LOVE WINARSIH

120. The Heart of Winarsih

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"We went to the restaurant where we ate yesterday. We'll talk for a minute." Ms. Amalia spoke while they were in the car to her restaurant.

"Dirja's been drinking Win?" mrs Amalia asked, waving the daydreams of Winarsih sitting staring out the window.

"Udah was Ma, it was on my back that he slept." Winarsih slightly twisted her body to see her baby who was sleeping soundly.

"Yes, let's sleep first, pity she's tired of being carried around. His father was aja kayak still a teenager," said Bu Amalia. Winarsih just silenced to hear the words of her mother-in-law.

Although what Ms. Amalia said was true, as a wife, Winarsih also did not like that her husband had to accept scolding from his mother.

Actually Winarsih was also worried about carrying out what her mother-in-law said. Winarsih thought that he might have something he didn't want about Dean when he went to the cafe.

It was like being forced to see reality.

Sometimes there is one reality that man already knows, but wants to avoid knowing more in order to keep his own heart.

That is how Winarsih feels. She was worried by running what her mother-in-law said, she instead found Dean who still had a sense of her ex-boyfriend or vice versa.

Winarsih was worried that she found her husband doing something that would make her heart hurt even more than the woman who struggled spoiled in her husband's arm.

Even though he believed Dean loved him and loved his family, the worry remained. Still, the woman's heart was difficult to heal even if it was only once injured.

"Don't say anything to Dean while there. After all, he's your husband. If you meet the woman we saw the other day, you're acting normal. Take Dirja to sit there and enjoy your afternoon as usual. Mama believes you can say the right things as usual. Mom and Novi went straight home. Mom, wait for you at home."

It was Ms Amalia's message just before the car pulled up in front of the terrace of the building where the usual cafe Dean and his friends were.

Dirja had just woken up from her sleep, the babysitter had changed the clothes of the three-month-old baby over with a new one. Although not back to breastfeeding, but Dirja looks a herd in her mother's arms.

With a steady step but with a pounding heart, Winarsih stepped firmly towards the entrance of the cafe. Winarsih actually still lacks confidence in meeting her husband's ex-boyfriend. But the presence of Dirja in his arms made his heart break. The baby looked at him and smiled.

Dirja's slightly narrowed eyes with large black eyeballs stared at him enthusiastically. It was as if the baby was asking where they were going that day. Before pushing the entrance, Winarsih had tidied up Dirja's dense black hair that stood flat adorable.

"Dirja accompany mom ngintilin Father today ya-don't fuss. It's a little noisy." Winarsih whispered into Dirja's ear and kissed the baby's cheek.

She had been standing inside the cafe and was looking around the place to find her husband's figure that would normally stand out with his looks.

Several pairs of eyes of the male visitors who were there looked at him without hiding. Maybe it is a little strange and rarely visitors who come while holding a baby. Moreover, his appearance at that time contrasted with the appearance of mothers when traveling with a baby.

Winarsih's eyes had found a woman she had seen touching her husband many times while laughing spoiled on the building's porch.

Ara, the woman's name said Ara. Now Ara was jerking slowly at Dean's fingertips while talking and looking at her husband's face with a shady look.

As a woman, Winarsih understood the meaning of Ara's gaze. Because until this moment, that's how he looks at Dean. Especially when they were chatting in bed after uniting themselves. She and her husband always exchanged such shady gazes.

Winarsih recognized three men of Dean's close friends who were sitting not far from the table of an old pair of friends he was referring to. The sky that he had entered at the door of the cafe had immediately looked at him curiously, now seemed to have recognized him.

The sky was seen calling Dean and in an instant her husband turned to look at her.

Dean looked like normal. But in the next second, Dean looked wide in surprise and in the next second.

The sound of the tapping of the heels worn by Winarsih made Ara remove Dean's fingertips from her hand. When she arrived in front of her husband, Winarsih smiled.

"Sorry for a long time, Mama just stopped by the restaurant next to his friends. This is Mr. Nak," Winarsih said greeting Dean and putting Dirja into his father's arms.

Dean was still a little surprised but tried to control his facial expression to be ordinary. He was wondering if Winarsih had seen Ara who was whining spoiled while holding her fingertips just now? Dean felt his back was drenched in sweat when the AC cafe was very cold.

