LOVE WINARSIH

130. Anggi Nisakara Hartono's

As usual, this thirsty writer asks dilike first.

Happy Reading to XD

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"Mama... Anggi kangen really," said Anggi hugging Bu Amalia who was in a wheelchair waiting for him on the terrace.

"Sorry Anggi can't go straight home when you're sick." There were sobs from the 39-year-old woman while hugging her mother.

"It's okay, it's... Mama is healthy. There's Dean's wife who won't mama yesterday." Ms. Amalia turned her head towards Winarsih who was standing next to her.

"I'm Winarsih Mba, his wife is Dean. It's our son's spawning." Winarsih extended her handshake to Anggi.

Anggi smiled looking at Winarsih. "Why do I have to shake hands, I want to hug you. Make Win..." Anggi hugged Winarsih with half his body because it was blocked by a plump baby boy who was being held by his mother.

"Makasi because it has taken care of my mother, has a lot of patience with our family." Anggi patted quietly on Winarsih's back.

"Hi Dirja's.... Same brother yuk," said Aya, a 14-year-old girl who is the eldest son of Anggi.

"Sama Ica aja kak," said another smaller daughter to her brother. "Mother Dirja.." call Ica to Winarsih. "Dirja's sister can Ica the fat one?"

Winarsih smiled at the two nieces of Dean's niece who were scrambling to hold Dirja who was now so wriggling uneasily at the sight of a stranger.

"Not yet, later the children become your uwel-uwel suet." Dean took Dirja from Winarsih's hands.

"Here, let's go to the back. Let me have a chat with Uti and Aunt." Dean walked to the left wing of the house to take his two nieces and nephews to the pool.

"Why don't the kids join Mba?" ask Winarsih to Anggi.

"Yes Win, Mas Vino is again on a business trip to Belgium. So because it's time to mepet, yes Mba aja who came home here bring the children. It also can't be long because the kids haven't been on vacation." Anggi pushed his mother's wheelchair into the house.

"Have you not come home yet?" ask Anggi to his mother.

"Yet, maybe a new night is home. The case of tax evasion charges is also still being examined. Your papa's actually. Come and fro every day. Thank goodness it's finished now. The accusation of tax evasion cannot be proven because the company always obeys pay. There are only remaining mining cases. It's up to cassation. If Dean couldn't win either, Hartono Coil would have floated. After Nggi," explained Ms. Amalia as they arrived at the dinner table.

"It can be, Dean certainly can" Anggi added.

Winarsih greeted the tray that Mba Tina was carrying for the young lady who used to live in the house.

"Diminum used to be Mba" Winarsih said, putting a few glasses of cold syrup on the dining table.

"Makasi Win," said Mba Anggi took a glass of syrup water and then sipped it. The weather outside was quite hot. And arriving back in Indonesia when used to be somewhere that has a fairly cool temperature immediately makes the small family growl.

"Mama believes in Dean. He's not a kid anymore. It's the gentlemen," added Anggi laughing.

"That's how it looks like the fathers. Ask his wife how. His name is also Dean's son's mother. Mama knows that she is. If there is something he replied mama just calm-quiet. You know yourself the trouble he's been making." Ms. Amalia pouted a little when she said that to Anggi.

Winarsih who heard that just silently pretended to concern himself with wiping the dew of ice water in his glass that began to drip.

"Ma... Dean's wife is here. Dean is a grown-up. Confidence of trust. Dean also told Anggi what he did. Believe me Ma, Dean has changed a lot from the Anggi see. Once upon a time, there was a person who liked not to care. Go home from work and play with his friend. Now there is Winar and Dirja. Dean was a spoiled habit from a long time ago. Maybe now since marriage it has worked. Isn't it Win?" tanya Anggi turned to Winarsih.

Winarsih did not answer her brother-in-law's words. He just laughed when he heard the woman's words.

"What works. Ask his wife." Ms. Amalia still remembered the event of seeing her son who was being held by another woman in front of a building.

Dean is 10 years younger than his brother. So by the time Anggi had entered college, Dean was still a 4th grader who was very spoiled for his brother and family at home.

Soon Aya and Ica ran in from the side door past the living room and headed to the dining room.

