LOVE WINARSIH

108. Chit-chat

"What's the matter, Mom?" ask Novi.

"No idea, suddenly Mr. Dean nelfon uses his number Mr. Ryan. What's up, huh?" winarsih.

"What about Mr Dean already heard the news about the stock, huh Nov? but why not just talk?" continued Winarsih like talking to himself.

"It could be Ma'am" Novi said.

"Yes, Novi keep the notes first. I want to go to Bu Amalia, whether today I want to be accompanied to the hospital or leave with a nurse. Poor to go alone Nov. Her husband is out of town. I also feel pain alone and sad. I want Dirja's birth yesterday," said Winarsih.

Yes, it's true what he said just now. Winarsih could not bear that afternoon to let Ms. Amalia go to therapy to the hospital alone. Although there was a nurse, a personal assistant and a driver who was always by his side, Winarsih still felt the need to accompany her mother-in-law.

He felt he had to really ask whether Ms. Amalia wanted to be accompanied by him or not.

When you are sick and are required to be alone without family or relatives who accompany, anyone will certainly be discouraged. The spirit of medicine can wear off just like that. Just like when she was about to give birth to Dirja a month ago.

She kept quiet and asked about her husband a few times. But his heart was overwhelmed with anxiety and sadness that he could not describe at that moment. Their son is going outside to see the world, but his father has no news.

While remembering that, Winarsih's mind returned to a few months ago when he refused his mother who forced to go to Jakarta to meet the Hartono Family.

On returning to Jambi, Winarsih naively told her mother that she would be able to raise the child alone even without a husband.

How naive she thought that the existence of a husband during childbirth could simply be replaced.

Now Winarsih also realized new things. Although the money Dean gave him was more than enough, Dean's absence when he began to feel the pain of contractions, incarnated into another form of pain in his heart at that time.

So when Dean came, he could no longer hold back his tears. Winarsih thanked Dean who always tried to keep his promise of being a husband and a reliable father.

Winarsih slowly climbed the stairs to her mother-in-law's room.

"Ma, later in the afternoon therapy to the hospital want me to accompany?" ask Winarsih while sitting in the chair next to Ms. Amalia.

Amalia's mom who was watching a cartoon turned to her.

"No, Mama herself. Poor Dirja. Don't go to the hospital, there's a lot of viruses" Ms Amalia said very slowly and the speech intonation was very slow.

"Dirja should not be taken. I can pump ASI for his drinking supplies. It's okay, there's a nurse. Let me accompany ya," persuaded Winarsih.

Ms. Amalia then nodded slowly and turned her eyes back to the television.

"Rija's sleeping well again. Mr. Dean and Mr. Hartono have arrived at the hotel and are now on a break. Mr. Ryan said they were preparing for a small meeting with another Legal Counsel" Winarsih said.

Although her mother-in-law did not say a word, Winarsih knew that the woman would want to know the news from Kalimantan.

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"My wife is the largest Shareholder in the Cahaya Mas Group. But he is still considering sitting on the board of directors or not. You see, yahh, you know for yourself, our baby is in need of her mother's breast milk." Dean was waiting for the reaction Ara would show.

The woman clenched her mouth and nodded slowly. "Hmmm-" murmured Ara.

"Who knows? dating or dating first?" asked Ara who was still curious about Dean's wife.

"Mama. Mama who knew us before" Dean said. This time, it wasn't entirely wrong. In fact, it was his mother who introduced them.

Dean remembered the incident that day. Winarsih who was standing next to Utomo smiled sweetly with both dimples on her cheeks as she introduced herself to Ms. Amalia.

Dean remembered that actually that afternoon he had a business going to ramble-conference upon arrival at home. But the new maid who came that afternoon, caught his attention a little. Ms. Amalia asked him what he was doing on the terrace at the time. Because all the way home, Dean always noisy berewanti Pak Noto to increase the speed of the vehicle to quickly arrive home.

As it turned out, Winarsih had indeed disturbed his view since the first day his foot stepped on their house.

