too."

After speaking at length, Dean opened his mineral water cover to consume half of its contents.

"You mean you're going to be like him, too, how? can you find another woman?" asked Ryan plain-ass.

"I mean more choosy Yan family, than that woman. Ah you, but yes the name of a man does not rule out the possibility as well. Yeah, isn't it?" Dean raised his eyebrows and blinked his eyes.

"Oh sir, style really! just want to come down here a explanation to his wife already like exposure to evidence in court." Ryan slammed. Dean melengos's.

After spending a handsome workout full of patient lunch rations as well as an additional two loaves of bread, Winarsih smiled sumringah looking at her husband.

Ryan and Novi had gone down first carrying two large bags belonging to Winarsih and the baby.

"Win, that's Dirja's babysitter waiting at home. Yesterday's novi I asked for. So you're not tired."

"Actually I'm also okay if you don't use a babysitter. I rarely go to the kitchen, so I'm not tired."

"The babysitter cake is also for the sake of my inner calm. You're the one who said it's okay. If you're tired, that's all I win. Cook from morning until you want to sleep you hold the baby continues, hold me when."

"Just like the child himself" whispered Winarsih.

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"Congratulations Win... Now you have a baby," exclaimed Mr. Lutfi in front of the terrace of the house when Winarsih just got off the car.

Dean who heard the words of Mr. Lutfi immediately chimed in, "call him using 'Bu'. Bu Winarsih's. Mr. Dean and Mr. Winarsih" said Dean pointing to himself and his wife in turn.

"Eh yes sir," replied Mr. Lutfi grimacing.

"Where's dad?" asked Dean who was holding Dirja.

"There's a sir,"

"That elevator's been serviced?"

"Udah sir, it's done. It can be used again" replied Lutfi quickly.

"Okay, makasi." Dean then entered the house following Winarsih who was standing under the stairs.

"No need to go up the stairs, the side elevator can already be made. Later you take a lot of walks, that link you so long to heal. I'm the one who's in the fog, too." Dean grabbed Winarsih's shoulder and took her walking to the right side of the house.

"Aren't they being serviced for Amalia's mom? make it easy if you want to go down," asked Winarsih.

"Yes, that's also the reason darling," replied Dean quickly winked at his wife.

"We go to Mama's room first yuk, want to?" ask Dean carefully. He did not want to force Winarsih if his wife was still feeling tired and unprepared for his mother's reaction.

"Yes, I want to." Winarsih. Of course he wanted to visit his female in-laws. As a mother, she would definitely not refuse if Dirja brought a child who would be introduced to her later.

When Mr. Hartono opened the door, Ms. Amalia was sitting on her wheelchair watching television. This time it was a Mulan movie. His face looks fresher. Looks like Miss Amalia just woke up from her nap.

"Grandson has come home!" exclaimed Mr. Hartono in front of the room door. His hand was immediately stretched out to retrieve Dirja from Dean's sling.

"From here, Akung wants to carry first," Mr. Hartono hugged Dirja in his arms carefully.

"Ma, look. It looks like you are Ma. It's like Dean in a baby. Dean looks like Mama" said Mr. Hartono, who walked closer to his wife's wheelchair.

Mr. Hartono sat on the edge of the bed and Winarsih pushed Bu Amalia's wheelchair closer to her husband.

"Mama has not been able to carry," said Mr. Hartono approaching Dirja who is still asleep in front of his wife.

"Come, by the way dong Ma, Mama wants to be called the same Dirja." Dean crouched down near his mother's feet. Winarsih who stood behind Bu Amalia did not dare to imagine the expression on her mother-in-law's face.

Winarsih looked at the faces of Mr. Hartono and Dean alternately. Implied meaning full of hope is as great to see Bu Amalia can react when looking at Dirja.

Winarsih's gaze moved on Dean's ivory white fingers holding his mother's hand. The shape of their fingers is exactly the same as the same skin color.

Mr. Hartono said, Dean is the male version of Ms. Amalia. Her husband got the beauty of his birth mother.

"Dirja Ma, her name is Dirja Dean said. Mama wants to be called the same Dirja. C'mon talk. Wanted to this." Mr. Hartono again hugged Dirja who was seen wriggling in his blanket.

"Akung's grandson has woken up" said Mr. Hartono. The sound of Dirja's crying that seems to have been thirsty made Mr. Hartono a little confused.

Ms. Amalia looks back Dirja who is letting out her baby's cries. Due to the stroke that had struck a part of her face, Ms. Amalia's expression was flat. But the look in his eyes showed that he was a little impatient when he saw Dirja writhing in tears.

"Here Pa. I think Dirja is thirsty. Yeah, well, we go to the room first, Pa, let him suck." Dean stood up to take the baby.

Mr. Hartono's face seemed a little disappointed when the first grandson was taken from his hands.

"U-ti." said Ms. Amalia.

Dean and Winarsih who had already stepped towards the door turned to look at her mother's back. Mr. Hartono's face looked delighted.

"Let's try Ma called again, Dean and Winarsih want to hear," pinta Pak Hartono.

"Uti" repeated Amalia.

Dean and Winarsih looked as if they could not believe that Ms. Amalia had just opened the door of her heart to the Grandchild.

The To Be Continued.....