LOVE WINARSIH

109. Nostalgic Look

Ara leaves for Kalimantan to visit the company of her late husband who is currently in trouble of being usurped by an heir.

Ara married an old man who was over half a century old. Twice his age when he married. Her husband's children tried to seize what their father had given her.

Her husband's first wife has died. So Ara is not the second or Ara is not seizing a husband from another woman.

The marriage offer came to him 4 years ago. When he was 25 years old and was bitterly looking for a job after painstakingly finishing his education in private renowned.

He is forced to end his relationship with Dean with a promise from Amalia to pay for his college. Ms. Amalia kept her promise, so she really kept her promise to the woman.

Ara is like disappearing into the earth. He's completely disappeared from Dean's life.

Dean may have been heartbroken at the time to go abroad to complete his studies. Ara knew that Dean would become a lawyer like the ideals that the man had always been passionate about for almost three years of being in a relationship with him.

Since separating from Dean, Ara has never been in a relationship with another man. He only focused on his education and goals.

Her heartache for Ms. Amalia turned into an obsession to make herself more capable, richer or at least a woman who can do anything with the money she has. He wanted to someday be able to meet Dean again and see the regret in the man's eyes for never fighting for him.

Ara no longer wanted to waste her time in a relationship with a rich young man. Especially in the heir to the wealth of the parents who so keep the purity of their bloodline.

Dean's figure never evaporated from Ara's mind. Because Dean was always the first for him.

Dean was his first kiss, his first hug, his first caress. They even used to have a pretty hot fuck. Their teenage hormones once made Ara almost take off all her clothes for the man.

And most likely, it was the first time Dean peppered a woman. And Ara will never forget the man's treatment.

Ara always feels confident that she is the first love that may not be forgotten by the man until now.

That afternoon, Ara who was walking into the hotel lobby towards the receptionist noticed a man sitting cross-legged with a newspaper in his lap.

Ara recognizes a figure of posture that is always upright with a chin that is almost always raised every look at others.

The man who these few days has always ignored his messages. His meeting with Rio some time ago made him even more curious about the appearance of his ex-girlfriend now.

Several times seeing Dean appear on television even make his curiosity about the man increasingly popping. Dean seems to be in trouble. Is the household that's the same age as corn okay?

After obtaining the room key and convincing herself that she would only greet her old friend, Ara finally ventured to call Dean.

Dean was surprised to see it. The man's gaze was still sharp as usual. Ara felt her chest pounding incoherently. Despite stepping quietly towards Dean who was just looking up without getting out of place, Ara tried to regulate her heart rhythm.

Dean's getting good-looking. Highlight the sharp eyes of those slightly narrowed eyes were still mesmerizing. As a man, Dean does have his own class. He always looked expensive and elegant.

After speaking in pleasantries for a moment, Ara was able to come to the conclusion that Dean was actually married out of love. Not as he had expected before.

For a while they spoke did not make Dean want to look at him for long. He had hoped Dean would make eye contact with him. He wanted to convey through his view that he missed the man.

But Dean wasn't looking at him. The man's sight wandered around uncomfortably. Even Dean didn't speak a few times. The man just laughed and made public small talk. Yeah, Dean's a lawyer.

The man did not want to issue a statement that troubled him in the future. Dean's been detailed a long time.

Lagak Dean told me about his wife a little jealousy in Ara's heart. What does he want? he just wants to be friends.

But Ara couldn't deny that the man who looked so in love with his wife always looked more attractive than the basket-eyed man out there.

Dean is classy.

Their conversation halted when Dean was summoned by his Papa. Dean left without saying goodbye.

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Ara seemed to be still trying to remind her of their past stories. But Dean felt that their business had indeed long since been done.

Dean is lazy if he has to be reminded of his mistakes in the past. He has stepped in the future. But it seemed like Ara kept their memories locked inside her head.

Ara is getting more beautiful. But Ara's beauty has been widely owned by almost all women of the capital who make money.

Being in the same hotel as Ara, Dean had no idea if the woman was still in Kalimantan or not. His busy schedule makes him rarely linger in the hotel lobby or at breakfast.

Dean just wants to quickly finish his own business and return to Jakarta. She misses Dirja very much, and especially her mother.

After Mr. Hartono's sentence for completing the papers he filed, Dean went through the trial for the next two days smoothly.

But again Hartono Coil's side was cornered with the appearance of the affidavit letters from citizens who had lived there for a long time; that stated that they had indeed been decades in occupying the land before the Hartono Coil Mining Company took it.

Dean's head hurts again. It seemed that he again had to prepare a pledoi (Defense Note) in front of the judge. He began to feel insecure and missteps. Is it so hard to handle a criminal case?

Dean became increasingly curious.

If Hartono Coil is declared again defeated in the High Court, then obviously next he will conduct a cassation to the Supreme Court in Jakarta.

A day that feels long and exhausting. Dean threw his body in the big bed. Time shows almost 9 p.m. And that was his fourth day in Borneo.

"Why so?" dean asked through a video link to his wife.

"This again nyuin Dirja, from earlier did not want to sleep. Maybe because of the slow nap," said Winarsih pointed a cellphone camera at his son's face.

"Mommy healthy Win?" ask Dean.

"Well, I took her therapy anterine to the hospital," Winarsih said.

