LOVE WINARSIH

142. Dean's Stress

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Ms. Amalia has now been able to walk with the help of a single stick and reach all corners of the house. The old woman had been very flexible to wear a cane that supported some of her body weight even though she still had to use the elevator on the right side of the house if she wanted to go up and down from and to the second floor.

Along with the increasingly smooth running Utinya, Dirja also seems not to want to miss showing his ability.

The toddler had become a tandem companion.

Dirja who is getting closer to Bu Amalia, now it is like a betel in two. The faces of the two are increasingly similar to each other. Grandma and grandchild are inseparable. Winarsih as Dirja's mother sometimes even felt lonely because every afternoon the baby was always sleeping with Utinya.

Dean, who sometimes comes to Amalia's room to take Dirja on office breaks, often returns empty-handed.

"Sama Mama aja, you nemenin his mother dirja there. Her pregnancy is getting bigger. A little frowning if you go home kemaleman. So don't hang out, his wife's taken." Dean often even went out of Amalia's room with a scolding.

Winarsih is still undergoing the process of learning to pursue her C package from home. With certain privileges that Dean managed to take care of for his wife, Winarsih did not have to leave the house every day. Novi helped all administrative matters concerning the education of his superior wife.

Winarsih more beautiful and smart dress up. Even so, her increasingly large pregnancy made her self-confidence decrease.

Winarsih became more frequent matting her body which looked bloated everywhere. He felt himself fat and ugly. Although Dean assured her that even though she was now fat, but for her husband, she was getting more beautiful.

Every morning Winarsih let Dean go to the office like letting her husband go to the battlefield. Sometimes it looks very cheerful, but often grunt saying that her husband was dressed up too handsome just to go to the office.

Dean's been going through a tremendous amount of jealousy for the past 6 months. He was impatient that their baby was born soon and Winarsih returned as wise as ever.

It was a cold morning and the weather was very cold. Winarsih stood on the terrace wearing a white flower-pattern and a green leaf wool cardigan.

That morning his hair was pinned to the top of his head with the ends half-circular results of sitting in the salon half a day yesterday.

"I'm late for a meeting with a new client." Dean was still standing on the porch hugging his wife who had not yet let go.

"Cold Mas" said Winarsih still buried his face in Dean's chest.

"Will again? My knee is like a knee to Bogor back and forth" Dean said.

"Hopefully my daughter is not as stubborn as her mother" replied Dean.

"Of course his father wasn't stubborn."

"His father is all hard."

"Let's go to the salon again, shall I?" tanya Winarsih looked up to kiss the end of her husband's chin which was very fragrant and handsome that morning.

"Byeah, whatever can be the origin of the same Novi. Don't go outside. Although Dirja no longer sucks, later she came up with her mother."

"Yes..."

"I'm leaving now."

"Kiss again,"

"You're not full."

"Mas that teach like this. Kiss-" Winarsih still looked up at her husband. Dean laughed then cupped his hands together on Winarsih's increasingly filled cheeks and kissed the full lips very deeply and for quite a while.

On the porch of the house, the couple still let out a subtle sigh while linking their lips to each other. In fact, this morning Dean had just returned to satisfy his wife's desire in bed.

Mr. Lutfi who was in the guard post saw the view of the warm morning with the eyes of the shahdu full of obscurity. He now understood why Dean, his master, loved Winarsih who was originally a mediocre girl.

Although he used to harass the woman several times with words, Winarsih still behaved as usual to him. That made Mr. Lutfi even more ashamed of himself.

Ms. Amalia walked slowly with her cane from the dining room to the lobby of the house. His gaze was pounded on the child and his daughter-in-law who kissed affectionately on the porch of the house as if their bedroom was still less spacious.

"In the afternoon I also came home from the office, but the kiss was like going a week," muttered Bu Amalia then turned back towards the family room.

By noon, the sky was clear and Winarsih was preparing to go to his salon with Novi.

"Later finished from our salon to Mr. Dean's office ya Nov," Winarsih told his assistant.

"Good Mom. Do you want something for Dean?"

"I want to buy Japanese sponge cake. At the deket shop," replied Winarsih.

"Yes, I'll remind you again after the salon."

After booking a place at his salon, Winarsih invited Novi to lunch first because his stomach was hungry again.

And after spending a plate of steak and a bowl of fruit salad Winarsih leaned against the sofa and exhaled heavily.

"Capek Nov" he said.

"Let's just tired Mom," replied Novi laughing.

