LOVE WINARSIH

140. The Bu Sumi Harvest

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The final chapter is safely read ahead of imsak XD.

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"All residents who are cooking will help each other, Win" said Dean as they both walked to the Bu Sumi rice field later that afternoon.

"Yes want Mas, it's a replacement. If the neighbors have a need, I also helped cook. It's good to live in the village is that Mas, right-left still cares. Although sometimes too concerned also for the private affairs of another house." Winarsih laughed at the thought of her neighbor who gossiped every time she and Utomo walked together.

"You want to make a paguyuban, you must have the land Win. Who's that kale field next door to the house? It is closest to your home. Try later to ask Mr. De to call the owner. Ask what you want to sell, if you are serious, buy the kale fields. Nothing swamp, we can pile up later. If you can, it also reduces mosquitoes to your home." Dean held his wife's hand during the motorcade trip.

"I used to often fish in the rice fields of Mas," said Winarsih as he looked slightly at the trench that drained water quite profusely to his left. "Then bring home a fish. My father got angry because I was a girl but kept playing in the rice fields. Dad was worried that my leg would be cut."

Dean looked at his wife's feet and calves in a smooth yellow without scabies.

"I want to say thank you to your father, have his daughter to arrive in my arms in a smooth state without defects," replied Dean looked down at the dimple of his wife's cheeks that instantly crack.

The road to the rice field Bu Sumi through a 3-meter wide road on the left right there is a house with a large yard.

Right left of the road was overgrown with coconut trees, betel nut, melinjo, avocados and rows of jengkol trees that originally grew wild but later cultivated.

After the line of trees became increasingly rare, they arrived at a pond that serves to hold water and drain the rice fields in the summer.

Some villagers who that day nderep (labor help harvest) in the rice fields Bu Sumi have been seen down to work on their respective parts.

Nderep is usually done by mothers with bamboo crockery equipment carried as a container of rice stalks that have been cut.

A two people are seen all matun (cleaning the grass) so that at the time of tandur (replanting) the rice fields no longer need to be cleaned.

Paddy that has been ready to harvest usually pith or change color from yellow to golden yellow. In harvesting Beringin Village residents still use ani-ani and sickle.

Some people are seen being nybet or known by another name digedik; pounding rice stalks into ani-ani so that rice grains fall out and fall.

Not far from the expanse of tarpaulins containing rice hills that spread, Winarsih saw dishes used to eat people who had gathered in a bucket of black rice.

When they arrived at the rice field, Winarsih walked with Dean first through the small rover to a hut where they had spent the afternoon leaning against each other.

"Son Dean!" A woman's voice suddenly stopped their feet. Winarsih looked back. It was Miss Sutri. The woman called Dean first, not she who was a resident of Beringin Village.

"Eh, Miss Sutri. How are you?" greet Dean.

For a moment Winarsih amazed her husband who did not forget the name of the person she had just met. Like a reunion with his old friend, Dean looks shaken hand size Putri.

"The more handsome your husband Win," said Bu Sutri laughing happily in the afternoon sun.

"Mom's Harvest too?" ask Winarsih.

"Yes, we have that one over there. I saw from far away like an outsider coming to the rice fields. Winar is different now. Her hair is not the color of the item anymore. It's like a city guy."

Winarsih laughed, "Can be a Bu Sutri."

"There you go yuk Win. Dean's son don't want to go to that shack over there?" Bu Sutri pointed to the eastern side of the rice field. "My family's place to gather. You can get to know my children," said Bu Sutri.

"Is there a Sari too, Mom?" Winarsih asked about the youngest daughter Bu Sutri who also works in the city.

"Yes, there's Sari."

"Me and Dean are in a hurry to see Mom. That's mom sitting in the cottage," said Winarsih pointed at Bu Sumi who was fanning her woven hat.

"Oh yeah, next time, son Dean." Bu Sutri waved his hand as he saw Winarsih begin to pull Dean towards the cottage where Bu Sumi was sitting.

"Why is there a Sari?" whispered Dean.

"difficult."

"Yes, why?"

"From the beginning he liked the nempelin men I knew him. Enough of Utomo who was held by Sari. I don't want to see another woman."

"My mother is just one, it's hard to keep. Especially if you have started to really hair and wet lips."

" Well?!"

"Let's sit in the cottage with mom. Mas don't go anywhere. Just sit here neat." Winarsih patted the bamboo floor of the cottage.

Bu Sumi who saw Winarsih's behavior immediately frowned but did not ask. He just looked at the child and daughter-in-law while trying to understand the topic that seemed to be hot about Winarsih.

"So I was invited by Mr. De to squirm the harvest over there," said Dean pointed to the expanse of rice fields on their right. He wanted to see his wife's reaction.

"No trust in me, no interest in me squirming the rice fields that part."

Dean laughed to see Winarsih's face now standing and clinging to him affectionately in the cabin. His wife forgot to show jealousy in front of her mother.

Ms. Sumi who realized Winarsih was wrestling her husband and whined spoiled a little sneering then got up leaving her son.

Winarsih is now standing between the legs of Dean who is sitting relaxed in the cottage in the middle of the rice field. Dean hugged his wife's waist while throwing a glance at some of the laborers who were still working. The view they are looking at is the same.

"Suddenly spoiled gini you," said Dean kissing Winarsih's left arm still standing on his back.

"Not suddenly. Just be usual." Winarsih held Dean's right arm around his stomach.

"Wor worried that I'm actually being taped to Sari?"

"Not really," said Winarsih.

"Trus is a gini?" dean asked back to kiss Winarsih's arm.

"Mas's my husband, when I think I should use excuses." Winarsih stood like a fortress in front of her husband.

"No, yes, yes...." Dean had to distance the conversation safely to his wife who looked rather sensitive.

Many times Dean reminded himself that his wife was pregnant with their second child. Maybe the hormonal condition and situation experienced by his wife can be the reason the woman's mood is easily changed.

When they arrived back at the house almost magrib earlier, Winarsih looked back as usual. She breastfed and held her child in bed for hours until the baby went back to sleep.

His body felt very tired and he accidentally fell asleep next to Dirja who had not been moved to his box. Winarsih was swept away in her dream on their second night in Jambi.

Dean rubbed Winarsih's back and repeatedly kissed his wife's head before she too fell asleep with a loose boxer and a t-shirt.

It was almost dawn, Dean then woke up when he felt his body being laced with something. He's never felt that before. During marriage, he always touches his wife first.

Dean opened his eyes and vaguely saw Winarsih with hair draped to the entire left side kissing her neck.

"Win?" lirih Dean is still in his sleepiness.

"Yes..."

"What Honey? Wake you up..."

"I want to."

"He?"

"You" said Winarsih.

"You want that ap-Mau?"

Winarsih nodded, her right hand had been looking for a crack to infiltrate into her husband's boxer.

"O, tumben ye-" Dean's words came to a halt as he realized that Winarsih could be lashing out with his reaction.

Dean began to drift because of the touch of his wife's hand. "Come Win," he said later.

　

The To Be Continued.....