LOVE WINARSIH

134. Happy Birthday to Mas

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After a short massage, Dean got back up from Winarsih's lap. Ms. Amalia, who had seen Dean lying spoiled on his wife's lap, came to Winarsih when dinner was over and her son went up first to the second floor.

"Why him?" ask Ms. Amalia.

"Respiring back from the kitchen. I think I'm angry, I don't know who" replied Winarsih.

"The same Lutfi. Tina continued to follow along because she wanted to attract Lutfi. Want to tell Dean not to be angry it is also difficult," said Ms. Amalia.

"Why Ma?" ask Winarsih wonder.

"Because Mama if angry like her," replied Ms. Amalia kalem.

Winarsih immediately realized what might have made Dean come out of the kitchen with such a red face.

After helping with the dinner and pushing Bu Amalia's wheelchair back to her room accompanied by the Babysitter who was holding Dirja, Winarsih went up to the second floor.

"Mas.." call Winarsih to see Dean lying on the bed.

"Yes,"

"The rain is sleeping"

"Yet, wait for you. Here, his son put it here first." Dean patted his right side asking Winarsih to put the baby who was almost 9pm that night had not slept.

Winarsih put a plump baby with narrow eyes that seemed to be active that night. Usually before 8 pm, the baby is already lying asleep in the box.

"Why haven't you slept?" dean asked, kissing the baby's cheek. "Didn't it have to be rung like his mother could just sleep well?"

Winarsih who was changing her clothes turned to Dean who was lying on his back to the position of the closet.

"If you feel full, you may soon sleep" replied Winarsih.

"Here Win, milkin his son. His mouth was so full. It's so cute and cute" said Dean, who was looking at his son's cheeks.

Winarsih crawled up onto the bed and lay on the right side of her baby who immediately turned the direction once she saw the presence of her mother.

"You're coming, huh?" sapa Winarsih smiled looking at her son under the light of the yellow light of the room.

Twenty minutes of breastfeeding, Dirja instantly closed her eyes. The baby boy was very healthy and thick.

"It's a miracle for me" said Dean, who was lying on his side watching his son suckle.

"Why?"

"So he doesn't exist... Maybe the story is different." Dean stroked the cheek of his son who was now asleep.

"Not taken to the box?" dean asked Winarsih.

"Prophey sir, his son just slept. Cassian. His mouth was still on his mother's chest. Soon his mother Dirja ngelonin his father. His father was patient," said Winarsih smiling amusedly.

"You're this..." Dean grunts.

"For the sensitive as it seems," said Winarsih.

"No, no" replied Dean quickly.

"Mas, I want to ask you something. Can't you?" ask Winarsih.

"Can. What are you gonna ask for again? I've been in a position that only kids can pass on to you." Dean laughed then instantly shut up as his arm was patted by Winarsih.

"I want my village to have its own rice mill. No need to be too sophisticated or expensive. But for small farmers who want to consume rice themselves do not need to go all the way to the mill and pay. I wonder what if my village has some sort of paguyuban. So the grinder is treated equally and used free of charge equally. Because all this time if you want to grind rice must go a bit far and rent a vehicle. Sometimes you want to grind a little for daily eating. What do you think?" Winarsih's hand moved to her husband's waist.

"good. Your thinking is good. Helping ease the burden of small farmers right, later if we go back to Jambi we see both... Hmmm-but..."

"But what?"

"That's good, his mouth is no longer sniffling. So I lift it to the box. Let me replace him with his father. Let's negotiate smoothly, win." Dean raised the baby to the box on their right.

"Sleep well, son, you're full. We change," murmured Dean closed the white mosquito net tile around the little bed of Dirja.

"What do you think if there's such a paguyuban?" rewinding Winarsih asked.

"First yes must be formed first paguyubannya. Someone really wants to take care of it. Do not let you have come out of something much, but instead stranded there. Second, the rice grinder tool must also have service or repair costs if damaged. So whether the members of the paguyuban want to bear together or you also have to be real. It should be clear from the beginning. The third one is. Your clothes do not want to win first," said Dean pulled the hand of his wife who was holding the collar of his shirt.

"That third one?" ask Winarsih.

"No, there's a third. I forgot because you moved to close this. Try if it was not closed maybe my idea smoothly out," said Dean again opened a button shirt that had closed his wife.

"Don't stingy Win, I'm sincere you don't want tomorrow what day." Dean lowered Winarsih's shirt to show her shoulder.

