LOVE WINARSIH

129. Tender-hearted

juskelapa asked for his like first, later so thirsty like. But it's okay to be hungry for love and power.

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"Who taught you to be like this?" dean asked in astonishment as his eyes closed again enjoying the kiss and swipe of Winarsih's tongue on his neck and lips.

"Who else is teaching?" Winarsih asked back.

"Yes too" murmured Dean. "You are a student who learns."

"Yes..."

"Oh Win, I'm goosebumps this." Dean instead kissed his wife's neck.

"Why goosebumps?" tanya Winarsih. Dean's body still feels warmer but not as hot as before.

"I feel like a newlywed, hmmm-" Dean bites and sips his wife's shoulder.

"I'm not done talking, yet,"

"Dik Winar what do you want to say? Your body is ready to be shaken. Hihi..." Dean giggled amusedly as he said that.

"Kok that.." - Winarsih.

"I like it baby... I like you to call that. More friendly, I woke up down there. Try to hold it." Dean drew his wife's hand and placed Winarsih's hand on her maleness.

"Wake up again, I'm sorry."

"Accumulation," said Dean.

Then he put his nose right in front of Winarsih's nose. In the dim light of the yellow light, Dean looked into his wife's eyes.

"You're so beautiful, Dik Win, I'm in love again. Once again yuk. Mumpung Dirja hasn't woken up yet." Dean kissed and squeezed his wife's chest.

"Aren't you going to take a hot drug first?" ask Winarsih to Dean who is still busy with squeezing and sipping activities on his wife's chest.

"Hmmm-" Dean just muttered as he shook his head. His mouth is busy. After spending some time with his hobby.

Dean raised one of Winarsih's legs above her waist. And began to re-enter his wife's body.

Winarsih looks grimacing.

"Why? Schnell? Feels right to the heart is the range?" Dean chuckled at the look on his wife's face which turned into a sneer at his words.

Winarsih who was lying on her side facing Dean continued to watch her husband's face as she sighed and grimaced again due to her own movements.

Dean's straight black hair fell over his forehead. Winarsih saw sweat begin to drip on her husband's sideburns. His hand then moved about to hold Dean's cheek to feel the man's body temperature. But then a wave of pleasure came to him.

Winarsih's hand stopped on Dean's arm and gripped him hard. "Mas.." cried Winarsih.

"Aduuuhh..." Dean groaned then jerked his body many times. The man's breath was puffing. His eyes were immediately on his wife.

"You call me Mas, I'm a spit." Dean spoke still while adjusting his breathing.

"It can be," said Winarsih.

"Sexy Win, your face says that makes me overwhelmed." Dean pulled his body and lowered Winarsih's leg.

"Udah?" ask Winarsih.

"Udah, the dose of medicine is right. I can sleep well no more nightmares." Dean pulled his wife's body back into his arms.

"Mba Anggi the day after nyampe said mama," said Winarsih suddenly.

"Yes, why?"

"I'm a little worried Mba Anggi is surprised to see me. I may be far from the shadow of a sister-in-law who married her sister" Winarsih said.

"You've passed the number one woman in this house, it means Mba Anggi is not something you should worry about. He's good as his sister." Dean stroked his wife's back.

"How good is his sister? First I came to work here, already scolded. I'm a fool for being slow. I was just working. Why should you be so angry? If that's all I'm still hurting."

"Why are you angry? Hmmm-That's probably because lately I've been fighting with papa a lot. Every time there is a job that is not real, I sprayed papa. That's why I sprayed you at that time. Sampe now it turns out I sprayed Dik Winar more and more," said Dean then chuckled.

"Joking on, I'm serious."

"I'm cool, we're better afdol. Now it's the opposite. You're cuddled, this Mas-mu can have a fever. Less powerful what are you, Dik?"

"You're talking really cool" Winarsih said, closing her husband's mouth. Dean grabbed Winarsih's hand and kissed her.

"Mulut Mas-mu is capital looking for money to pay for your groceries yesterday. The money is not the result of waiting for a candle or rapping a teapot Dik."

Winarsih laughed at Dean's speech which was always slippery and difficult to find the gap.

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"Wake up today, don't you? The body is not hot" said Winarsih who was at dawn wearing a towel just came out of the bathroom.

"I'm not going to Win's office, I want to be at home with you. Sorean wants to jump on dirja and her mother out." Dean rolled back in his blanket.

"Yes even though the work does not still have to wake up, take a shower, let breakfast. Time to go downstairs and not take a shower? That's it 2 times." Winarsih opened the closet and took her clothes.

Then he turned his back to the bed and removed the towel to put on his underwear. Dean opened his eyes to enjoy the sight he felt he had not seen for a long time.

"Mas.." call Winarsih.

Dean straightened his head, "Yes?"

"I need help." Winarsih's hand held two bra hooks behind her shoulder. "I can't be too independent..."

Dean got up from his lying position and headed towards Winarsih who was standing facing the dressing table.

Dean stood right behind his wife to help the woman hook the bra.

"Mas said, like things like this.." murmured Winarsih.

Dean put his chin on the top of his wife's head while hooking the bra and looking at her reflection through the glass.

Dean was still staring at the reflection of his wife who was wearing only underwear. After finishing hooking up his wife's bra, Dean hugged the woman from behind and smelled the fragrance of the shampoo and soap that still lingered.

"Yes, I love it when you need me..." Dean kissed his wife's neck. "Such fragrance," murmured Dean.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower, I'm going down to eat breakfast. Dirja woke up but was sick until full and sleep again."

