LOVE WINARSIH

125. Son And Mother

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"His hand is here just don't go anywhere." Dean held Winarsih's hand to stay above her thigh as she drove.

"I feel like we're like Win's newlyweds, but the one whose marriage was forcibly betrothed" Dean said.

"Huh? How come?" tanya Winarsih looked at her husband.

"Yes, look at your eyes like that to me. I had to." Dean clenched his mouth slightly pouting.

Winarsih slightly restrained her smile when she heard Dean say that. Ryan had returned to the office shortly after they finished eating at the restaurant. And that afternoon Dean took her around from one clothing store to another.

"Not forced," muttered Winarsih.

"Not forced, but if it's difficult to heal. I've been battered for Ms. Winar" Dean said.

"Live to play a hit, people mock us until we are hoarse also not hurt sir," replied Winarsih.

"My pride is what hurt Win," Dean said.

"Same. That's how it is," continued Winarsih.

"Win as well." Dean took his wife's hand and placed the back of the hand in her mouth.

Towards that night, Winarsih got off the pitching car and Dean walked next to her carrying a bunch of grocery bags.

Winarsih walked directly to the family room where Uti Dirja used to sit watching television while watching the Babysitter who was packing her baby.

"Well, have you had a shower?" ask Winarsih to her mother-in-law.

"Udah, but the shampoo is not good. His head is less massaged." Amalia's mom was complaining to her daughter-in-law.

"Tomorrow my shampooing of Mama's hair. I'm home tomorrow." Winarsih sat on the sofa spread her arms asking Dirja of the Babysitter.

"What kind of mother's son was left all day?" ask Winarsih to the baby. "Susu used to be the same mother?" Winarsih unbuttoned her clothes and began breastfeeding Dirja who had wriggled to realize the presence of her mother.

"Mommy misses the same Dirja, it was out of the salon feel like going home directly. But Mr. Dateng, take a meal." Winarsih talks to her baby.

"You went to the salon? Dean sniffles into the salon?" mother asked Amalia as if she wanted to convince her hearing. Winarsih.

"Udah is really like a high school kid, keep playing. His Papa trial was somehow made. Just relax. Let's say if you know, it must say Mama's chatty." Ms. Amalia is still nagging about Dean in front of Winarsih and the baby.

While sitting listening to her mother-in-law who was complaining about her son, Winarsih just sat back and listened.

Winarsih realized, sometimes a person does not need a interlocutor, but only needs an ear to listen to his complaints.

At 8 pm Dean was holding his son around the dining room while waiting for Winarsih to arrange side dishes on the table. That's a little late for dinner because they just got home an hour ago.

Ms. Amalia had been sitting in her usual chair position. While Dean, usually will replace the seat of Mr. Hartono in the main dining chair.

Ms. Amalia who was on Dean's left side had been watching her youngest child. The corner of his left lip looks flushed like a punch mark. Is there something in the office now called brawl too? Dean's usual face seemed to have no stains in the slightest making the wound so noticeable.

"Mama, Mama can eat." Winarsih stood to spoon the rice to Dean's plate first so that the rice was quickly cold. And Dean, seeing that dinner had been prepared, handed Dirja back to his Babysitter and headed for Mr. Hartono's seat.

"Mama's got enough?" ask Winarsih to Miss Amalia.

"Enough" replied Amalia. His eyes could not be seen the right hand of his son who had been sitting before squeezing his wife's ass.

"Fish for Mama has not been brought here too, I take a moment first." Winarsih put down her rice spot and went to the back. Since the stroke, the old woman's diet was a little different. Amalia now eats more menu boiled without salt.

As Winarsih walked towards the kitchen, Ms. Amalia picked up a spoon and hit the back of Dean's left hand.

"Ouch! What the hell is Ma? Sick tau," Dean's murmur stroked the back of his hand.

"Great tenit! From earlier work you seduced his mother Dirja aja. Not ashamed of my mom," said Ms. Amalia put down her spoon.

"The name is kangen." replied Dean casually.

"He's eating, don't bother. Mama likes it because she doesn't carry your kayak. Nurut. Mama is being watched," said Amalia.

"This Mama, if people hate to hate. If you like it, like it." Dean picked up a pair of flatware because he felt the rice was cold.