"So what's the third?" ask Winarsih again.

"Not inget. Want to help me let snot? This is for the welfare of your village as well" Dean pulled his wife's negligee past her head.

"For the welfare of my village." - muttered Winarsih.

"Yes, definitely. Can I make sure your village must be prosperous with the management of paguyuban if in accordance with my input. My input was never anything wrong. It was the result." Dean laughed again and climbed over his wife's body

"Badan Mas heavy," said Winarsih.

"It's a good fit you never say heavy even though it's overstressed" replied Dean. "I'm down, Win."

Dean quickly tilted his wife's body and grabbed the bra hook until it slipped off. Then his hand pulled away Winarsih's lower body cover.

Winarsih just stared at the slightly narrow-eyed handsome man's face that started to bend and duck between his legs.

Winarsih is not tracking the earth. The sweep of her husband's tongue down there made him grip the hand that was squeezing his chest. It didn't take long, he sighed and groaned. His feet were twitching and his breathing was blowing hard.

Winarsih groaned long.

"Husse... Noisy. You were just banning me, but if it's good again don't feel yes Win noisy?" Dean chuckled at the eyes of his wife who had yet to trace the earth completely.

"Udah.." - Erang Winarsih.

"Belom Win, I love seeing your face so much. Yeah.?" again..?" Dean's hand rubbed the sensitive part of his wife.

"Yes..."

"Hmmm-" replied Dean looking at the face of his wife who looked back at him dimly.

"Uda..." Winarsih groaned again.

"Supply me tomorrow" replied Dean.

"Evvy yes..." Winarsih was unable to answer her husband's words because she again felt Dean's tongue sipping the core of his body down there.

"Yes..." Winarsih twitched again and straightened her legs. "Udah... Saucery..."

"Dik Win was impatient apparently," said Dean then rose to remove all his clothes and began the real action.

Dean's gaze could not be separated from his wife. He really enjoyed how Winarsih who was now becoming more expressive let out the whimpering and sighs that further awakened his maleness.

As he began to move over his wife's body, Dean asked, "wine Win?"

Winarsih who was groaning and grimacing looked at the narrow eyes that were looking at him from above the body.

"When you ask?" Winarsih still grimaces.

"Don't do it..."

"Dik Win's... Three times already. You used to be a ball, too" Dean said.

"I'm lemes. Very long time," said Winarsih.

"Your husband is mighty, you should be sweet..." Dean tilted Winarsih's body and guided the woman's body to her stomach.

"His head is on the pillow, so don't get tired. I'm a little old. Maybe the effects of anger earlier," said Dean reasoned that actually had nothing to do with it at all.

Winarsih had already placed her head on the pillow and gripped the pillow with both hands. Winarsih felt Dean stretch her legs and now she was preparing to wait for her husband to re-enter her body.

That position always made him hold his breath. It felt like all parts of her husband's maleness were full and too deep. Although she eventually groaned and sighed loudly because of her husband's actions.

Dean began to let out his own sighs and moans. Her husband's movements were getting faster and faster.

"Oh Win.." Dean groaned on the sidelines of his movement. Dean clutched tightly at Winarsih's waist. His movements were getting faster but not yet stopped. Dean began to hug his wife's body from behind and squeezed the woman's chest.

His mouth was in Winarsih's ears tilting her face. Winarsih could hear all the sighs her husband had let out clearly.

"A little more, dear.." - Dean. A moment later he bit and took a hard sip on his wife's shoulder. Dean then rained many times and stopped pushing his wife's body from behind.

"Such a son Win..." Dean's warm, breathless breathing was in Winarsih's ears.

"Third what?" tanya Winarsih tested her husband's memory.

"Third, the website must be you who have the location. No one in the village felt they had. That is to avoid authoritarianism and the feeling of wanting to dominate in the heart of each manager. You want to ngetes me?" Dean laughed.

"Dean Danawira was once a dreamy Asian guy at the Berkeley campus. Little girls are curious about my abilities." Dean laughed then released his wife's body and rolled to the side.

"Curious what? The waves?" tanya Winarsih then went back on her back and pulled the blanket over her body.

"That's one of them. But I'm a Winter, if I don't finish college on time, mama ngancem will stop my allowance and facilities while there."

"Yes, Dirja's father is a pinter in terms of education."

"You mean that I don't have any other business?"

"The work is also sinter," replied Winarsih.

"What kind of business doesn't sinter?" asked Dean curiously.