"It's so hot, said Icha." Ica's face, which was once white, has now been flushed like a tomato.

"The two girls are on the heat of Mba," said Dean who came with Dirja whining in his hands. The 4-month-old baby wriggled in his father's hand with a reddened face.

"Dirja Mba hold a moment De, very nervous. The first grandson, from the only son. This position is very important, Ma? Grandchild in." Anggi mentioned about the genealogy of kinship adopted in his mother's ethnic Chinese family.

When hearing Anggi's words about Dirja's position in the order of kinship, Ms. Amalia just silently pegged. His gaze was fixed on the plump baby who was in the sling of his firstborn.

True said Anggi. Dirja is a granddaughter in Chinese kinship. Ms. Amalia recalled how she rejected Winarsih's presence just a moment ago. Rejecting how the former maid could conceive her granddaughter.

But Dirja seemed to show who he was in the family. The baby's face looks a lot like his youngest, Dean. And Dean, he looks a lot like her.

Dirja age 4 months, with white skin, plump body and jet black straight hair sticking out everywhere makes the baby boy look more like his father in infancy.

When she first saw three-day-old Dirja being shown to her by Dean, Ms. Amalia was like seeing a baby Dean.

Until now, if Winarsih was out, Ms. Amalia would take Dirja to her room and kiss her until they fell asleep together.

Ms. Amalia was looking in the shade at Dean and her brother who were talking about a plump baby that kept wriggling in her brother's sling.

"Udah, watch her mother. He cried it. You guys didn't see what? Dirja thirsty? Uti's grandson thirsty? Here Nggi, mama pangku first." Ms. Amalia spread her hands to Dirja.

After kissing Dirja's cheek many times with the help of Anggi who held his nephew, Bu Amalia handed Dirja to Winarsih to breastfeed.

Dean, who had been standing near his brother's chair, walked toward his wife's son across the table. The man then pulled a chair next to his wife and looked at Dirja who was breastfeeding.

"Must see if his son drinks?" ask Anggi.

"Not to be surprised. His job is that. Genitnya everywhere.

Hearing the words of Ms. Amalia Winarsih spread her shoulders so Dean would not get too close.

"What the hell.." muttered Dean pouting.

"That's.." muttered Winarsih telling me what he meant.

"Mama? Anggi MBA? Let it go, it's okay. Why why?" Dean asked back, looking at the face of his mother and brother who were sneering at him.

"And his own wife, not the wife of the one who is circumcised." Dean pouts. Dean then looked back and stroked the cheek of his son who was greedily sleepy suckling from Winarsih.

"What is the old age?" anggi asked in a whisper to his mother.

"Udah. Since having a child," replied Ms. Amalia who was also in a whisper. Anggi who heard his mother's reply turned back to Dean with a look of pity.

"By the way, Ma'am there are horrors if his mother Dirja has not had time to go to SMA-maaf ya Win," said Anggi idle a little towards Winarsih who smiled. "Why if Winar comes after the package c aja? Mba from papa if Winarsih pinter. Papa also says he's learning, understands. You can follow your wife's Package C De. Trus finished Package C take business college. Let it later be able to take care of its shares in Cahaya Mas. That's an opportunity, why didn't you tell your wife?" anggi long.

Hearing the words of his brother who was a lecturer in the Netherlands, Dean was stunned for a moment. She looked at her brother and Winarsih took turns.

Winarsih who felt that she was being talked about turned to listen to her husband's sister's words. Then Winarsih looked at Dean's face that looked less enthusiastic listening to the proposal just now.

"Lecture? Winarsih college? Go to that college? So sophomore?"

"Yes. College takes business. Yes, being a student. I am still young, 22 years old. You should support too. For you too, for your children. Later if you do not want to go to papa company, let Winarsih just hold. At least he understands the shares he bought yesterday."

"Well, although he has learned from Novi a little, but according to Mbak formal path also needed De so that Winarsih can follow the developments that occurred recently. How do you think?" continued Anggi again still staring at his younger brother.

When Anggi finished asking that question, Ms. Amalia also looked at Dean's face which did not look interested at all with her brother's proposal.

