LOVE WINARSIH

132. Mas Perky

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"I'm afraid." - Winarsih muttered as Dean hugged her before going to bed that night.

"What's? I'm not horrified." Dean lifted his face and looked at Winarsih.

"Mas Dean was dashing.." muttered Winarsih again.

"How dare you say that now" said Dean with a big smile.

"Emang true. Gallant."

"When I've just won a quarter of my charm."

Winarsih.

"What's that?" Dean laughed at his wife's cheek.

"When are we going to Jambi?" winarsih asked while scratching her husband's chin.

"How about another month? Still patient?" dean asked, rubbing his wife's back.

"Patience, if I can't wait I've been back to Jambi for a long time" replied Winarsih. Dean laughed out loud at his wife's words just now.

"Dik Winar is getting better." Dean kissed his wife's neck again.

"The word mother, neighbors so often to the house, let alone the middleman family. Mother will be given a macem-macem if there is a harvest," said Winarsih.

"Oh yeah? Why that? Never was it before?" dean asked a little.

Winarsih. "Never. At all. I don't understand the thought of most people looking at people who can't."

"Now the mother is known as the Minister besan. Which is already established and considered to exist in the village. Previously, for work so a day laborer just have to have an acquaintance." Winarsih glared still rubbing her husband's chin and cheeks.

"Sometimes the human mind is strange. Go to a party of rich people vying to wear the best clothes and bang the envelope money with a decent amount of reason to be embarrassed if a little ngasi. Going to a party in the family can not afford, come with clothes and money envelope sober for the reason the owner of the party is accustomed, surely understand. In fact, the less capable is much more necessary with the contents of the envelope, and also want to be appreciated with a nice guest dress. You know what I mean?" tanya Winarsih looked at her husband's face.

"Guerti, I understand. Winarsih is different. My stubborn wife, who tried to conquer everything with her love and thought. I feel lucky to be your husband. Your thinking is sexy. Bu Sumi and Mr. Padmo managed to educate you to be a tough woman and have a broad mind despite living in such a small village." Dean lifted his wife's chin and kissed Winarsih's lips long ago. He closed his eyes enjoying the welcome of his wife's open lips. Winarsih is getting better at kissing, he thought.

Dean let go of his kiss and looked at Winarsih. "That's because humans do have the nature to be recognized for their existence in this world. Want to be considered there, want to be appreciated. That's aja. All must be," continued Dean again with a slightly rapid breath. He saw that his wife's face was turning red because of her long kiss.

Winarsih's hands down rubbed her husband's chest. "Everybody basically just wants to be appreciated. So..." Winarsih lifted Dean's pajama top and rubbed her husband's stomach slowly.

"So what's Win? You don't talk half and half if his hand is there again" said Dean glanced at Winarsih's hand behind his pajamas.

"So I can go to school again?" tanya Winarsih pasted her hand into her husband's rubber waist pajama pants.

"Hmmm-? School huh? Package C?" dean rubbed his wife's lower lip.

"Yes..."

"That's fine. Let Novi take care of it immediately."

"What about college?" ask Winarsih again. Her hands were still rubbing her husband's back and stomach slowly.

"his college? Into the classroom? Hmmm-" Dean kissed his wife's neck again.

"Yes, college." Winarsih turned her hand back to Dean's stomach and went into the front of the man's pajama pants. His right hand traced the edge of his underwear and stopped there for a moment.

"Yes college...." Dean still kissed his wife's jaw.

Winarsih's hand then went deeper and immediately found something that had risen since earlier.

"How was college?" asked Winarsih again when grasping the body part of her husband's pride. Dean's breath felt increasingly warm at his neck and a subtle sigh began to pour out from the man's mouth.

"That-may... The college can." Dean's hand squeezed Winarsih's chest and stopped to remove his wife's negligent button. When the front daster button was fully open, Dean pulled the front of the bra open on one side.

Dean stopped the rain of his kiss on Winarsih's neck and pulled the woman's waist up until her position became more upward. A second later Dean had swept his tongue over the top of his wife's chest.

Winarsih's hand was being freed from down there, and she was now clutching her husband's sipping head on her chest. She felt her husband's fingers had guerrilla down there pressing and massaging the female part.

Winarsih took a breath, "so college can ya?"

"Hmmm-" Dean's still busy.

"Mas.." call Winarsih while kissing her husband's head and squeezing Dean's hair softly as she felt the man's fingers tickle her down there.

Love, he was indeed love for this man he thought. "So can you? The real college?" rewinding Winarsih again wants to make sure.

Quiet for a moment. Winarsih closed her eyes because of the wave of pleasure caused by Dean's finger touch in the core of her femininity.

As he noticed Winarsih's body twitching and squeezing his finger, Dean stopped sipping on the top of the woman's chest and looked up at his wife. Dean smiled then he let go of his grip.

"Lecture, but from home. There will be a Novi or other assistants can nemenin you. Can't go to college. Well, those college kids will make my mind not calm." Dean pulled up the negligee his wife was wearing to the head.

"Well, that's okay, too." Winarsih straightened the location of the bed and looked at Dean who was taking off his clothes.

Dean's already bare-chested. He was kneeling on his wife's body, resting with both hands and looking down at her face.

"You're a pinter, I'm also a schoolgirl again. My children will be educated with motherly and educated women. Who wouldn't want to? As a true wife, you have fulfilled all my expectations. Winarsih's love is actually more than enough for me. But if college again makes you happy, it will also complement my happiness Win."

