LOVE WINARSIH

133. The Meaning of You

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One month later.

Dirja has been five months old a little and lately more and more napping with Utinya. Indeed, it makes Winarsih who is studying again to be helped because the baby is easily asleep if someone is surrounded.

But the other side is, sometimes Winarsih even feel lonely. Like Dean, Amalia is overprotective of her granddaughter. The health condition of her mother-in-law who is getting better makes her activities now more help take care of Dirja.

Because of that, Dirja babysitter is now less work but with twice the mental burden. How not? Ms. Amalia could spend half an hour interrogating the babysitter for one mosquito bite on Dirja's thigh.

Ms. Amalia is still in the stage of undergoing road-learning therapy in the hospital. The old woman can now walk a few steps by holding onto someone or using a cane with four legs.

"Mom!" call Ms. Amalia to Dirja's babysitter who is sitting not far from her who is holding the baby.

"This diaper looks like it's filled. Try taking another new one. Replaced this. Kasian later can rash his thighs," pinta Bu Amalia on babysitter.

Winarsih who was in the dining room heard the words of her mother-in-law and went straight to the family room.

"Dirja why...?" tanya Winarsih softly.

"Popoknya Win," said Ms. Amalia still holding the baby sitting on the sofa and watching television.

Winarsih fingered the diaper part of her son. Yes, yes, the diaper already feels filled. But very little. Actually it can still be replaced later, but Winarsih approached the Dirja babysitter and gently massaged the young woman's shoulder while smiling.

"Please Mba," said Winarsih. The babysitter also returned Winarsih's gentle smile and went from there to pick up the Dirja gear for the umpteenth time.

"Yes, it should be if it seems to contain directly replaced. Don't wait for it later. Kasian uti's grandson huh? Whose son is this? Whose son is this?" mom asked Amalia jokingly while looking down at the face of the baby who was painting it.

"Dan's son, so whose son is it? His father had just worked all day, who at home had forgotten who the father of Dirja." That afternoon Dean arrived early at home.

Hearing Dean's words, Amalia took a couch cushion and threw it at her. Dean laughed as he caught the pillow from his mother's warm welcome.

"It's possessive as well as it turns out," Dean said to his mother.

"Diem you," ma'am Amalia softly wished Winarsih had not heard her words.

Not half an hour later, Dirja who had changed her clothes back breastfed Winarsih and fell asleep in the arms of her mother.

Dean who just came home from the office has not yet moved to take a shower and change clothes. He even coolly looked at Dirja who fell asleep with his mouth half open and the top of Winarsih's chest was still in his tiny mouth.

"I can feel the peace and comfort my son is feeling" Dean said.

"What?" asked Ms. Amalia who was not so clear to hear the words of her son.

Winarsih bit her lower lip while slashing at Dean.

"No, it's okay." Dean chuckles amusedly.

"Dirja went up to the top, Uti, wanted to be placed in the box," Winarsih told Bu Amalia as she got up from the sofa.

"Yes-yes, put it in the box. Kasian can't stomach it on my back. Dirja sleep likes to fall on her stomach if mama put in bed." Amalia rubbed her granddaughter's head as Winarsih passed in front of her.

"Dean also excuse me, Uti, want to change the Dirja shift above," said Dean still chuckling. Amalia's mother, who heard her son's words, shifted the cane to help her walk.

Dean hurriedly embraced his wife away from the living room still in a hurry.

"Mas.." call Winarsih.

"Yes dear," Dean replied as he opened his pants. "You?" dean asked with a waistline just by wearing tight underwear that accentuated all the important parts of his body.

Winarsih looked up at her husband's offer.

"It's that way right away..." Dean chuckled then hugged and kissed his wife's cheek from behind until the woman's leg was slightly raised.

"I'd say, the Utinya Dirja is overprotective. I'm sometimes the same babysitter." Winarsih poured out her heart all this time to Dean.

"New one Win. The baby in this house just got spanked himself. That's why we have to do so much more. Let Mama get more busy. Dirja is not a matter of dispute every day." Dean hugged his wife from behind.

"Indeed if Dirja directly there is a scene how?" tanya Winarsih turned to look at her husband.

"Where is... Cassian. Not satisfied spoiled by his mother. But Rio said if women breastfeed their fertility is reduced because there is an active hormone. So I don't think it's a problem. Dirja can still keep you suckled."

"Mas Rio said that?"

"Yes, his wife said. There is no safety cake. The age of her son is not. I don't want to use Win's security. I never have. It must not be good."

"Yes, who told you to use whose safety?"

"Yes, but I'm not ready for you to get pregnant anymore either. I'm enjoying your flat waist and stomach." Dean bought Winarsih still in her underwear.

"But I also did not pack pregnancy-inhibiting drugs," said Winarsih a little dreamy.

"Yes, no need. You will change. Ntar. You're young, it's not time for drinks. Why why?" dean asked, seeing the change in his wife's face.

"It's okay,"

"Hmmm... Win," call Dean.

"What day do you want tomorrow?" ask Dean.

