LOVE WINARSIH

113. Dean's Mission

That night Dean walked back and forth in front of Mr. Hartono's study. His father had just come home, he wanted to ask for something that seemed heavy to give his parents.

GECK!! GECK!!

Dean finally dared to knock on the door of the study.

"Lake in." The voice of Mr. Hartono came from inside the room.

Upon seeing Dean appearing in the doorway, the old man immediately asked, "what's the matter De?"

"Pa, Dean sit down for a second. Wanna have a chat." Dean pulled the chair in front of his father.

"Yes sit down" said Mr. Hartono. "Tumben is very serious about your face," added the papa.

"It seems that the trial in the High Court did not bring a good wind. That's why Dean Males waited until the verdict. From top to bottom it's been flush all over it." Dean breathed heavily.

"So?"

"We think it must be cassation here. But Dean wants something for a backup plan later" Dean replied.

"What's that?"

"Papa once said Disty used to go outside the hotel with the office. Dean can you get me those photos that Papa got?" ask Dean carefully.

He was almost certain that Mr. Hartono would not give it to him. Typical papa who always try to play clean is a little difficult to shake.

"For what? can't De, it's a photo of the Minister. If you get to make the news go up, you can stir everything. No one believes in the office anymore. Though it could be a personal affair that should not be mixed with its performance." Mr. Hartono leaned his body against the chair.

"Pa, Si Atmaja already use that way. Papa believes Dean deh, if Papa does not want to fuss and does not want to lose Hartono Coil. Dean just needs that photo."

"It's useful to stop our case, Papa must have loved you. Our case has been rolling De, the photo is useless," said Mr. Hartono.

"Who said there wasn't? there's kok. Dean has another way. The pictures aren't going anywhere Dean." Dean looked straight into his father's eyes.

"Sorry De, I can't. It's about someone else's good name. Papa can't believe your explosive temper. Maybe later your intention is just a dream but instead you throw it in the face of the person. Papa knows you. You guys are part of this Lawyer if you do not use a little dirty way just can not ya?" satir Pak Hartono.

"What is that Papa?"

"Papa's paying for your school is expensive abroad there. You can win this case."

"Dean is not Pa's criminal lawyer. It's the first time Dean's ever had a case like this" Dean said. Sure enough, Mr. Hartono stick with his straight principles.

Dean came out of his father's study with a lethargic face. He had been thinking that way for days.

It seems that he again had to hire a new agent to look for something he wanted.

It's almost 11 p.m., since he was busy calling to and fro to ascertain something about the results of the trial and waiting for Mr. Hartono to come home.

Dean stepped into his room and found that Dirja had fallen back into a deep sleep next to her mother in bed. Slowly Dean picked up the baby and placed it into the baby box.

Winarsih's breath sounds gently regular. The child's mother may have been asleep since this time because of her nonstop activities since morning.

Slowly Dean climbed into the bed and lay on his side resting one elbow next to his wife.

Dean looked at the peaceful sleeping face. Winarsih shirt buttons that are not closed because of breastfeeding his son was revealed chest that almost spilled out because of the slanted sleeping position of his wife.

Since the first pair of chest until now always makes it not calm.

Winarsih is very pretty. The more his wife looked more beautiful in his eyes. Dean slipped a lump of hair that had fallen unraveled onto his wife's face. He just realized that the bangs that used to always cover the forehead of Winarsih now no longer exist.

As he wishes, Winarsih now always scratches his hair when traveling outside. Didn't expect Winarsih to always follow all the things he asked without ever protesting.

Dean looked down at his wife's cheek, Winarsih slightly gnawed and then slowly opened her eyes. Their gazes clashed.

"I'm just pecking at your cheeks, continue to sleep." Dean rubbed the arm of Winarsih who was still looking at him with sleepy eyes.

"Why not sleep? think something?" tanya Winarsih straightened the left hand that had been used as a pillow.

The left hand then went under Dean's elbow and rubbed her husband's back hair.

Dean looked at his wife in doubt. "It looks like the trial in the High Court lost again. I have to cassation in MA."

"MA is the Supreme Court, right? in Jakarta?" winarsih asked shifting her body towards the nodding Dean. He wanted to inhale Dean's distinctive and expensive body scent on the man's neck.

"Yes Win, the stage of the case starts from the District Court, if we lose we appeal to the High Court, if we lose again, we cassation to the Supreme Court," Dean explained to his wife.

"But the MA also has the right to reject our cassation filing" Dean continued.

