LOVE WINARSIH

139. Rheasant

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"So this needs to be flanked?" tanya Winarsih pretended to not understand while looking at Dean who was standing in front of him.

"here... I just miss being kissed." Dean pulled his wife's head closer. "I am, you have a rest tonight."

Winarsih has made a lot of progress. Having a husband like Dean who is very straightforward in love affairs helped shape her into a communicative woman.

For Dean, romance is as important as any other household affair. Communications. It's important for Dean to always ask, whether it's good or not. Want it or not? Honey or not?

Although initially Winarsih felt it was a little strange, but over time he became accustomed. Moreover, Winarsih felt she had to meet the needs of her husband. Dean is spoiled and very sensitive if rejected in any case. But on the other hand, Dean is also a husband who makes himself feel important.

What woman does not like to feel loved at all times by her husband?

Dean was closing his eyes enjoying Winarsih's deep kiss on the part of his maleness. Their eyes locked on each other. Occasionally his thumb rubbed Winarsih's full lower lip and had a perfect taste when touching any part of his body.

Dean adored his wife from the very first moment he felt how her part of his power recognized a woman in the real way.

In the afternoon before that night, Winarsih had to complete her longing to be kissed by her husband. Although Dean's request after that was a mandatory shower together, Winarsih complied even though the movement in the small bathroom was very limited.

"Enak ya Win lives in the village" Dean said as they lay in bed before bed.

"Good taste, napa? Want a netap here?" tanya Winarsih looked at her husband.

"Hmmm-Good for an occasional vacation." Dean laughs. "My tablet signal is flickering Win. Just line. A lot of pending messages I can't send. Later if later here, shopping events and to your salon can be hampered," added Dean.

"The way to hang out with Mas's gank can also be hampered," Winarsih said.

"I like weird. Every time you have a baby toy, you're pregnant."

"Baby means?"

"That's when I followed you to the Old City, I accidentally bought a baby toy because waiting for you to be choosy. She knows you're pregnant. Well that was yesterday, the Sky ngasi parcels contained bouncer. It must be for Dirja, but there's even a scene."

"Hm... If so next year must be careful such as someone suddenly ngasi baby toys," said Winarsih.

"Tomorrow that harvest event how's Win? Which harvested your mother right? But how are the neighbors coming?" ask Winarsih.

"It is usually so, who helps the neighbors who want to. The cost of the harvest as well. But those of us who have rice paddies cook to eat that help. I'll help cook tomorrow. Mas please watch out for Dirja with his Ma'am. Can you?" ask Winarsih.

"Yes, my son." Dean tidied Winarsih's hair and attached it to the back of his shoulders.

"Mas said that Lawyer and Advocate are different? How can? All this time I told him Lawyer?" Winarsih who was curious about what Dean said earlier now asked more deeply.

"Different Sweetheart, technically different. I'm males if I have to explain to people." Dean chuckles. "People are the same, yes. So the lawyer can only make a case in one area, if he wants to go out, there must be another letter from the district court where he practices. If the Advocate can go all over Indonesia, so I can hold papa case in Kalimantan. That's it.." explains Dean with eyes that already look very sleepy.

"So sleepy first, tumben." Winarsih put her body on Dean.

"Because I came out, you didn't." Dean laughed again as he brushed his wife's nose.

"Yes you are asleep, here I wipe his back. Tomorrow you say you want to cook a lot. Don't miss the bad luck, shame on us with mom." Dean hugged his wife and started rubbing her back.

That morning, Ms. Sumi's house looked more crowded than usual. Neighbors who knew the arrival of Winarsih and his small family from Jakarta began to arrive carrying various kinds of hands.

Winarsih who should help Sumi in the kitchen, repeatedly had to rise from her window to greet and sweep the guests as cruel as possible.

True what his mother said the other day, the neighbors now look more friendly. They were friendly before, but now they are even more friendly.

Some of the mothers who came seemed to want to hold Dirja. The baby boy was at first relaxed to see many foreign faces approaching him. But apparently over time, the baby also felt bored. The slightly sultry weather made Dirja start whining with her reddened face.

"Mom, Dirja from earlier cry on this, what might want to drink again," Babysitter Dirja told Winarsih.