"The same as your nature. If you like the same people from the first can not be banned. That's just beware if the woman who is a hobby of hanging that Mama is shaking your decks again huh! Shame on your son later. So flirty! Kayak will die if not admired by many women. Niru who are you? Your papa is not that!"

"But it's like Mama's nature" Dean said. Amalia's mom grabbed her spoon again and hit Dean's arm.

"Ouch!! My mom said that. Dean was wrong again. Sick tau Ma... Wins... I hit Mama, it hurts." Dean hugged Winarsih's newly arrived stomach at the table and filled the side dish on her mother-in-law's plate.

"Win, after dinner, you go to Mama's room. Mama wants to see something," pinta Bu Amalia who started scooping her rice into her mouth.

"Why are you Ma? Tomorrow ah, Dean also wants to see something about Dirja's mother." Dean pulled Winarsih's arm closer to her.

"Do you want to see what you are?" ask Amalia again.

"Yes, you can't know. It's not a surprise, is it Mom?" Dean squeezed his wife's ass back.

"Let me go to Mama's room first," Winarsih replied as she sat in the chair and filled her own plate.

"Don't win for long" Dean murmured as he glanced at his mother.

Already at 10 p.m., Winarsih had just put the sleeping Dirja into her box.

"The son of a handsome mother, so a good son huh. Dear mom to be spawning as much air as you can breathe."

Winarsih stroked the baby boy's reddish-white plump cheeks before covering the thin broken tile mosquito net that surrounded his box.

"How dear to his father Dirja as much as Ma'am?" asked Dean who just came out of the bathroom.

Winarsih turned to her husband and went to the dresser. From the bottom drawer he took out a small white box containing a little medicine.

"Here" called Winarsih to her husband, patting the edge of the bed where she was sitting.

Dean followed his wife and sat down in front of the woman.

"Other times do not carelessly thud people, if there are people carrying sharp weapons or the like, you can be injured. Inget at home there is a child who every day waiting for his father to come home." Winarsih took out a cotton bud and pressed the wound ointment to the tip.

"Yes, Mom." Dean thrust his injured lip at Winarsih.

"I don't want to see you taped to other women. I'm jealous. Try Mr. Shadowin if I just plastered Irman. How do you feel?"

"Damn!! Amit-amit!" Dean immediately glared away his face from Winarsih.

"Here," call Winarsih again to get her husband close.

"Oh yes" muttered Dean, bringing his face closer. "But I don't mean just, I just don't realize if there's a mega-ngin I win."

"Ckk!!" Winarsih clucked slightly irritated and pressed the wound on her husband's lips.

"Ouch!" Dean saw his wife's annoyed expression. With a spoiled face he again pointed at his lip wound that was being ditotoli ointment. "Slow down Bu Win... It hurts..."

"It hurts too..." Dean showed the back of his right hand being scuffed and flushed.

After she finished treating the small wound obtained by her husband, Winarsih again kept her medicine box and returned to the bed.

Dean immediately hugged Winarsih and buried his face in the woman's chest. Winarsih wears a brown batik negligee that has front buttons to make it easier to breastfeed.

"Yuk Win," asked Dean flirtatiously.

"Where?" ask Winarsih.

"Ke Jambi where his mbah Dirja-masa is just that again. I miss." Dean's voice was muffled as he still buried his face in his wife's chest.

"I can't, I'm again that." Winarsih pulled a blanket over her legs.

"But I want to," whined Dean began unbuttoning his wife's negligent batik. "You used to kiss me Win" whined Dean again.

"Dicium by Win," Dean's plea.

"Sir, all day outside." Winarsih closed her eyes.

"You don't know what I am?" ask Dean.

"So that's what you wanted to see?" Winarsih smiled amusedly still with her eyes closed.

"Bu Winar is evil.." Dean pulled down his wife's bra and saw her favorite pink breastplate.

"Win.." persuade Dean again. His tongue began to sweep over the peak of Winarsih's chest. Winarsih just closed her eyes trying hard to sleep and ignored her husband.

"Bu Winar.." call Dean again. "I'm ready for this Win" Dean looked up at his wife's sleeping face.

"It's really Win, though," Dean grumbled.

Dean who usually always gets what he wants, from that night must start to change the motto in his life.

The To Be Continued.....