"I took a shower, yes" said Dean. He went back down to kiss his wife's cheek.

At 06.30 am Dean just came down while holding Dirja who had opened his eyes wide.

"A long time ago woke up?" tanya Winarsih kisses the cheek on her son.

"Udah from now on, I had just played down," replied Dean.

"This is the same mother" Winarsih took Dirja from his father's hand.

Upon arriving at the dinner table, Dean pulled a chair for his wife and Winarsih sat still with Dirja in his arms.

Mr. Hartono and Ms. Amalia looked at each other to see the sweet behavior of her son.

"Snice or bread Win?" ask Dean.

"Just fried rice" replied Winarsih at a glance looking at her in-laws who were still staring at Dean in wonder.

"Dirja kasi to mbaknya first, so you can eat first darling." Dean called Dirja's babysitter who was standing nearby. After Dirja was in her babysitter's arms Dean moved her wife's seat forward and confirmed the woman's plate.

"White water?" ask Dean again.

"Yes sir" replied Winarsih.

"Cow sir? Malem called him Mas.." said Dean. Winarsih looked towards Bu Amalia who was now sneering at Dean.

Under the table Winarsih pinched her husband's thigh to stop his silly behavior.

"You why pinch my thighs? His name is husband and wife must be friendly gini," continued Dean.

"Even, you used to be this way because you already got what you want. It used to be so good if you asked for anything followed. It must be." Amalia's mother sneered at her son.

"Not to the office?" ask Ms. Amalia later.

"No, Dean wanted me time with Dirja and his mother" replied Dean.

"The trial's going through with De?" ask Mr. Hartono.

"Udah, hopefully all is done. Stay live only. Hope you win," Dean said grinningly to his papa.

"Well, winning means still windfall" continued Mr. Hartono. Amalia was silent to hear her husband's words.

"Besok Anggi nyampe right Ma?" ask Mr. Hartono.

"Yes, he wants to come to that court. I want to see his sister plead. He said he hadn't seen Dean show off in a long time. Usually if you see Dean's ability to improve he said," said Amalia laughed.

"Not seen also Dean great to be a lawyer. The title of famous lawyer did not come in just one night." Dean put on a pouting face.

"What did you say?" ma'am Amalia was teasing her sullen youngest child.

"Yes dong client," Dean said again.

"Not a girl?" Ms. Amalia laughed amusedly as she saw Winarsih smiling at the sullen Dean.

"Don't bring girls dong Ma, just now Dean's malem dearest mother Dirja again." Dean turned to Winarsih and rubbed his wife's back.

Winarsih looked at her husband.

"Dik Win embarrassed huh? Though Malem called him Mas.." said Dean while winking his eyes at Winarsih.

Mr. Hartono laughed out loud.

"Your son is Pa" Miss Amalia then looked back at her plate.

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"Mas.." call Winarsih when finished pecking himself in front of the tall glass in the corner of the room.

"Yes-Dear-" Dean is still sleeping in bed waiting for his wife to finish dressing up.

"Dirja is still sleeping, I'm done but before I go I want to go to the kitchen first see the results of the herbal stew. So I go down first yes, I will wait on the terrace directly. I brought Dirja. About 20 minutes."

"Yes Dear-" Dean replied but his gaze was still on his phone.

Dean is replying to a message in the group chat Gank Duda Akut. His friends thought that he was sulking after the incident in Beer Garden yesterday.

"I went down first" Winarsih said, then closed the door. That afternoon Dean took his daughters to a mall for a threesome date and dinner at a restaurant of his choice.

About 20 minutes spent in the kitchen, Winarsih had taken a bag of Dirja paraphernalia from her babysitter's hand and went to the porch.

She told Dirja's babysitter that today she would take her baby without a nurse. She really wants to spend time with her husband and children.

"Bu Win, get in the car. Wait for the day in the car." Mr. Noto opened the car door.

"Oh yeah, tell Mr. Dean I'm in the car, sir." Winarsih got into the car and sat in her chair. He took a soft baby blanket as a base for Dirja on his lap later.

It wasn't until five minutes later that Dean got into the car and closed the door.

"Sir Noto, let's go now" Dean asked.

"Sir!" pekik Winarsih's.

"Yes Honey... Why?" dean replied slightly surprised at the tone of his wife's voice.

"Where's it? My son was left in the room alone." Winarsih got up to open the car door.

"Geez Win I forgot, I'll take it." It's like flying out of Dean's car running back into the house. Just made up last night, but this afternoon she's left her son sleeping in a baby box alone.

After returning a moment later with Dirja in his arms, Dean looked timidly at Winarsih as he placed the baby on his mother's lap.

"My son was left alone in the box as his father," Winarsih said.

"Sorry Win, because he doesn't have his voice." Dean defended himself.

"Where do people sleep? Any sounds?" ask Winarsih.

"Sorry baby, I'm sorry, son," Dean kissed Dirja's head, which his mother immediately breastfed.

"Newly called for a moment Mas had forgotten to have children," whistle again Winarsih. Mr. Noto has done the car leave the yard.

"Sorry, dear,"

"Kasian my son,"

"I'm sorry, son,"

"Holding HP continues, speaking not horrified."

"Sorry, dear,"

"My son's father is missing,"

"Sorry..."

Dean moved his seat forward to hug Winarsih's waist and watch Dirja breastfeeding.

"When I was at home I forgot. How about outside,"

"You may not forget outside. Dik Winar is my home. So Dean couldn't have forgotten his house." Dean bit his lower lip staring at Winarsih who was pouting at him.

The To Be Continued.....