"Wednesday. Why why anyway? What's up with Wednesday?" Winarsih asked back.

"You don't mean anything."

"What do you want to hear?" asked Winarsih with her innocent face.

"Nothing. Means you don't want to. It's okay." Dean pouted slightly releasing his embrace from Winarsih.

Dean walks into the bathroom and Winarsih smiles to see her husband who is immediately careless as he says he doesn't remember about tomorrow.

Winarsih was lying down nursing Dirja when Dean had finished dressing and took her down for dinner.

"Mas, I'll be down for dinner. I'd like to ask you to take a bottle of herbal medicine at the front kitchen table. I just cooked this morning. Can you?" ask Winarsih.

"May, take a minute." Dean rushed out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen. While crossing the dining room, he saw that all the dinner menus had been served.

Dean continued to cross the dining room into the kitchen. That night he wore knee-length chinos and a plain white t-shirt with his rubber slippers.

The dinner menu was finished, but at that time he did not see any kitchen staff there. Dean continued walking until he arrived at the dirty kitchen next to the officers' dining room.

"Have you finished your dinner?" ask Mr. Lutfi to Mba Tina.

"Already, stay on eating. Only no one has come down yet" replied Mba Tina.

"Work is heavier now, huh? Winarsih has become a mistress," said Mr. Lutfi. Dean who heard his wife's name called, stopped his steps that had the intention of returning to the front kitchen to immediately take the bottle of herbal medicine.

"Yes is ordinary. No problem anyway" said Mba Tina.

"Now you call him what? Dong's mother? Ms Winarsih?" ask Mr. Lutfi.

"Still call me names. I used to call him that. Winarsih also did not mind. He did not forget who he was. Same maid."

"But I'm a little weird. Pinter is the kid. I don't know how Mr. Dean could be like him. Diem-diem but it turns out his brain's way."

"My wife's not walking! Your brains are not running!" exclaimed Dean who came to the two employees of his house from behind the wall separating the kitchen and dining room employees.

Mba Tina jumped from her seat and Mr. Lutfi immediately stood holding the back of his chair with a misguided attitude.

"My wife is wrong what the hell are you guys? The salary here is me lo. She's my wife. He has the authority to fire you both. But every time I want to fire you, he says pity. Don'tdon't. You have a family to support. Now it's hard to find a job. That said my wife named Winarsih who you just insulted just now. You eat and sleep here, but you despise your master. Like you peed at a well where you take daily drinking water. You guys aren't shy?" hardik Dean with a face full of anger looked at the two employees in his house changed.

"I want to tell my wife about what you said just now but I did not reach my heart. Not to the heart. When talking about you, he has no hate. But why are you guys like this to him? Was he wrong because I liked him? I took him first. Keep the problem the same you guys what? My salary is reduced because I made my wife Winarsih? What so?" dean asked trying to catch his breath. He was worried that his screams could be heard by his wife.

"Sorry sir, sorry." Mba Tina lowered her head by grasping the edge of her clothes.

"I'm sorry sir, this is the last time. I promise," said Mr. Lutfi.

"I don't want to demean you. But do you realize why Winarsih is different?" Dean was still standing with both hands in his pocket.

"Winarsih knows every word he makes. Not as old as your mouth. For Mba Tina, fellow women should Mba Tina should not talk like that. And for Mr. Lutfi, it should not be that men insult women. Once again I heard directly or from others, I will not fire you. But I demand you to go to jail. Winarsih is my wife. My son's mother. And you're still working here because of his generosity. Not because of me." Dean then turned towards the table where his wife's jamu bottle was arranged.

"Let me give you the watch" said Mba Tina.

"No need. My wife asked me for help. So let me take it." Dean took the medicine bottle from Mba Tina's hand and left the kitchen.

Dean went to the dining room and found Winarsih sitting on one of the chairs holding Dirja.

"Old kok?" ask Winarsih.

"Oh Win, I think my blood pressure's going up. My nape was tense" Dean said.

"Why! Ma'am please hold Dirja, "pinta Winarsih on the babysitter to hold the baby. His roar looked worried looking at Dean whose face was still slightly reddened.

"here." Winarsih got up from her seat and dragged Dean's arm towards the living room sofa. Winarsih placed a pillow on her lap and pulled Dean's head to lie on her lap.

Winarsih massaged the shoulders and nape of her husband who closed his eyes enjoying the touch of his wife's hand that felt soothing.

"Who's the same anger? Do not like to be angry Mas, later if angry with people, there is nothing I lose and Dirja. Not anyone else" Winarsih said, still massaging her husband's shoulders.

"But he said do not carelessly thump people. If you can't thump people yes gini will be," said Dean.

"Don't.." continued Winarsih.

"So what day are you thinking tomorrow?" ask Dean.

"Not yet, I'll try again tomorrow what's up."

"Bu Winar ngeselin" said Dean.

"Nothing matters Mr. Dirja love," replied Winarsih smiling amusedly without seeing her husband.

The To Be Continued.....

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