Winarsih looked closely at her husband's eyes under the bright yellow light of their warm room.

Dean was everything to him. Actually, her husband did not need to be jealous of her at all. His heart and body belonged to the man completely. Dean had also fulfilled his expectations about the figure of a husband.

But, as Dean said, if by studying from home can make her husband more calm and happy, then it will also complement his own happiness.

Winarsih poked her hands around Dean's neck and pulled the man to kiss her lips.

Dean undid the whole outfit without letting go of the kiss on his wife's lips. And with a hasty hand gesture, Dean pulled off the lower cover of his wife's body.

What made him so possessive of Winarsih?

Dean rarely thought about it. Because of his feelings he never felt it in the romance he had lived with many women.

Ever since the first sight of Winarsih's innocent face arriving at his house, Dean had only been pitying and slicing. A sweet girl who was escorted by her boyfriend to work became a housekeeper. That'sthat's all.

And in the end, without him knowing it himself, he hated his girlfriend for no reason.

"Mas.." call Winarsih looking up at her husband.

"Yes..." Dean's looking down. He moved his face until his nose touched.

"Makasi.." said Winarsih.

"I made Win," said Dean, looking down at his wife and entering her body. Their eyes were still locked onto each other.

Slowly Dean moved still unable to stare at every expression that appeared on Winarsih's face. The woman groaned, sighed and bit her lower lip withstanding the sensation she was feeling entering her body many times.

"I love you Mom" whispered Dean in his wife's ear then lowered his head to hug the woman's body tightly and move faster.

Winarsih again groaned long and Dean moved back to sip the top of his wife's chest. He was getting closer to his satisfaction point. Until finally he sipped the top of the chest a little harder than usual.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh... Win..."

Dean gasped and got up to look at Winarsih.

"Udah," said Dean. "This one I didn't ask for."

"How would you like to ask for more if every malem nyicil."

"And you started earlier" said Dean with a big smile.

"Although almost every mallem, but the content continues a lot yes," Winarsih said. Dean laughed at the joke his wife had made so much progress.

"Every time you squirm your food, the bullet automatically refills itself." Dean laughed and kissed his wife's cheek.

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A week later Anggi returned to the Netherlands. Dean assured his brother that the trial would end in a fair verdict. He promised to send a copy of the verdict to Anggi later.

Novi who got the task to take care of the needs of the C Winarsih Package seems to be just as excited as the wife of his boss. In an instant, Dean's desk was filled with textbooks and various forms to be filled.

Winarsih looks really thirsty for science. Although he had not held a reading book for a long time, he returned to pursue the world of education that was too late to get.

In between her time taking care of the baby and helping to complete the needs of her mother-in-law, Winarsih always took her time by reading.

Lately even Dean caught his wife reading biographies of world leaders he had.

"Mom, this is the book. It was Mr Ryan who brought them here" said Novi who had just entered Winarsih's room.

"Sir Ryan? His father's been home?" ask Winarsih.

"Udah, just now. With Mr. Ryan too but different cars."

"And the book can be tititip same Mr. Dirja, why should be escorted here? I don't feel good Nov nerepotin Mr. Ryan."

"No nicotine, all of you..." Novi's words stopped.

Noticing something Winarsih immediately smiled and chuckled, "Yes... I forgot."

"I went down first Ma'am" said Novi.

"Yes, I'm going down, too. Maybe Mr. Dirja went straight to the dining table or played with Dirja below." Winarsih took out a few books from the plastic bag then placed them on the table.

When she arrived at the dining room, Winarsih saw her husband holding their baby.

"Shower now, it's malem." Winarsih spread her hands towards her son.

"First, I still miss my son." Dean raised Dirja to the front of his face and kissed the plump baby boy's belly. Dirja laughs amusedly.

"Kiss who's son?" tanya Winarsih laughs at the baby.

"Dicium Om Good?" dean asked his son.

PLAKK!!

Dean received a slightly loud pat on his arm. Although grimacing, but he giggled to see the face of his wife sewot.

"Here, my son." Winarsih took the baby out of his father's hand.

"The mother was fierce, yes" said Dean still laughing.

"There shower!" sergeant Winarsih. "Let's eat right away" he asked again

"Where was Ryan? I still have a need. Is it home?" dean asked and walked up the stairs to look at his secretary's car.

"The car is still there, the person is not looking," murmured Dean then returned to the dining table.

"No way, it's still here." Winarsih was in contention.

"So I asked him to get a letter from the court. I want to read it again. For a moment I look for him first - I immediately took a bath Dear.." added Dean when he saw the gaze of his wife.

Dean walked straight into the kitchen until he met Mbah. When he saw Mbah shaking his head as he asked Ryan where he was, Dean continued to step out of the dirty kitchen door and turned left. A place where waist-high bamboo plants frame the path.

Dean's gaze swept across the corner of the left-wing courtyard of the house where Winarsih's now pitch-black room was located. He slightly smiled as he looked at the small building.

Then he continued his steps to the left until his gaze was fixed on a couple of lovers who were laughing small near the bonsai tree.

"God! Wanted to everywhere the taunya even here. Not in here. It's a historic place. The cave does not want you to have the same history as the cave. Dating in front. On terrace. Under the bright lights" Dean scolded his secretary.

"What the hell... It's out of office hours" Ryan said.

"No need to go," cut Dean quickly.

"Emang why?"

"This place has a lot of demons. Fought ahead. Take the letter from the court. Come on-let's hurry."

And like a father who had just caught his son dating, Dean led the lovers back to the front of the house.

The To Be Continued.....