LOVE WINARSIH

117. Shareholders Meeting (1)

"What time is the shareholders' meeting Nov?" amalia asked Novi, who was sitting in the back seat.

"At 10 a.m., ma'am" replied Novi.

"If so let Dean go to the office first as usual. No need to go together, it's okay. Meet at the head office. You don't have to go away for him Win," said Amalia Bu who sat in the single seat inside the Vellfire gift from Mr. Hartono.

"Yes Ma." Not understanding what her mother-in-law meant, Winarsih just agreed. Though he could have gone with Dean to the headquarters of the Cahaya Mas Group.

"Let's go there together. Bring Dirja all together. Sometimes things like this have to be done alone. Let's keep everything in place." Ms. Amalia spoke as if to herself.

The old woman felt that this thing that had happened and was being repaired should not be hit by new problems.

Amalia never liked scandals. He doesn't want his family to be the subject of conversation out there. It felt like she had just gotten a great headache when her husband became a suspect in a land grab in Kalimantan.

Although the rolling case is not finished, but slowly he begins to believe that Dean can overcome it for his family.

A woman whose son is dating blackmails their family with something that his son also did.

The heart of a mother who can see videos almost nude her child aired on various social media and television. Dean chose the wrong woman. And his son who is always stupid every time he falls in love always leaves problems for his family.

Once upon a time, more than 10 years ago he had kept a girl away from his son who spent the night with him.

Ms. Amalia did not like to see Dean who was a teenager and had to undergo his education to look so attached to a girl who seemed to be too restrictive of her child at that time.

Perhaps one mistake was also once, too often leaving Dean who still desperately needed attention only with the helpers at home.

Dean's getting too free. Until the girl felt that Dean was absolutely hers. Dean is always willing to do anything if he wants something. Actually for one thing, Miss Amalia had to admit that Dean looked like her.

Dean's his real son. Although it can be responsible for itself, but the youngest child can sometimes be childish.

Living from small clad in luxury and good looks make Dean often arrogant. Dean was well aware of the advantages of it.

Although he did not accept or respond to other women who glanced at him, but Ms. Amalia judged that Dean did not want to lose his fans. The youngest child is indeed adept at showing his charm.

"This is the clothes that were ordered yesterday. You can try it first, ma'am," said the Supervisor of an outlet they came to.

"Try Win first, start from that blue blazer." Ms. Amalia pointed to a blue blazer hanging at the front.

Winarsih tried one by one the clothes in the long iron hanger that had been thrust at him. Ms. Amalia just sat in her wheelchair while holding Dirja who was awake.

As her mother-in-law's mouth drew a faint smile, Winarsih was relieved because it meant that the clothes she was wearing were good in the woman's eyes.

Winarsih actually did not understand why he had to buy such clothes. But Ms Amalia told him that she needed the outfit if she had to attend the event at the headquarters occasionally.

After Novi and her mother-in-law's assistant brought her many bags of groceries, Ms. Amalia nodded in satisfaction and invited them back.

Winarsih noticed Dirja who had fallen asleep in her babysitter sling. Nurse Ms. Amalia pushed the wheelchair out of the outlet. His legs were already sore, and he felt sorry for Dirja who was sleeping curled up in a sling. But it turns out that Ms. Amalia hasn't finished shopping.

On the ground floor of the mall they came to Bu Amalia again pointed to an accessories and jewelry store. His fingers shrewdly pointed at each piece of jewelry he wanted. The shopkeeper seems to have recognized Ms. Amalia when she entered.

Winarsih noticed how elegant the way Bu Amalia spoke was. Despite sitting in a wheelchair, but he was still able to spread his upper-class charm. Winarsih. Dean is very similar to his mother.

"Tomorrow Mama asked Fika to call the salon employee to the house. So you don't have to go out of the house anymore, said Dirja," said Ms. Amalia when they were in the car on the way home. Winarsih was so grateful that finally the shopping event like revenge was over.

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"You're coming to the headquarters, right? We're leaving in one car." Dean rubbed the innocent back of Winarsih who was in his arms.

Almost at 5am, Dean had just finished indulging the other part of himself. His hands were still squeezing his wife's ass.

"Finished the meeting, Mama said she wanted to take me and Dirja went somewhere. So you go as usual." Winarsih closed her eyes. Her breath was warm to her husband's chest.

"Where else are you going? Lately you have been looking for mom. I feel ostracized. Your hair is no longer an item. Mama's taste is good, but I'm worried. You're getting pretty, Win" said Dean, letting go of his arms and looking into his wife's still-cruel eyes.

"When only you can dance, I also want to be beautiful like the ex-boyfriend of the Father." Winarsih spoke casually.

"Stay prettier than you. Because you can I unyel-unyel gini." Dean kissed his wife's neck.

"You sure you never lied to me?" tanya Winarsih with her eyes closed.

"Related. What are you, like that. Don't let me add one more time to convince you, Win." Dean kissed the edge of his wife's chest and took a sip of it, causing a red patch.

"Udah ah, I want to take a shower." Winarsih moved up from her sleep.

"Bu Winar has changed lately? I feel cold to me. If I'm wrong about dong Win." Dean pulled the arm of his wife who was holding the blanket over his body.