"This is the table that was ordered? How come it's not with another table?" winarsih asked while throwing a glance at three men who were now busy with their cell phones.

"Yes, it was full on that deck. There's a guy," said Dean lifting Dirja in front of his face and burrowing his nose in the baby's cheek. He laughed a little for his father's kiss.

"Yes, Ra, this is my wife. And this-this is who this is? Father's Son, right? Father or mother's son?" dean asked Dirja who he still kissed.

"I'm Ara, Dean's High School friend. We used to go everywhere often together. Maybe Dean has told me a lot" Ara smiled at Winarsih.

"Bapak Dirja never told me about Mba. Often the story about Mas Toni, Mas Langit and Mas Rio aja." Winarsih occupied a chair that Dean had drawn for her.

"Oh yeah? Kirain Dean told me. Because I also have not met Dean for a long time, so when one hotel in Kalimantan yesterday I was very happy. Can talk a lot. Dean didn't tell you that either?" ara asked as she looked at Dean who was raising one eyebrow looking at Ara.

"If about that Mr. Dirja story, he said to meet his female High School friends. But I didn't ask who it was. Turns out the woman's friend is this pretty." Winarsih threw a sweet smile that revealed both dimples of her cheeks.

DEG

Dean never told me about who he met accidentally in Kalimantan. All I know is Ryan and Mr. Hartono. Dean felt so confident that Ryan couldn't say things without being asked.

Is it possible that his father told his mother who is now an ally of Winarsih? Why is Winarsih so calm?

Dean had since looked at Winarsih still with a look of admiration for the look of his wife that day, but when the woman threw her smile at Ara, Dean shuddered. Winarsih's smile is not what it used to be.

While petting Dirja in front of his face, Dean glanced at Ara's gaze at Winarsih. There's a little bit of a piss in there. And when he glanced at Winarsih's look, Dean saw the look of a face standby there. And now, it's like he's watching a mental battle while looking after a baby.

The Ara Dean knew was a persistent woman who always got what she wanted. Ara did not move one bit from her seat. It was as if she really wanted to know who the woman who ended up being Dean's wife was.

Winarsih waved her hand gracefully towards the servant. As Winarsih's hand folded over the table, Dean glanced at the jewelry his wife was wearing. A white gold bracelet surrounded by GIA-class diamonds and a ring wrapped around his middle finger flipping through the menu book.

"What's the most recommended menu?" ask Winarsih to the waiter while tucking her hair behind her left ear. Dean saw a prick-shaped giwang with large diamond eyes poking at his wife's white ears.

Who taught Winarsih the gesture of such an elegant body he thought. Is the menu recommended? Dean doesn't recognize his wife. Dean's seat was now facing his wife.

Dean's gaze traced his lips, jaw and down to his wife's chest from the side. Winarsih should not be allowed to go looking like this again he thought. He had not stopped looking at his wife, let alone another man.

Dean threw a glance at his three friends who had been stealing glances since. Rio will definitely get a tantrum from her later. But for now he wants to secure his wife from the sight of many men in the cafe.

Dean already knows that at home he will get a combo rage from the two most important women of his life. So for now he can only act innocent and try to match the anxiety of Dirja.

"So Mba's activities are now at home?" ask Ara at Winarsih who just finished ordering her food.

"Yes, at home. Take care of husband, son and mother-in-law." Winarsih smiled back at Ara. "Mba Ara, what's the activity?" Winarsih asked back.

"Taking care of the company my husband left behind. It was quite big, so I was indeed busier and often outside, "Ara replied.

"Lumayan. Unfortunately Dean never told me how we decetnya first," said Ara.

"Bapak Dirja is not a story maybe because it considers it is not important anymore Mba. Especially since my husband has been busy."

"Evil you De! I've never considered yes all this time. It's just old stories. Now it's just a meeting doang. Seriously ama you!" said Ara jokingly to Dean who showed an uncomfortable expression with Ara's words.

Ara is trying to show that she was once an important part of Dean's life.

Winarsih laughed heartily at Ara's words. Then, "Mba, normal women and men will not be able to be close friends without involving feelings. What's more, it was once close. Later in the end, if not Mba Ara who put her heart on my husband, yes it could be the other way around. I trust my husband. I also believe Mba Ara is definitely more understanding than me. Or is Mba Ara still putting her heart on my husband?"