"Dirja left?"

"Yes, I pumped ASI to stock his drinks during his stay. After all, not long to go to the hospital," said Winarsih who still directs a cellphone camera at his son who began to fall asleep.

"Win, is Dirja really good sleep? his mouth no longer moved, so he slept?" ask Dean.

"Yes, already. Why?" Winarsih asked back.

"Don't close first, I'll see. Kangen Win's. The camera does not go to Dirja mulu dong, kangen ama his mother too," Dean said as he rose to pile pillows on the bed to lean. He wanted to linger looking at his wife in a comfortable lying position.

"Win four days I didn't see you sleeping. I miss holding you. When did it finish?" asked Dean who felt his desire was a little struggling because he saw the peak of Winarsih's chest while breastfeeding Dirja.

"When do you come home?" Winarsih also misses her husband. Dean's tired eyes looking at him through the video link made him want to sleep in the man's arms.

"At least three days. If I keep hearing again, I'll go home first. Not good to stay away for long. If Dirja has been a little edean, you come along where I go." Dean untied the tie and pulled it loose from the neck. His hands then opened one by one the buttons of his shirt.

"In a moment" said Winarsih as he put his phone on the bed and raised Dirja to be placed into his box which was on the right side of their bed.

"Tomorrow or the day after you go to the SPA. Let you get a massage. Take the most complete package. I'll finish 40 days, I'll take long. I miss Bu Winar."

"Still long you sir"

"Preparation"

"That's why haven't you changed your clothes? it's a shame," asked Winarsih who leaned his phone on a bolster on his left side. He was lying on his side staring at Dean.

"Capek Win, I'd like to be booked. If I'm supposed to be home, I'd like to ask you again." Dean snorted spoiled.

"Open dong, I want to see" Dean asked his wife.

"How open? Asi many. Netes will come out." Winarsih holding her chest felt the urge of ASI going outside.

"You don't hold that. I'm distracted. Open dong Bu Winar, I've been lying on this side to squirm you." Now Dean's face is also looking at his wife with a tilted mobile phone position.

"So far away dikit hapenya. Undressing Win, it's okay netes. If I go home, I want to drink Dirja." Dean continued to complain with his fuss.

Winarsih began to open one by one her pajamas buttons. Dean's eyes stared unblinkingly. The top of his wife's chest looks increasingly round because of the act of Dirja. Dean is jealous of his son.

"You go to SPA with Novi. Make sure the therapist's a girl."

"Yes Sir. Cook the masseuse of men," said Winarsih.

"Yes, great. I became anxious after seeing your chest." Dean pulled off his belt. In the blink of an eye, he had already laid back just by wearing a boxer.

"When will it open?" tanya Winarsih glanced at her exposed upper clothes.

"Pake the blanket," Dean ordered.

"Win, I'm ready for this fight." Dean looked at Winarsih who almost closed his eyes. Dean stared at the pair of incredible chests he so missed.

"Hmmm-" murmured Winarsih.

"Eh Win, it's ASI starting netes," Dean said.

"A little bit"

"Dear Win" Dean replied a little frustrated.

"Aduuuuh," said Dean.

"Why?" Winarsih opened her eyes.

"Nothing. Yes, you are sleeping. I'll take a shower." Dean kissed his phone screen a few times and then ended the conversation.

It seemed that night he had to fulfill his wish alone.

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Day six in Kalimantan, Dean dropped longer than usual because there was no schedule this morning.

Later in the evening they will meet once again to finalize the verdict hearing which will be read in front of their Legal Advisory representatives only.

At almost 11pm, the breakfast menu at the hotel restaurant was no longer there. Dean asked for a cup of tea and a menu book to order his lunch.

Mr. Hartono, Fika and Irman had returned to Jakarta two days ago. His father has a schedule of working visits to Bangka Belitung Province.

"New breakfast at this hour?" asked Ara who suddenly appeared from behind Dean.

"Deliberately," said Dean casually despite being slightly surprised by Ara's appearance.

"I can still be friends, right?" ara asked, throwing a body right in front of Dean.

"Yes, please" replied Dean slightly pulling a smile on his lips. He didn't want to ask any further. Normally a man would instantly add words, 'why shouldn't it be?'

A moment later, an adorable baby photo appeared glowing on his phone screen. Dean immediately answered the video call, if he did not want to have serious consequences.

Dean glanced at Ara at a glance who was now seen pretending to be busy with his phone.

"Yes Mom?" sahut Dean's.

"Why so?" ask Winarsih on video. His wife appeared to be in front of his dresser.

"Tell me a little chat," replied Dean.

"I want to go to the SPA house yes," said Winarsih.

"Well?"

"But the Father asked yesterday. I'm talking about his 40 days are over. Want to release the old kangen, Novi already booked a place. The therapist must be a girl. What color lingerie am I wearing tomorrow?" tanya Winarsih who started jahil.

Winarsih then laughed at seeing Dean's expression that looked blushing. He did not expect it turned out Winarsih now had dared to tease him.

I just wanted Dean to kiss his wife's lips right then and there. "Review you are Mom" Dean smiled.

For a moment he forgot Ara who was sitting opposite him and it was impossible not to hear the mischievous conversation between him and his wife.

The To Be Continued.....

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