LOVE WINARSIH

144. Second Birth

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"Udah is okay. Don't cry, there's me Win. I will make the best of you, I will do for you and my son. It's okay..." Dean still hugged Winarsih in the car to calm the sobbing woman.

"She said she was wrapped around her umbilical cord as well. I imagine she could choke or something. I'm afraid Mas... I'm also afraid of surgery."

"It's okay, there's me."

Along their way home, Dean occasionally stroked his cheeks and stroked his wife's head.

When they arrived, Mr. Hartono who was passing in the dining room, saw the look of sadness Winarsih who entered the house and headed straight to the second floor.

Dean stood for a moment looking at the back of his limped wife walking to hold her stomach towards their room. Time shows almost 10 pm, Winarsih must go straight to the box Dirja to see his son.

"Why's Dirja's mom? What are you doing again?" ask Mr. Hartono.

"Ih, that's it. Everyone immediately thought Dean was the one who made it happen." Dean threw his body on the living room couch. Ms. Amalia was sitting there snacking on a piece of apple sitting at the table.

"Who are you, then? You were the star of this house" said Ms. Amalia.

"Where is Ma... Dean's dizzy too. Kasian his mother Dirja," said Dean draped one hand on the shoulder of Ms. Amalia. He hid his face behind the body of the woman who gave birth to him.

"Why? What did the doctor say?" ask Ms. Amalia. "Jawab first," sergeant Bu Amalia put her shoulder to Dean inching.

"The baby's head hasn't come down yet, wrapped around the umbilical cord. The doctor said it was okay, but Dirja's mother was afraid of surgery, worried about her son in the hospital. Along the way cry continues." Dean breathed deeply.

"Like you used to be Ma, it's Dirja's mother like Mama you worry about you. Ask who the employee is ready for a yoga mat in your room or on a treadmill deck. Must be a doctor, right?" ask Mr. Hartono to Dean.

"Yes." replied Dean listlessly. "But that's really okay, isn't it Ma?" ask Dean again to his mother.

"Yes, it was okay. It can be normal too. Mother Dirja surgery is also okay, you keep entertained. That woman during her life had much to beat. A mother is not afraid to die for herself. But fear of death leaves children who still need it. So you also have to be wise to say."

"Begging Ms. Sumi to come De, let your two wives be near her mother. Maybe if there is a mother, your wife can be more enthusiastic," said Mr. Hartono.

Right too, Dean thought. Maybe the arrival of Bu Sumi can lighten the burden a little in comforting the turmoil of Winarsih's heart when faced with problems near birth this time.

A week later, Dean managed to convince Bu Sumi to come to Jakarta with Yanto and occupy the guest room on the first floor.

Winarsih looks more cheerful during her attempt to return the position of her baby's head down.

Ms. Sumi who had not met Ms. Amalia once, looked a little stiff when it came to dealing with the number one mistress of the house. Occasionally Bu Sumi was seen inching backwards because he felt not good at pleasantries.

Fortunately Winarsih has become one of the confidants of her mother-in-law now. He easily calmed the heart of the unpleasant Bu Sumi.

After one week at the Hartono family residence, Bu Sumi looks more relaxed. In the morning, Ms. Sumi enjoys her time with Mbah to serve breakfast while chatting about many things that concern her hometown.

Bu Sumi who since his childhood left the city solo became homesick with the land of Java told by Mbah with his charm. Mbah's story is able to describe how his hometown looks now.

The quiet and obedient Yanto was always wherever his mother was. The teenage boy is seen always wandering around Bu Sumi. Several times Yanto even helped the work of Mba Tina to mix vegetables despite being repeatedly banned.

"It looks like your mother is starting to feel at home here" Dean said one night when Bu Sumi had been in Jakarta for two weeks.

"Maybe it's because Yanto also comes along, so mom's mind is not divided. If a mother can see all her children in plain sight, I don't feel like I have to worry about anything else either."

"Yanto is healthy, Win, I am happy."

"Yes," muttered Winarsih who was almost late at night was not yet asleep. "By the way, Makasi ya Mas.." Winarsih looked up to kiss the tip of Dean's chin that was above his head.

"What food?" dean asked closed his eyes as he felt Winarsih's lips on his chin.

"Many," replied Winarsih briefly then again kissed her husband's chin. "Good as my family," continued Winarsih.

"Your family is my family too. When his mother was sad, I wasn't sad." Dean hugged his wife.

"I've been in 38 Weeks Mas, but still afraid to check with Doctor Azizah. Worried that he said he wasn't down yet. It will be okay, right?" tanya Winarsih distanced her body to look at Dean's face.

"should check. How about next week? Near the lahiran. But if now I help you see how my baby is in the dalem, will you?" dean asked as he squeezed Winarsih's ass.

"You," Winarsih replied quickly.