"It's okay to go after Package C Dean agreed, but if for Dirja's mother to go to college so a student, sit down, join the class, Dean does not want ah," said Dean.

"Why is that why? It would be better if Winarsih directly participated in studying in class. College is only an hour and two hours. You are like you have never been to college. He was young" Anggi said.

"Yes, since Dirja's mother was young, Dean objected" Dean cut off with a face.

"You why the hell? How do you think it's gini?" ask Anggi.

"And you said Nggi, see for yourself, how is she? Mom knew she would not want her husband to go to school outside the house. He wants his mother to be in the house, not going anywhere. If he goes he wants to," said Bu Amalia raised her eyebrows to look at Dean.

Hearing his mother Dean's words back in a frown.

"Yes, Dean thinks how good it is. Lagian Dirja Kasian often left when his mother came out. He still needs to come straight from his mother." Dean looked down at the sleeping baby boy on his wife's lap.

As Dean said that, Winarsih looked closely at her husband's face a few inches away from her. Her lips pulled a slightly amused smile.

"Next year can already be registered De, pursue the package C" Anggi again reminded Dean.

"Yes, it's from home can also be," concluded Dean. "Tomorrow at 8 am must be ready to go yes Mba," pinta Dean.

"Oh, yes. Okay. Tomorrow we go to court at 8 a.m. Mama's not coming?" ask Anggi.

"No, my mom doesn't want to. Mama was afraid she could not stand it. Then the prosecutor said that she was getting sick from my mom." Ms. Amalia shook her head many times.

"Yes, don't come. Mama don't have to come. Relax at home watching tv," said Winarsih.

"Dirja do not need to be brought Win, stay with mama only can?" ask Ms. Amalia. Dean and Winarsih exchanged glances.

"Tomorrow is just a recitation of cassation memory, Dirja lives with mama is okay, right?" dean asked his wife.

Winarsih nodded.

"Dean ride first yes, will put Dirja to the box." Dean grabbed his wife's shoulder to get up and followed her.

After Dean and Winarsih disappeared from sight, Anggi looked at his mother.

"Liat yourself, right?" whispered Miss Amalia.

"Yes, so possessive."

"Yesterday nonjokin man deket salon until he himself cuts his lips. Mom doesn't want to name him. But mama called Ryan. Winarsih also does not want a macem-macem story about her husband. Fortunately the Dean, his wife is not a snacker," said Ms. Amalia.

"But amused ah, very possessive. Fortunately Vino is not like him," said Anggi.

"She is possessive maybe because she can already imagine her work outside of what she used to be. It's the same cement-mennya if the family must be his business from the first girl continues. That's why he was afraid his wife was out. Now he's the one who doesn't care." Ms. Amalia chuckles.

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"Wins... Hug me here. This rolling nap in the middle-" Dean dumped a roll that lay between him and his wife. "Suami wife kok sleep in the seperate like chicken porridge ama sambelnya aja."

"I don't want a kam-"

"Yes, I don't want to go to college outside, do I? You can't sit in class, right?"

"Why do we know I want to say that?" asked Dean in wonder.

"That's it, especially. If I eat college benches why?" tanya Winarsih was a little irritated.

"No, you'll get a stomachache. You eat the stool." Dean hugged Winarsih and spoke from behind his wife's body.

"Selting," muttered Winarsih.

"It's okay, it's normal that you are sprained and we have different opinions. If humans agree all courts deserted Win..."

"I want to study, school again, too,"

"You're a student, I'm dead Win."

"Died why?"

"Die because of my jealousy. Just a shadow I can't afford. Later my office can close, I join the list sitting next to you continue. The welfare of our family is threatened. You can not buy milk and clothes. The fate of our family is in your hands Win. You learn from home." Dean was still talking from behind his wife. His eyes closed and both hands squeezed and stroked his wife's back.

"Hmmm-segitya huh?" winarsih.

"Yes Win, the whole thing."

"Tomorrow hearing with toga?" ask Winarsih.

"Pake, let's be handsome."

"His handsome,"

"Again yuk Win. Dear if there is a handsome and mighty not used." Dean's hand was looking for the edge of his wife's underwear back there.

The To Be Continued.....