"Yes... This pregnancy is a bit strange. The inn is easy to sprain. Kasian Mr. Dean. This is why I want to bring my favorite cake. By the way, you're the same Mr Ryan how's Nov? Already proposed?" tanya Winarsih straight without shady aling-aling.

"Huh? Not yet ma'am." replied Novi blushed.

"Where the hell is Mr. Ryan, long time dating. His boss is also not ngingetin time," whistle Winarsih. Although Dean had nothing to do with his secretary's love affair, but that afternoon Dean was also guilty because Ryan his secretary did not propose to Novi.

The treatment that Winarsih took that afternoon was just washing her hair and tidying her toenails and hands. After watching herself in front of a large mirror, Winarsih smiled as she felt more beautiful to see Dean.

At 4 p.m., they were back in the car to the Sudirman office where Danawira's Law Firm is located.

"Sir Ryan! Dirja's father no longer has any guests, right?" winarsih asked when she had just arrived at her husband's secretary's desk.

"There are guests, but not very important guests. Bu Winar could enter," replied Ryan standing up and smiling towards Novi.

"For Ryan..." Novi puts a small box of cake on her boyfriend's desk.

"Make it, you sit here. Bu Winar will go to Dalem. Come in ma'am, it's okay. Just a company insurance guy." Ryan pointed at the door.

"Should I take you inside?" ask Ryan.

"No need actually. But I want to go in now also afraid of being disturbed." Winarsih looked at the door doubtfully. "Yes already. I went in first Yes Nov," said Winarsih pressed the door handle and swung it inward.

Dean is having a guest. Two scantily clad women who Ryan said were corporate insurers.

Dean turned to the door a little surprised when he saw his wife standing with a bag and a small cake box.

The insurance officer who was explaining the contents of the paper sheet on the map with a face distance of no more than 10 centimeters from the face of his client was also slightly jumped and immediately away from Dean.

Dean's face looked tired and very serious. And the man also could not hide a bit of his surprise because of the appearance of the number one most sensitive woman in his current home.

"Come here apparently." said Dean looking at Winarsih whose eyes could not be separated staring at two women on the sofa.

"Yes, stop by here. The business is finished? If I don't want to do this." Winarsih walks over to Dean's desk and puts a box of cake on it.

"Not done, a little more. Sit here first" Dean asked his wife to pat the empty sofa next to him.

"No, I'm tired. Go straight home. Mas continue to do business," said Winarsih as she walked outside her husband's office door.

"I stayed for a while, yes" said Dean then rose to the door that had just been closed by Winarsih.

"Go home with me in a minute. I still need to check that file before I sign it. Can you wait a minute?" asked Dean gently. He recognized his wife's petulance.

"I can't wait, I want to go home with Novi. I was less than sitting with that woman. Clearly such a document must be that close. Has your hearing been disturbed? Can't you ask that woman a little further?" annoyed Winarsih pouted seeing her husband.

Dean's face looked very serious looking at his wife. "Wins... I work. There is no such thought," explained Dean scrunched his forehead.

"Working fashion, women are thinking what else do you know? Ah, I want to go home. Come on Nov, I'm tired. Heavy carrying the child in the stomach," whistle Winarsih holding Novi's arm and went from the presence of Ryan who was grimacing staring at his superior.

"Sir.." call Ryan.

"Don't get married fast" Dean walked back into his room.

It was the case for the umpteenth time Winarsih lashed out because Dean looked a little close to the opposite sex in his work.

Even though all day he had been very tired of relay meetings since the morning was not stopping. That afternoon he wanted to return home sooner but his business was not finished.

He had to sign his company's insurance policy that he had promised from last week.

"Two back first Yan, bini grotto again." Dean loosened his tie with a flat face. The sky is almost dark.

"Passion Mr. De,"

"Once you're pregnant like this, two cave boys are okay. I got a girl too. Can't stand the cave, geez." Dean still scrunched his forehead while putting some maps on Ryan's desk.

"Have it?" ask Ryan.

"Insecure, you know. Feel not loved. Not feeling confident. Busty's pregnant."

"Yes dong, who impregnates the Father." Ryan chuckles.

"The cave is ready. Ntar at home got scolding nyokap cave. The didiemin cave room. Capek. Want to get angry also cave once in a while. Yes, the cave back. Tuh map is specified. The future of the cave company in your hands." Dean passed from his secretary's desk to the elevator.

