LOVE WINARSIH

136. Dinner Package Complete

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Winarsih smiled amusedly as she put down her phone after having just received a reply from Dean which contained: 'Yes dear, wait for your Mas at home. Indeed, there is no result that betrays effort.'

"Well, was it sent to Mr Dirja?" ask Ms. Amalia to Winarsih.

"Udah Ma, must have gone straight home he said." Winarsih was sitting on the sofa of the family room holding Dirja while accompanying her mother-in-law watching television.

"If you don't get it, he can turn somewhere. It's normal that his nose stem birthday never looks out. Must've gone with his friends." Ms. Amalia spoke while busy moving the television channel.

"It will definitely come home mopping Ma," added Winarsih then clenched his mouth angrily staring at Dirja who was trying to lift her head lingering to sit down.

"Tina's home shopping? Is there anything?" ask Amalia again.

"Udah Ma, there's all. I'll be in the kitchen soon to see where it's working."

"Yes already, but if you come to the kitchen here Dirja with his Uti. This afternoon sleep with Uti?" mother Amalia asked the real Dirja it was a statement for Winarsih.

"His father was with his three friends long ago Ma?" ask Winarsih.

"From Grade 1 High School. The classmate was only Rio and Dean, who the other two met on the first day of school. Since then, geez. It is not truant school how-how, thankfully no one was naughty drugs. But his job is in school. Dean was in a motorcycle accident no matter how many times. The last one was 3rd grade, broke his leg. Previously treated in hospital. But it hasn't healed yet, go to school with a cane but still ride the bike gedenya." Amalia lifted Dirja from her mother's lap.

"Yes, the baby's father. Dirja later don't do that?" said Ms. Amalia to Dirja who was rounding her eyes looking at her grandmother.

"Don't be like a fussy father who asks for forgiveness if sick," continued Amalia. "When Dean was sick, my mom couldn't help it. That's the Goddamn mercy Dean contrived. If it hurts a lot. But if it's healthy, never look." It turns out that the outpouring of hearts of women who gave birth to her husband still continues.

"But Dirja father is pinter Ma school?" winarsih fishing rod on her husband's birthday wants to hear positive things.

"Pinter indeed. He never had any trouble with the lesson. But the news from the school that came like weird" said Ms. Amalia.

"How weird is Ma?" tanya Winarsih curious.

"Hmmm- That's it, strange anyway. Later once in a while you yourself ask the Mr. Dirja." Ms. Amalia is almost free to talk about the behavior of her youngest child's adolescence which is sometimes difficult to tolerate.

Winarsih has not told her mother-in-law that she is now pregnant for 5 weeks. When experiencing a delay in menstruation a few days ago, he told Novi and his assistant that he immediately bought several test packs to directly use.

When looking at the fourth test result that still raises two red lines, Novi could not help but smile. Winarsih was embarrassed when Novi congratulated her two days ago.

"Waaah... Lots menu. Which dean?" ask Mr. Hartono when he just arrived with Fika and Irman in the dining room.

"Again the street said his wife. Papa goes up first to take a shower, and then goes down, yes," pinta Bu Amalia.

"Yes. Dad took a shower first. Fika and Irman will be here again. We eat together. Dean's 30th birthday. Today is also an education day. Didn't expect Dean's birthday to finally be able to eat at home with his wife." Mr. Hartono nodded at Fika and Irman who then also left the dining table.

Moments after Mr. Hartono climbed the stairs to the 2nd floor, Winarsih turned to the lobby of the house because he heard footsteps entering the room.

It appears that Dean and his secretary had just arrived home at 7pm less.

From a distance Dean who met the sight of Winarsih was already smiling knots. Her husband's smile seemed meaningful until it felt Winarsih's face was reddened by her husband's gaze.

"Dik Winar's... Mas-mu go home," whispered Dean gently in Winarsih's ear as he stood behind her body. Dean was still smiling mischievously at his wife from behind.

Winarsih is still holding Dirja near the dining table. The newly arrived Dean was also busy kissing the baby boy who was clinging to his mother's shoulders.

"Mandy. Let it go down and eat right away. It also went up. Sapet. Later it will not feel good if the eyes even wait," whispered Winarsih worried heard by her mother-in-law. She was a little worried about her husband saying something about her pregnancy right now.

"I'm still missing. Just sec. Go up yuk first, I want a kiss. This morning you said nothing. Today no one will win me" replied Dean.

"There's always something like that?" tanya Winarsih was still whispering.