"I've never seen you in court. If everything happens as expected, I want to take Dirja see his father belain Akung case," said Winarsih then peeked long at her husband's neck.

Half a year more making love routine but just this afternoon the woman did not let go of her eyes.

Dean just silently enjoyed Winarsih's soothing hand caress running through his body.

"Would you see me in court?" muttered Dean quietly.

"Yes," replied Winarsih with her warm breath coming back down Dean's neck.

"I need the case to be accepted and you can sit quietly waiting for the results. I also don't want the shares you just bought to be forfeited, ma'am" Dean said.

Winarsih smiled without seeing her husband. He had guessed that Dean must have realized that the buyer of the stock was his own wife.

Then Winarsih again put her lips on the neck scented bergamot it. Dean moved his head in reaction. Winarsih has now shown his initiative.

Dean distanced his body slightly to look at Winarsih. "You still miss me Win?" dean asked with a sad look. Winarsih seemed to be trying to treat her restless heart.

"Every night I miss. In a sense I was missing. I don't like it when you stay outside. I want to know you say all day, talk to who, eat what, I want to call often but worry annoying." Winarsih looked at her husband. His right hand is above the chest, the place where the heart is.

"You really love me Win" Dean said.

"Which wife doesn't love her husband if he's treated special? You always make me feel special." Winarsih has managed to express feelings for the man who over half a year has been hating her.

"I also love you Win, I love you first." Dean kissed his wife a long time ago. Their kisses welcomed each other until the crackling that was getting louder and louder.

Their breathing was both hunting and hasty. Dean slipped his left hand into Winarsih's breastplate that had been open since. Slowly he massaged his wife's chest and Winarsih sighed between their kisses.

Back that night Dean fulfilled his wife's wish to let go of the longing once again. Slowly and unhurriedly, Dean took his wife several times to the peak of pleasure.

Until Winarsih nodded to stop with a tired look, Dean returned to his release. The peak felt so enjoyed by Dean that the sound of his moans filled their room.

When he had just thrown his body next to Winarsih, Dirja wriggled in his box followed by a whining sound.

"Sir, the son is awake." Winarsih who had not been dressed turned to the right of the place where the Dirja baby box was placed.

"Let me take it." Dean got up to pick up the boxer and put it on before lifting Dirja.

"This is Mom, it's Dean Sachetan's turn." He put Dirja next to his mother who immediately tilted the body to breastfeed. Dean pulled out a blanket to cover his wife's innocent body.

"I'm out of the room for a second, want to check on something. Here's a message from Novi he said he wants to nyampe." Dean got up from the bed to put on his pyjamas in a hurry.

"What are you trying to check?"

"Intar again I told you."

Five minutes later, Dean had been standing on the porch of the house in black satin pajamas, a pair of Nike rubber slippers and straight hair that had fallen partly over his forehead.

The two hands of the man were tied behind his body. His eyes looked at a sedan entering the courtyard. As the car door opened in front of the porch, Novi stepped out of the car.

With a little surprise, Novi looked at Dean who was now crossing his hands across his chest looking towards the car.

"Dam!! not polite! open your glass!" dean exclaimed from the terrace at the driver of the sedan.

The car glass then goes down completely. "Malem Mr De, haven't slept?" ryan asked, grimacing at his boss.

"What time is it? take the girls through the middle of the mallem like this. Missed your miss too?" dean's nagging at his secretary.

"Sorry sir" said Ryan.

"Lu guess the cave doesn't care what. Was the cave suspicion proven?" Dean sneers.

"You're in Nov, get some rest. It's past the middle of the mallem" Dean asked his wife's assistant.

"I'm sorry sir." Ryan lowered his head a little. Ryan was a little confused by Dean who seemed to be deeply immersed in his role as a father that night

Dean simply replied to Ryan muttering then his steps hurriedly went inside and climbed the stairs.

Half-run Dean to his bedroom door.

"Win! Win" cried Dean noisily. "Really Win!! Ryan is dating Novi. Hahaha" Dean laughed amusedly at midnight.

Winarsih looked at the puffed up suaminy. She thought she knew what was important to check on her husband. It turns out it's just about that. Now Dean was back lying next to him still with the rest of his nosy laughter.

Dirja who was already asleep is now back wriggling because of his father's laughter.

"Mother sleepy, now ask your father for a sling, son?" Winarsih groped Dean's arm and pointed at the baby.

The To Be Continued.....