"Should drink, I wash my hands first, for a while," Winarsih said back up from his small stool. Her hand was slicing green chili so she had to wash it thoroughly before holding the baby boy.

"Why?" asked Dean who just came from outside.

"Get down Mas, I'm cooking." Winarsih showed both hands that were still decorated with chili seeds.

"Let me be the fat one" Dean said, taking his son out of the hands of the babysitter.

"I'm not sleepy as it is. If carried so the kasian can not be just," said Winarsih later.

"So? What's the carrying on?" dean asked a little confused.

"Gendong put on a barricade. Let's sleep all together. Later if you sleep let it be placed in the box." Winarsih looked at her husband's face which was also flushed red from the heat.

"Jarik cake? Pake the cloth?" reset Dean.

"Yes, can?" tanya Winarsih was hopeful.

"I can't use that cloth." Dean imagines him holding a baby in a cloth.

"I'm the iketin, it's Kasian still whining. Help me, he said he wants a lot of kids. But if I'm alone, I'm tired too." Winarsih looked into her husband's eyes.

"Yes, how iketin. Let me carry. No documentation yes Win, enough you just see I carry a baby with cloth." Dean positioned Dirja's body lying down with both hands.

Quickly Winarsih washed her hands and grabbed the long cloth in the hands of the Babysitter and draped it on Dean's shoulders.

Holding a smile to make his face look serious, Winarsih tied Dirja with a long cloth to his Father's body.

"Where? Is it good position?" ask Winarsih.

"Udah, so when am I here?" asked Dean who was dressed neatly in the city but now was holding a baby with a long batik cloth.

"Yes, until his son sleeps" said Winarsih.

Winarsih held her smile when she saw Dean who was packing her baby in a long cloth sling batik exactly like the men in Beringin Village.

He knew that Dean was very worried about being laughed at or made fun of. Although it was a little amused to see Dean who used to look very fashionable and look far from the impression of fathers with a child, Winarsih did not care about the clumsy gaze of her husband.

"Eh, Mas Dean can carry a baby on a pull as well." Ayu who had just entered with a basin of fresh tomatoes greeted Dean who was still standing on the back porch.

"Yes, the baby is going to sleep, the mother is still busy." Dean grimaced in reply to Ayu's greeting.

"Complete package, right?" ask Winarsih to Ayu who definitely understands what she means.

"Yes, find me one yes Win," said Ayu chuckling softly who was crouching next to Winarsih.

Dean squinted his narrowed eyes at Winarsih's back which looked to shake like it was holding back a laugh. He suspected it had been the subject of the two women's conversation.

"Win," called Dean then after Ayu moved to the front of the furnace to help stir the large chicken coils.

"Yes?"

"Dirja has already slept, yuk moved into his box. I'm gonna drop for a second while checking email. My back is also tense." Dean massaged his shoulder with a face.

"Yes, come on." Winarsih again washed her hands then took Dean through the kitchen and dining room to go up to their room.

"Her husband Winarsih mantep lo. It's handsome, the work is good. Same wife unfortunately it's amazing. Look at it from earlier like carrying his son. The Mus only if help carry his son like to menggedumel. Let's not know the Mus. Tell her husband Winarsih's example." The sound of Mr. De's new alley coming through the backyard was still clearly heard by Dean and Winarsih's ears walking in unison up the stairs.

Winarsih turned to Dean to check her husband's face after hearing her Mr. De's blind praise just now.

"Raclut? Still straining his back?" tanya Winarsih held back a smile.

"No. Who told you my back was tense? Wrong with you," said Dean who is now also holding a smile.

"Yes, maybe I'm wrong."

"Abis harvest what Win?"

"Mas's Sandals,"

"What is a tandur?"

"Tandur stands for planting backwards. Yes the rice fields are re-planted. That's one way to grow rice in wetlands or irrigation."

"Hmmm... You know a lot about Win" Dean said.

"Everyone knows about their world" replied Winarsih.

"Would it be a rame to the rice fields?" ask Dean.

"Rames. Wanna come? Be the same as you used to."

"You," Dean said.

"Like in the rice field?"

"I want to meet the village reporter" Dean said.

The To Be Continued..

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