Ara laughed heartily at Winarsih's words.

Dean unintentionally held his breath when he heard Winarsih's words. It felt like he wanted to ask Dirja to cry so that his mother realized to immediately breastfeed her child.

"But friendship with the man and woman in this day and age is common. Like shaking hands, kissing the right-left cheek, it's like just greetings without involving feelings," said Ara unhappy with Winarsih's answer.

"If being kissed on the right-left cheek with every man you meet is a common thing for Mba Ara, it's not unusual for me. I have never been in contact with anyone other than my husband. So I was afraid to see my husband touched by another woman. If Mba was in my position, Mba would understand." Winarsih removed her arm from the table to make room for the dish that had just come.

Winarsih's eyes were round staring at the beautiful dish that had just been served before her. Without making small talk to Ara, Winarsih began to enjoy eating her afternoon as recommended by Ms. Amalia.

"Sir, would you like to try? It's like the one we ate at the cafe at the end of the house." Winarsih offers a piece of roasted chicken sprinkled with spices.

"Where? Try me a taster." Dean opened his mouth to take Winarsih's bribe. "Enak Ma'am, you eat first, then the other side is little for me" Dean asked his wife. Winarsih nodded with a carefree face.

Although at home Dean is sure to be battered, at least in the cafe he must obey what his wife did at that time. Dirja who began to get bored in his father's house began to squirm and whine.

"Win-" call Dean with a face. She was confused not knowing how to calm her son who started crying.

"Here, my son is thirsty? Since waking up, there has been no sleep," said Winarsih.

"Huh?? Not here, I can't. Come-ayo we're home. I don't want you to be seen by people later. Here are a lot of striped-nose men." Dean stood up from his chair and rubbed Winarsih's back.

"A lot of striped men?" tanya Winarsih looked at the husband and the three men at the other table who were looking at her.

"Come Unfortunately Mr. Dean-" murmured Dean in his wife's ear.

"Two back! Hurry up, settle the cave bill!" dean shouted at his friends. The three men at the other table nodded in unison and shook their hands repeatedly telling him to leave the cafe as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry Mba Ara, please understand Mba. It's one of the joys of having a baby." Winarsih nodded at Ara then walked in Dean's embrace.

Dean forgot to say goodbye to him.

"Disusui was his son, like he was thirsty. That was his mouth kept moving. Are your kids thirsty?" Dean spoke while driving his black sedan.

Winarsih immediately unbuttoned her blazer and lowered the blue interior of the blazer. A second later Dirja had been clucking sipping ASI directly from her mother.

Dean glanced happily when he saw his son drinking voraciously.

"Father never told me if I met Mba Ara in Kalimantan. Until one hotel. I met accidentally but never talked. I have also seen Mba Ara was a swaddle in the hands of the Father near the parking attendant earlier. Mba Aranya again laughing menggawangin hand my husband. Uti Dirja also saw. Mr. diem aja. He also held the hand of the Father, Mr. Diem. Mr seneng? The friendship of the woman and man that Mba Ara meant must be like that?" tanya Winarsih could not resist her sadness and emotions.

Dean was silent for a moment.

"I didn't mean to lie to you Win. I just don't want you to think it's weird" replied Dean. "It wasn't intentional, it wasn't intentional."

"Mba Ara still has a heart with the Father. He held my father in pain. Father also diem. I don't like it. I don't believe you're a macem outside. I can't stop you from meeting anyone. But if your friendship style is like that, I don't want to. I can't take it." Wendy started crying. He couldn't hold back his tears. Many times he wiped his cheeks so that the tears did not shed on Dirja.

"Bu Win, sorry. I was not intentionally. I don't mean anything."

"In my days, I was hurt because my father thought what the woman did was natural. He said I was cold, changed. I am also sick every time I have to go to my father. I don't want to."

"Win.don't cry. I'm sorry, your son will cry his mother. I don't want to."

"Which woman would want her husband to be the spoiled place of other women? No one wants to sir," Winarsih sobbed, shedding the grief she had been harboring for months.

"Geez, my son's mother cried like a gini. Forgive me Miss Win. Don't cry like that. I can't see you crying Winarsih. I love you, I'm sorry." Dean rubbed the head of his wife who was still crying while breastfeeding their child.

The To Be Continued.....

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