LOVE WINARSIH

123. PDKT

I asked dilike first could yes... :*

Happy Reading XD's

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"Yan, look at the cave, is it handsome yet? The cave is neat?" dean asked as he stood looking at his reflection on the windshield of his car as it was just coming down.

"Geez sir, that's what Mr. Dean wants to see your wife. Malem also sleeps together." Ryan narrowed his eyes from the sun that afternoon. Ryan was surprised to see his boss look alike

"Don't you, just calm down. The cave has never been like this. Gua never dating ama bini grotto. So you don't have much. This is a cave deg-degan want to take him to the salon. If he pretended not to know how the cave? Would shame. The cave is never rejected by girls. The cave's own bini period is nolak."

Dean opened the back door of the car and picked up the bouquet before arriving at the salon.

The salon is located in an exclusive shop outside the mall building, where wealthy women spend their money just washing their hair or squeezing blackheads that are as big as germs.

In addition to a row of salons and beauty clinics, the ranks of shop houses men's barbershop, mini market, and a row of small cafes that take out some chairs and tables to the outside terrace.

Several men were seen sitting filling several chairs in front of one of the cafes in the department store.

Dean realized that it was where his mother used to spend time.

"I'm coming to Dalem what are you waiting for in the car?" ask Ryan.

"Lu wait in the car aja deh, ntar if the cave needs something cave phone." Hearing Dean's reply, Ryan nodded and pressed the car's door handle again.

Dean headed for the salon he had just briefly seen quite crowded with visitors. Novi said that his wife had gotten there almost an hour ago.

Before entering, Dean looked around looking for where the van Winarsih used to travel. He wanted to check if Irman was following his wife to the salon or just waiting in the car.

Either the treatment was taken by Winarsih that afternoon, but with his chest pounding slightly, Dean stepped his feet pushing the entrance of the salon.

His gaze immediately went around looking for Irman's appearance first, he was really curious where his father's aide was.

When entering his gaze immediately focused on a beautiful woman with thin make-up, wearing a bright pink dress with a shirt buttoned down to the knees. His legs were wrapped in a pair of beige flat shoes studded with beautiful swarovski precious a motorcycle he had bought for his son's mother.

Winarsih's head is being massaged by a female employee. The woman's eyes were closed enjoying a massage on her head. And when Dean saw an empty chair next to his wife, Dean immediately sat facing the glass.

A few pairs of eyes immediately looked at him in wonder. How not, a man dressed in a full suit came carrying a bouquet of roses to a salon in broad daylight.

A salon employee who saw Dean's arrival immediately approached, "What's the treatment today Mas?" ask the officer to Dean.

"I just want to go Mba Beautiful in this pink dress, can't I?" dean asked the salon employee.

Winarsih, whose eyes had been closed, was now widened because she heard a familiar voice. He looked directly to his left.

"Hi.." said Dean. Winarsih just looked up in shock and looked at her husband through the reflection of glass.

"That boy's her boyfriend, huh?" whispered the salon employee in Winarsih's ear. "It seems like it's noisier with her boyfriend?"

Winarsih just smiled in response to the words of the salon officials who are always thick with the characteristic pleasantries of familiarity.

Dean sat cross-legged with a bouquet of flowers on his back, smiling with a faint look into his wife's eyes through the reflection of glass.

"The handsome is mbak," whispered the salon employee again in Winarsih's ear.

Almost half of the women in the salon turned to Dean who was sitting neatly crossing his legs elegantly.

Winarsih glanced at the glass of the place where Dean's eyes could not be seen. He began to feel uneasy because he felt constantly stared at.

Despite having turned her gaze and glancing at her husband again, Dean still continued to look at him.

A little annoyed Winarsih asked, "Not what office? this hour is here."

Dean replied, "i miss you. So I'm straight here."

The salon employee who was massaging Winarsih's head spontaneously said, "uuuu. It's hard to find a guy like that now."

Hearing the whisper of the salon employee to the ear of his wife, Dean immediately planned to give a decent tip money for the employee.

Salon glass that extends in front of each guest's chair, reflects the entire body of the salon guest sitting on the chair.

It makes Dean can see the appearance of his wife from the tip of the foot to the tip of the hair. He did not like to see white calves that increasingly look good because combined with bright pink was walking alone this afternoon.

Dean enjoyed his afternoon looking at his wife while occasionally replying to emails coming into his phone. He slightly chuckled as he read the message from Ryan who had just entered.

'Maybe you sit in the salon while the work piles.'

"Where's irman?" ask Dean.

"Just do it."

"You go to the dress shop."