"It turns out you actually follow all your Mama's advice," said Ara. "A loveless marriage doesn't taste good De, like the one I had yesterday. I'm married to a man whose age is way above mine."

"My biggest problem right now is just one Ra" Dean cut.

"What?"

"I love my wife too much" Dean said. "I'm sorry to hear about your news. Even though we haven't had contact in a long time, I always hope you always get the best of your life."

"My husband love dies to me De,"

"I want to prove that I can. What Miss Amalia said to me, it's been a whip. Sometimes I want to meet your Mama," said Ara as she crossed her legs.

"Once again I hope you're happy with the choices you've made" Dean replied. He had to speak safely by just saying common things to his ex-girlfriend.

Dean who felt his legs hurt a little because they had crossed for too long, moved his seat. He felt Ara's gaze not be separated staring at him. Dean knew Ara must still be very fascinated by him at this moment.

Dean cleared his throat softly as he folded the newspaper elegantly.

"Why are your legs? the accident wound hasn't healed yet?" tanya Ara looked at her right foot.

"Udah healed long ago. The wounds that healed long ago Ra. This is a wound caused by another woman. Not my wife. He never hurt me." Dean laughed softly realizing what he had just said.

The wound on his right leg was caused by two different women. And the woman who bears the consequences is Winarsih. A woman who never hurt him.

"Until when here?" ask Ara later.

"It's 7 days at most" replied Dean. Already, enough. That's a short and honest answer. He didn't need to add his answer with the word 'why?'.

Ara again nodded slowly as if running out of talk because she did not get feedback.

Dean turned his eyes to Ryan who looked fun working not far from him. Either he is too overconfident or indeed his guess is right. Ara was still tracing her face and body with a glance.

Beautiful aura. It's getting pretty. Is it the law of nature that a woman becomes more beautiful when she is widowed? Dean doesn't know. He doesn't want to think about it.

Dean now shuddered at the thought of Winarsih being widowed. He will not sleep quietly in his grave.

Dean's a little awkward. His fingers allowed some clumps of hair to fall down on his forehead. Then his hands tidied the tie that this morning was worn by Winarsih.

Ara still looked at him. Dean realized that. And damn it, in that awkwardness Dean wet his lips.

"Dee!!"

Mr. Hartono's blaring voice in the lobby almost made him jump. The old man was standing looking at him and Ara took turns.

"Yes Pa?" ask Dean. Feeling wrong as he merely replied, Dean stood up and walked over to his father.

"So the meeting?" ask Dean. It should have been Mr. Hartono who asked him that. Dean felt like a kid who had just been caught doing wrong. He was shaken alone.

"Papa should have it to you. Papa thought he had started a meeting but was still sitting in the lobby with a woman. Papa knows who De is," said Mr. Hartono.

But he didn't make a mistake. He just sat on the sofa and Ara greeted him first. He's clearly innocent. But Mr. Hartono's gaze was like the Public Prosecutor's gaze on a criminal. Dean's fidgeting. Did her father see her style that was like she was spreading charm a moment ago?.

"Not accidentally met, Dean called first." Dean defended himself.

"Fic! where's the file to check?" Mr. Hartono called out to Fika who was standing by the door to the outside. Fika rushed over to Mr. Hartono and handed him a piece of paper that was in the bag he was carrying.

Mr. Hartono took the bag out of Fika's hand and thrust it at Dean.

"What is Pa?"

"You saw the contents. It should be finished checking in the morning," Mr. Hartono said.

"There's Fika Pa, there's Ryan." Dean scrunched his forehead lifting the fairly heavy bag.

"You must do it" replied Mr. Hartono.

"Cock Dean?" Dean turned back to some of the Legal Counsel who had just entered the lobby.

"Let's be busy" said Mr. Hartono casually. "Let's go, we ate at that restaurant yesterday. I love the cooking" Mr. Hartono told Fika.

Dean looked at the file bag he had in hand. Since long ago, Mr. Hartono always understood the way of mind of each of his children. That night his father wanted to make sure he stayed in the room to work on a stack of files.

The To Be Continued.....

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