"Yes, let's go upstairs for a second. I'm carrying Dirja. Or do I kiss you here? Wantsome? Deket mama?" dean asked whose voice was now clearly heard by Ms. Amalia.

"Go up on Dean, take a shower. Later your show is scheduled after dinner." Ms. Amalia who was still sitting in her wheelchair spoke while pointing at the arrangement of the dishes for Mba Tina to move according to her orders.

Hearing the thing his mother had just said, Dean sneered and kissed Winarsih's cheek at a glance before then rushing up the stairs.

Winarsih felt her face turn red. He was really not used to Dean's behavior that was relaxed if it happened to be friendly with him in front of Mr. Hartono or Ms. Amalia.

Fika came a moment later in her casual suit. The newly arrived Mr. Hartono immediately shifted his chair and sat down to meet the dishes one by one.

Seeing that everyone was almost complete at the dinner table, Winarsih gave Dirja to her Babysitter and headed for her seat.

Winarsih directly spooned the rice to Dean's plate so that the rice that was still steaming the smoke became warm when her husband arrived later.

From a distance came the sound of Dean's sandals approaching the dining room.

"Eh, is it all complete?" hello Dean smiled widely. The man looked very fresh with a brightly colored short-sleeved shirt patterned with leaves and flowers that used to be worn to the beach and a black shorts.

"Udah yuk, start eating. Papa is laper," said Mr. Hartono.

"Let's sit here Dik Winar, don't be busy with people." Dean shifted the chair for Winarsih who was still standing. "Do you need a bag?" dean asked, patting his thighs.

Winarsih just clenched her mouth not answering Dean's temptation. A moment later they had all sat down to spoon the side dishes of their choice at that moment.

"His court papers have been sent to your office?" mr. Hartono asked Dean who was sitting on his right side.

"Udah Pa, the result of our cassation was granted and overturned the Judex Facti judgment of the Banjarmasin High Court. Hartono Coil returned to papa hands safely thanks to the dexterity of the advocacy office of Mr. Dean Danawira. Although there are still a few more letters that Dean must complete, but overall, that's finish. Congratulations Mr. Hartono and Mrs Amalia Lim." Dean smiled at his parents.

"Cock's a little weird, huh? From the beginning, it was very difficult for our evidence to be accepted. How can it suddenly be so soft?" ask Mr. Hartono.

"Secret company sir, clients should not know. I was expensive at school" Dean laughed.

"Your wig." muttered Amalia's mother smiling.

"Do you know?" ask Mr. Hartono again.

"Udah, Dean called and sent a copy of his verdict by email. Just safe." Dean who stopped eating for a moment while talking to Mr. Hartono, his right hand massaged Winarsih's left thumb on the table.

"Where was it?" dean asked suddenly who realized the baby wasn't around anymore.

Winarsih looked around for her son. "That's him being carried forward. Maybe whining because of boredom," said Winarsih looking at his son who was being carried using a long cloth batik.

"Dirja.." call Dean to his son. The baby babysitter turned her head and went to the table.

"Why Mba?" tanya Winarsih spread out her hands asking her son who looks uncomfortable whining in a sling.

"Shy?" dean asked his son. All the eyes on the dining table are now watching the baby who is looking for it.

"Dirja will soon be a sister, cook fussy anyway." said Dean took the baby from the hands of the babysitter.

"Huh? Brother?" mrs Amalia asked to convince her hearing.

"Yes, brother. Dirja will be a sister. Her mother is pregnant again" Dean said casually.

Mr. Hartono who heard the words of his son laughed out loud.

"Your son Ma" said Mr. Hartono to his wife and then laughed again.

"What the hell pa.." murmured Dean still with Dirja who was in his lap.

"You're the same Anggi is 10 years because papa is busy. You also seem to be busy" said Mr. Hartono again.

"Compared to papa, Dean married including late. So Dean's mommy dirja wants to hit the target. Isn't that Dik Winar?" Dean nudged Winarsih with his shoulder. Winarsih again closed her mouth because she did not know what to answer.

"Kalo is likened to oil palm plantations. We both produce kilograms per hectare high Pa." Dean chuckles.

"Yes it's okay. Let mama have a lot of friends. Later mama's request can be postponed," said Ms. Amalia.

"What request?" ask Dean.

"Yes, come on later. Its nothing. Later when the time is right, mama talk to you." Amalia went back down and continued eating.

The To Be Continued.....

Will resume soon.

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