Ryan just looked at his boss with a concerned face. It was true, today his boss had worked harder than usual. And a sullen wife is not what any man would want to accept when he feels he has done right on the outside.

Almost 8 p.m. Dean arrived home. He left his white Range Rover in the terrace lobby just like that.

"Where's Ma?" asked Dean who arrived immediately looked at the family room.

"Sleeping, carried his mother upstairs." Mr. Hartono who was watching television answered his son's question. The old man whose tenure is about 8 months away now often spends his nights at home.

"Why's Dirja's mom? How is it a little different?" ask Ms. Amalia.

"It's okay" replied Dean.

"Propathetical. His mother is tired too. Not just you," said Ms. Amalia to Dean, who then fled without answering her mother's words.

Dean headed straight for the second floor to see his wife who must have been lying down facing the Dirja box to give him a back view.

"Win.." call Dean with a tired face. He walked around the bed and sat next to his wife's belly, which was covered in a small pillow. The room lamp has been tuned to the color of the sleeping lamp.

Despite not sleeping, Winarsih did not answer her husband's call.

"You don't get caught up in Napa anyway... I'm tired too. I have nothing out there. That chick despite her sexy clothes I don't taste Win. Much more beautiful you. Dear Winar.." call Dean caress his wife's back and hip.

Winarsih who got a sweep on her back was not comforted but instead twisted her body to turn her back to Dean.

"Ckk!!"

Dean clucked in annoyance then left his wife to go clean up to the bathroom. He needed a moment of freshness and calm before again trying to seduce his wife.

With the towel still around his neck, Dean approached Winarsih again. He knew that his wife had a hard time sleeping lately. It was always complained Winarsih almost every night and when visiting the Obstetrician.

"Win.." call Dean as he crawls next to Winarsih. Dean kissed his wife's ear.

"Udah ah, sana... I'm tired of going to bed." Winarsih rolled back to back her husband.

"I'm tired too. You shouldn't be gini. I'm not out there messing around. Yes to you too. How come you're like a little gini kid," Dean's scolding isn't far from his wife's ears.

"Yes, I was wrong. Too jealous. I'm sorry. Yeah, I'm gonna go to bed don't bother." Winarsih moved the pillow she used as her stomach pad to the head to muffle Dean's Woe.

"Have you been gini anyway? I don't want to. Here!" Dean took the pillow and put it away.

"I'm your husband, I don't want to sleep on my wife's back. Here come deket me." Dean pulled Winarsih's arm with all his might as the woman seemed to harden her heart even more.

"Yes asleep" said Winarsih still closed his eyes even though he was now facing Dean.

"No! I don't want to sleep. I want that," Dean said.

"No, tired. Yesterday," replied Winarsih.

"Tumben I was rejected" replied Dean.

"No way," replied Winarsih again.

Dean kissed his wife's lips a little hard and long. His hands squeezed the chest of Winarsih who that night wore a one-stropped nightshirt complete with cardigan that he did not release.

"It's opened... I wanna. You can't refuse" whispered Dean on the sidelines of their kiss. His breath has hunted. His self-esteem was slightly disturbed by Winarsih's rejection just now.

Dean pulled the leash from his wife's waist. And with one hand he had raised the short sleeping negligee past Winarsih's head.

His gaze was immediately fixed on a pair of chests that re-expand perfectly because of the increasing gestational age.

Winarsih who is still upset about her husband's nagging will not want to look at Dean's appearance with her hair still wet from the bathroom just now.

Winarsih now only wears her subordinate's underwear. Dean removed his tight boxer and stepped over his wife's body to kneel before the woman's face.

"Wins... I wanna..." Dean whispered then looked down.

Winarsih is like a bewitched spell. He could not resist something that had almost risen completely. His desire returned that night. His indiscriminate jealousy makes Dean's appearance all the more appealing to him.

Dean noticed his wife's sharp look and bit his lower lip as he tried to muffle his own screeches. Slowly Dean let go of himself and turned to the bottom. So many. Almost every night he thought.

"Udah?" dean asked, still between his wife's legs.

"Udah.." replied Winarsih.

"After??" ask again.

"No, I'm lemes." Winarsih opened her eyes with her face drooping.

"Four times yes Win..."

"Rubber..."

"Let's not be jealous anymore, I can still add."

"Ampun.." whispered Winarsih.

"Good thing with Mbah and Mbak Tina you are not jealous, yes" Dean said to his wife.

The To Be Continued.....

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