LOVE WINARSIH

13. Sorry ?

Winarsih is restless in her room because she feels guilty about Utomo being kicked out by Dean. He was worried whether to call Utomo that night, or tomorrow.

Not reluctant to find out the news of his lover, Winarsih was only worried that Utomo would return to the residence of Mr. Hartono.

It was already quite late if they lived in Beringin Village. But his sleepy eyes could not also be brought to sleep.

Moments later, Winarsih had been sneaking out of his room down the path to the back kitchen door which was usually only closed but never locked to facilitate employees in and out if the employer had sudden needs.

After making sure there was no one in the kitchen, Winarsih turned left towards the staff room which had a telephone plane.

Winarsih has memorized the outside head of her lover's mobile number. So after lifting the plane, his fingers nimbly pressed the button on the phone.

"Hello, Mas Ut?" greet Winarsih when she hears the answer from across.

"Where is your master Win? Still mad?" utomo asked sounding worried from across.

"Well, Dean has been going outside since. Her parents also left" Winarsih replied quietly for fear that her voice would wake up Mbah whose room was just behind the wall where she was standing.

"So? Everybody off?" utomo asked across the street with a tone of voice starting to get excited.

"Yes, it's."

"I went there, Win, there was no one. We dated for a while. I'm so miss. I want to kiss you." As usual Utomo voiced his heart which even made Winarsih worried.

"Don't Mas, we'll see you tomorrow. Tomorrow I call Mas Ut again. I'm tired of going to sleep anyway," Winarsih cut quickly to stop Utomo from urging her.

I don't know what feelings were left in his heart for Utomo. When he was with the man, he was always shrouded in worry. But he was also worried if Utomo sulked at him.

Winarsih felt indebted, because Utomolah helped him to work in the house.

After Utomo agreed that they would meet outside the house tomorrow afternoon, Winarsih put down the phone plane and intended to return to her room.

As he went outside the main kitchen, his faint ears caught the voice of the woman as if she was getting angry.

It was past midnight, his employer wasn't home, and Dean probably wasn't back because he didn't see the white car he used to drive.

Brushing aside the thought that there could be no commotion at the home of a minister who had a security guard, Winarsih turned her foot to the left.

He wanted to go to the side yard. His gaze was fixed on Dean's white car parked near the border into the courtyard.

A slim and sexy woman stood pulling the arm of a man Winarsih recognized as Dean.

Realizing what he was witnessing, Winarsih hurriedly turned around wanting to leave the place immediately.

"We did it tonight. And you're treating me like a gini now. You actually love me not the same? Is it because Papa you deny our relationship that you are half-way through it? Where is your Papa's woman of choice? That maid?? Da? She's the maid that Mr. Hartono often compares with me?" the scream of the beautiful woman was very clear in the silence that night.

Winarsih stood still because she heard the words of the woman who was now pointing at her.

After Mr. Hartono, now the woman whom he had assumed as Dean's lover also brought his body as a reason for quarrel.

Winarsih felt very unlucky. What's up with him?

Dean who now turned to look at him seemed to be in no good condition. The man held his stomach while staggered.

"You go home Dis, please, or I call Mr Rojak?" Dean turned around and walked away from the sexy woman.

Dean's girlfriend stomped her feet then left Dean who walked slowly while occasionally looking down.

Hearing Dean's words, Winarsih also quickly turned around.

His mouth was praying. Hopefully his decision to leave Dean there drunk is not a new problem later on.

He didn't know what to do with that guy. Dean could have asked me exactly what he was doing that late outside.

If Winarsih came to him, Dean could also abuse him because he was judged presumptuous on the employer. Duh, bother to be a housekeeper in the house, thought Winarsih.

Still a few steps away, Winarsih heard Dean duck and vomit while holding on to a giant bonsai tree. The neat green grass underneath was immediately decorated with a splash of the man's entrails.

His hands massaged Dean's nape and shoulders to make the man feel better. Dean who received the treatment from Winarsih continued his vomit several times.

Now Winarsih patted and rubbed Dean's back gently. This treatment was exactly as he had done to Utomo, when his lover was forced to drink red wine in the wedding celebration of the son of one of the middlemen in Beringin Village.

At that time Utomo who never drank alcoholic beverages, cheered by his friends to rise to the stage and almost sang an album dangdut koplo song. Utomo was not good at singing.

Winarsih had to come up to the stage to drag Utomo down. Winarsih pity her lover. Winarsih also felt sorry for the guests who were still there because they were forced to hear the sound of Utomo collapsing.

"Win, I'm going to go to the room. I want to rest. Help me," Dean said softly as he wiped his mouth.

Winarsih was a little amazed by the thing she had just heard. Dean's voice was so weak and asked him for help.

After Dean was upright from his bent position earlier, Winarsih took Dean's left hand and draped it on his shoulder.

Slowly he brought Dean in through the dirty kitchen door, because the distance was closer. Trained Dean followed Winarsih's footsteps. Several times they both almost fell because he could not hold Dean's body weight.

Dean's room was on the second floor, heading there they had to go through a circular staircase that was in the house's ballroom.

Previously Winarsih did not know the exact location of his employer's child's room because his work was not related to the cleanliness of each room in the house.

But teenage boys who work during the day, once showed the location of the rooms of their employers. Including the location of Dean's brother's room when visiting there.

A few minutes dragged Dean who was completely drunk, making Winarsih's sweat wet his forehead. Apparently, memapah men of this size more tiring than planting a patch of rice fields.

With a breath of breath Winarsih finally arrived in front of Dean's room. With a single push, the man opened his room. It was not locked.

Winarsih takes Dean to a large black bed with a shiny headboard. He never thought that his master's son's room would be as big and neat.

Yes, of course neat. There were many maids who could clean the room at any time.

Dean threw himself on the bed with the same breath as him. Dean groaned and rolled to the side.

"Drink." Dean pointed at a tall dispenser located next to the table. Next to him was a new batch of paper cups.

Quickly Winarsih filled the cup with water and thrust it at Dean.

Seeing Dean not getting up to get his water, Winarsih sat on the edge of the bed and lifted the man's back with his right hand.

Dean drank water to the fullest. His breath was still breathing. His eyes were staring at Winarsih.

Like a man who sleeps walking, Dean is like saying something to him.

Dean muttered indistinctly which made Winarsih have to duck and bring her ears closer to Dean's lips.

"Win.. sorry," said Dean.

Oh, maybe Dean's sorry that these few days have been so anti-herb against him that they've been cursing. Winarsih's thoughts were really very positive for her employer's son.

"Yes sir, it's okay. Yes, Mr. Dean rested. I say thank you first" Winarsih said as he got up and took a paper cup from Dean's hand.

"Sorry Win," Dean suddenly pulled his body down to the man's side. The paper cup in his hand was broken off.

"Sir Dean!" pekik Winarsih's.

"I can't control it. I need you tonight. You must have done it too." Dean rolled to the right to take Winarsih.

"No sir, I've never been so. No sir," Winarsih said in a panic as Dean continued to push her.

"Win, don't hesitate. I know your boyfriend also often giniin you. You don't have to scream. There is no one at home. You also know that if your screams are of no use in this house, there will be no one to beat you up." The whisper of Dean's voice in Winarsih's left ear gave the woman goosebumps.

"Sir, I've never. Don't Mr. Dean, I'm a virgin." Winarsih. The water has gone down.

"Don't be hypocritical of you" Dean said as he gripped Winarsih's hands and lifted her up.

The To Be Continued.....