"It doesn't exist."

"There certainly is. Women's business must be what you mean. Aye right?" Dean who felt that he was always weak for one business again frowned staring at his wife. Winarsih who saw it laughed covered her face with a blanket to muffle the laughter.

Still with a sullen face Dean pulled his wife's blanket. "Don't cover with a blanket. You can't wear clothes. Gini until morning," Dean murmured.

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That morning as usual Winarsih prepared clothes for her husband to the office. Before attaching the black trousers Dean would wear that day, Winarsih tucked a small white envelope into the right pocket of the trousers.

"It's really not okay," Dean said as he kissed his wife's cheek in front of the porch.

"Yes did not work there. It's noon," pinta Winarsih.

Dean sits behind the steering wheel and does his car after giving an almost unrelenting wave of hands as Dirja who starts to recognize him laughs at his actions.

Along the way Dean began to think about why his wife did not remember that it was his birthday. What was the first day they became husband and wife that he put less emphasis on his introduction to the woman?

Ah, there's no way she thought. Winarsih is a type of woman who is very detailed even though she looks silent. Winarsih period to forget the birthday of her handsome husband she thought.

Dean stepped his feet along the hallway towards his office room still with a slightly grim face. Although last night his romance with Winarsih was amazing, but he felt that there was little less because he felt his special day was forgotten.

"For Sir..." There were several greetings from the officers that Dean greeted with a small nod.

"The boy's in the dalem..." Ryan's words stopped. Before he finished his secretary's remark, Dean had opened the door of his room.

"SURPRISE....!!!" The concurrent screams of Toni, Sky and Rio filled his office room.

Dean was stunned to see his three cheerful-faced friends had stood by in his office for a surprise on his birthday.

But Winarsih his wife forgot, he thought.

"Happy birthday Mr. Dean, hopefully a long healthy life always and could be the number 1 advocate in Indonesia," said Toni who was on duty that day brought a pretty big birthday cake.

"May be more lasting and happy with family and not tempted any woman out there," added Sky who holds a pretty big gift.

"And the more dear the three of us, of course," continued Rio who brought five silver balloons.

"No surprise?" ask Toni.

"Shocked, but the three of you must be in order to persuade the cave. Aren't you?" dean asked walking up to Toni and blowing a candle over her cake.

"Horeeee" Rio cheered.

"Open dong gift from us," pinta sky thrusting parcel that looks quite heavy.

"Behold," Dean walked up to his desk and put his tablet and cell phone there. Then he went back to Heaven and took the parcel from the man's hand.

"Makasi... Although tacky cave still like," said Dean.

"We know dong, Mr. Dean still likes sweet things like gini. Mr. Dean always wants to be taken care of." Rio laughing.

"What the hell are you.." sergeant Dean.

Then suddenly the door of the room opened again and a beautiful woman came in with a red cake in her hand. Ryan who seems to want to tell the presence of the woman looks awry because it can not prevent.

"Happy Birthday De.." said Ara who stood sweetly in front of the door that was now closed by Ryan again.

"Kok??" Dean asked confused at the sight of his three best friends.

"Not kitaaaa....!!" exclaimed the three men who were now sitting on the sofa of the office room almost simultaneously.

"Aduuuhh." said Dean put down the parcel he had received from the sky.

"What the hell is De? I just stopped by to say happy birthday" said Ara.

"No need... Ckk," Dean clucked in annoyance. He thought his business with Ara was done. Ara remembered her birthday but Winarsih did not remember it at all.

"Gini Ra's..." Dean stood putting both his hands in his pants pocket. And his eyebrows shot up when he felt an object in his pants pocket.

Dean pulled the thing that turned out to be a small white envelope. For a moment Dean was stunned and smiled wryly. The room silently watched Dean's face which instantly became a sigh.

Dean stared at the writing,

'Happy Birthday Mas Dean Darling, Father Dirja, Husband Winarsih'

Dean then opened the white envelope still with a smile. When the envelope opened and Dean pulled out the contents.

"HUH??!!" exclaim Dean.

"Why???" ask her three best friends who are still waiting with tense faces on the sofa.

The To Be Continued.....

Author's message :

Because the author has been called by the mother asked to go home faster, so the author's giveaway time is shortened until Tuesday, April 13, 2021 at 22:00

The author went to Medan. So ask for a vote on Monday... Let everything be straightened out.

Please be aware of me being unstable and living in moving this place.

Dear Mr. Dean, everything.