"There is. Do you think you're making a mistake?" Winarsih asked back. Dean shakes.

"Yes if there is none. I'm gonna take a shower. Soon Dirja wake up," said Winarsih.

"It's another blanket!" Dean pulled out the blanket Winarsih was wearing and opened his wife's body.

"Ngapain is closed to go to the bathroom. Can't I see you're not wearing clothes? I've seen it all. Yesterday to the bathroom just walk. Now that you've been hanging out with mom, you've become more beautiful, more arrogant than I am." Dean overstretched Winarsih's body.

"The sun will soon appear. Had a shower," Winarsih said.

"No! If I want to do it again, why? You reject me?" Dean is a little upset because Winarsih has changed lately.

"No, not that" replied Winarsih.

Being rejected is something that really hurts Dean. He kissed his wife's neck in a hurry. Both of his hands held Winarsih's hands above his head. He lingered again at the top of his wife's chest.

"I love you Win, I never macem-m. I don't like you cold gini to me" said Dean stretching his wife's legs again.

Dean's breathing returned panting in Winarsih's ears for the second time that morning. His movements got faster and faster and Dean again took a hard sip on the top of his wife's chest while doing the release.

While panting over his wife's body, Dean glanced at the still quiet Dirja box. Thank goodness the baby was still sleeping well. Not realizing that his father's moans that morning filled the room that was still illuminated by yellow sleep lights.

"Let's take a shower together. I want to be soaked up for you." Dean pulled Winarsih's arm to get up from her position. Dean's request that Winarsih could never refuse. All his words are absolute.

And that morning, Winarsih bathed Dean like bathing a toddler who kept clinging to him possessively.

When her husband is jealous and feels neglected, the man's behavior becomes more childish. Winarsih just kept quiet what Dean asked until her husband left for the office with a box of fried rice.

"Dean has left? Bring what's that in the package?" asked Ms. Amalia who noticed Dean humming with a package.

"With Ma, fried rice." Winarsih pushed Bu Amalia's wheelchair towards the elevator door.

"Bring the bag now. It used to not want to be taken to school," muttered Amalia from her seat. Winarsih just smiled at the words of her Mother-in-law. If only the woman who gave birth to her husband knew how her son behaved, Winarsih thought.

"Yes Win, you go to your room, wear clothes that Mama had chosen this morning. Soon the hair stylist that Fika ordered came. Mama's getting dressed too." Amalia nodded at her nurse.

"Let me help Mama first" Winarsih said.

"No need. You should also learn to trust and occasionally think that not everyone needs your help. You think about yourself first, do not feel a little uneasy. The occasional selfishness is necessary." Ms. Amalia spread her hands up to help the nurse who was passing her clothes.

At 09:30 a.m., Winarsih had finished dressing. His face was polished with a slightly thick make-up with a natural color as requested by Ms. Amalia. Her hair was simple but elegant.

Ms. Amalia gave him some jewelry to complete her appearance that morning. Winarsih stared at the reflection on the glass barely recognizing herself.

A light blue blazer suit that fits perfectly on the body makes Winarsih's skin color brighter and more beautiful. Ms. Amalia smiled and nodded at him. Novi smiled as he covered his mouth with the palm of his hand as he was stunned.

"Bu Winar is beautiful. Mr. Dean must have been shocked," Novi said.

"Let's go, you don't forget what you said, if we want to sit down, have Dean pick you up in the lobby. You carry the Dirja, keep it to his Father. Later Dirja and her babysitter can wait in the office lounge with mama. Let all the women in the office know that Dean has a son." Ms. Amalia was pushed into the car and a moment later they had split into the headquarters of the Cahaya Mas Group.

40 Minutes later the car carrying them had arrived in the car. The terrace of the office was very crowded at the time, and their entourage arrived a little late. Everyone seems to be present.

"One thing must be admitted that being respected makes us a little bit disliked by people. Sometimes you need to come late to an event and go home early. To show that your time is very expensive and so little" Ms. Amalia said shortly before the car door was opened by the valet parking attendant.

"I called Mr. Dean before Ma" Winarsih said.

"Hello Sir? I was in the lobby. In the elevator? Yeah, I'm waiting for ya." Winarsih ended her call.

Shortly afterwards, Dean who had seemed a little hasty slowly slowed his pace when he saw Winarsih.

"Win-you, you are so beautiful. It's a masterpiece, mama, I love it. Miss Winar-kamuu, so sexy. You shouldn't be able to attend this meeting. Later even-"

"De-" call Miss Amalia.

"Yes Ma?" sahut Dean's.

"You carried Dirja, Sus-kasi Dirja with his Father" pinta Bu Amalia.

"Lho's? How's Dean Ma?" dean asked confused.

"Your son, yes you are a fat man. Let's pick up our anther to the office lounge. We're waiting for his mother to be there."

Dean who was very neat and handsome that morning took Dirja from the hands of his babysitter.

"Your son is already an ally of mama. So I kept being told. You should have danced like this in Win's room, watch out for you ntar malem," whispered Dean in the ear of his wife who walked gracefully next to his mother-in-law.

The To Be Continued.....

Don't forget dilike ya gaeess,

help Ms. Winar get into the stage :*