"I'm tenin yuk," Dean asked his wife who now had very good hair in the blow with the ends slightly rolled.

Winarsih had not replied, the woman only looked at her husband for a while then rose from her seat to the cashier.

"You don't have to, your girlfriend's free to pick you up here if you pay her own money" Dean smiled as he held his wife's arm through the bag.

Seeing Dean was paying the treatment bill yes, Winarsih stepped towards the salon exit. His steps slowly turned to the right of the place where the ranks of shops and cafes were located.

After hastily finishing the salon's bill, Dean quickly pulled the door and turned his head to where his wife was going.

When he saw his wife turn towards the store on the right, he also stepped foot following his wife.

But suddenly, his arm was held by someone.

"Dee! What's in here? New from the salon too?" Ara who had just arrived at the salon was greeting back by holding her arm.

"Don't gini Ra! Risih cave! Udah, cave rush." Dean brushed Ara's hand and left.

"Kok use the cave, by the way? Why is gini now?" asked Ara again holding Dean's arm.

"What the hell are you? Ja. Cave, elu. What should it be?" sergeant Dean. His eyes turned towards Winarsih who was now turning to look back because she heard her cry to Ara just now.

"Pcsst.... Mba... Alone already? So sexy." anyway."

"Diem. Stop by here yuk temenin us. If Malem must not be arrogant gini-- Beautiful Bro! It's big!"

The greeting of two men who sat on the terrace of the cafe when Winarsih flashed made Dean's blood seem to boil.

"Free Ra! That's the cave in front. You the hell from yesterday is not kelar-kelar. We need to talk like that. But not now. Now the cave is busy!" Dean jerked Ara's hand and ran a little after Winarsih.

"From behind is very sexy Bro.." said the man again then whistled long.

Unable to see his wife being treated that way, Dean walked up to the man who was still whistling to the cafe table and put down his bouquet of flowers.

His hand grabbed the man's collar and,

BUGG!! BUGG!!

Two of his fists hit the man's mouth. Winarsih who heard the sound of the chair slamming onto the floor immediately turned around and saw her husband looking down to pull back the collar of the newly fallen man.

The man's friend did not remain silent. His hand instantly pulled Dean's suit collar and threw a single punch towards his chin. Dean took a step back.

"Sir!!" pekik Winarsih's.

Dean rubbed his lips with his thumb and saw a hint of bloodstain there. He quickly picked up a chair and threw it at the man. The man who just got up because of his first blow earlier also immediately got one kick with his long legs.

Ryan, who had just noticed the commotion, ran out of the car to get to his boss.

"Anjin* you!! It seemed like suddenly hitting people for no reason!! Cave report you to the police now. Let you go to jail!" The man spat blood from his mouth onto the terrace floor.

Several guests and waiters had left the cafe to break up the quarrel.

"Cop phone now!" pinta's a man who was hit by Dean's chair throw. The man's friend hurriedly pulled out his phone.

Winarsih ran small to pull her husband's arm slightly away from the place. But Dean, feeling unfinished, approached the man again and reached into his pants pocket to reach for his wallet.

Winarsih was still holding the back of her husband's suit, afraid that Dean might come back to pounce on the two men. Once upon a time, Winarsih felt that he had seen the eyes full of emotion. She's afraid.

Opening his wallet at a glance, Dean pulled out a business card and dumped it on the face of the man holding the phone.

"Article 315 KUHP. Articles 281, 289 to 296 of the Criminal Code. Read it all. Verbal abuse! That's a cave business card. Gua wait for your demands to go to Danawira's Law Firm." Dean put his wallet back in his pocket.

Then Dean grabbed a bouquet of roses that still lay neatly on the table.

"Come on, let's have lunch first. I was laper. The woman in the back just happened to meet. Don't talk about it yet." Dean grabbed his wife and left the place.

Ryan who was still flabbergasted saw Dean throw an iron chair at someone's body hurriedly following his superior.

"Why is there no warning, sir?" ryan asked, still looking at the two men who were massaging their heads and holding their mouths.

"Why were both hands created if not for a fistfight?" Dean asked his secretary.

"This is a flower for you. How heavy you struggle ngasi this flower to you Mom. My lips are bloody gini. Tomorrow I think I'm going to thump people a lot because you're going alone." Dean pulled Winarsih's head and peeked at his wife's top. Winarsih walked silently with a bouquet of roses in her arms.

Ryan still looked back occasionally to make sure the crowd in front of the cafe was over. Not far from that place, Ryan's eyes caught a woman who had not seen Dean who was rubbing his wife's arm.

The To Be Continued.....