"Such a reply to you" said Dean.

"Nake it." Winarsih held up Dean's satin pajamas and began to kiss her smooth white chest in front of him.

"Your lips are Win" Dean cupped his wife's face with both hands.

"Why?"

"Initially you know I've been geming, her lips are nice but I'm not kissing. But I like it, I feel like a teacher."

"I know how much I do. Tell me this, so. I was the first to be told that nyium..."

Dean widened his eyes, not expecting that Winarsih would talk so clearly about the sex scene he had asked for at the beginning of their marriage.

"Eh, how are you? I'm not talking about you. I'm just talking about that delicious tau. Like that nyium, finally now you are the one who dikibil. 'You hold Mas' even lately if I take a bath, you want to see me naked for a long time. Opium you, that's me." Dean laughed and kissed his wife's lips.

"His name is also my husband's. I never knew the other one" Winarsih said as Dean removed both palms from his cheek.

"Come Win, I'm so tense. Wanted to be guided by your lips," Dean rubbed his full lower lip and blushed red from his loud kiss just now.

Dean lowered his lower pajamas and grabbed Winarsih's hand to put it down there.

"Hold Win.." whispered Dean then kissed his wife. Not long after, he was washed away in the warmth of Winarsih's hand holding her down there. He had been perfectly upright for just a moment.

Exactly a week later, at Winarsih 38 Weeks less gestational age, he was waiting for Dirja who was swimming with her float.

Yanto looked very happy holding his nephew in the pool. Ms. Amalia sat on the side porch reading a book while occasionally throwing a glance at the besan family who were enjoying their time at home.

"Later in the afternoon you go to Doctor Win?" ask Sumi.

"So Ma'am, wait for Mr. Dirja to come home to the office. It will be together." Winarsih was still sitting with half her legs in the pool water.

"Your stomach no more pain or cramping?"

"Nothing. Ordinary aja. Hopefully the birth of Winar can be normal, ma'am, Winar is really afraid if you have to operate." Winarsih looked at her mother who was stretching a towel for Dirja who had been lifted out of the pool by Yanto.

"Yes, mother's prayer is so, too" said Sumi.

Mr. Hartono's tenure is only a few months away. During that time Mr. Hartono looks busier than usual. Mr. Hartono spent a lot of time in the Ministry Office to take care of the rest of his job responsibilities.

At dinner, he often said that he did not want to be in politics anymore. Mr. Hartono plans to spend his old age with his family to hold his grandchildren and go to the temple with his wife.

Ms. Amalia who heard her husband's words was of course very happy. After almost 1 year of illness, Ms. Amalia will finally get an outpouring of full attention from the Husband.

"No! Was it old dad, huh? Try calling Nov, my stomach mules. Do you want to be born, huh? If my calculations haven't been enough weeks, but this already feels mules." Winarsih spoke to Novi in the family room that afternoon.

The house still looks quiet, all residents are running their respective activities but Winarsih has been restless back and forth in the family room waiting for her husband.

Novi picks up the phone lying on the sofa and calls Dean. After receiving an answer from his superior, Novi reported that Dean was on his way back home.

Winarsih's forehead has been frowning ever since. He and Novi have a routine of studying in the afternoon. But because the pain that slowly appeared attacked his waist and lower abdomen alternately, Winarsih was already sitting straight up his body.

"Call my mother Nov, get this sick... I think I want a lahiran. My son how is this, has not muttered." Winarsih who grimaced said as if to herself.

Novi immediately went to the back to meet Bu Sumi who he had seen was sitting in the dining room with the employee.

A moment later, the woman came to meet her son.

"Hurt you? Where's the Dirja? Haven't arrived?" ask Sumi.

"Not yet Ma... This pain is Mom, it hurts..." Winarsih started to sob.

"Don't cry, your husband will be there soon. Let me get ready first. We'll go right away when Dirja arrives." Sumi then disappeared into the guest room.

The smooth clinking of the elevator sound was heard on the right side of the house. Ms. Amalia is seen walking slowly towards the family room.

"Why Win? You mules?" ask Ms. Amalia.

"Already Ma, Mr. Dirja has not arrived yet."

"Maybe stuck. Novi has all the necessities ready?" ask Ms. Amalia about Novi.

"Already ma'am, it's stand by inside the black sedan."

"Don't get on the sedan, I'd like to come along. Ask Mr. Noto just for our anter. Come quickly call Mr. Noto to prepare the car and move the goods," asked Ms. Amalia. Novi headed for an extension phone plane located next to the family room television and spoke briefly on the phone.

Winarsih grimaced and sobbed. The pain that increasingly felt wrapped around his stomach and waist made him unable to hold back tears.

"Win.." call Dean who just arrived under the barrier of the living room and dining room.

"Yes..." The cry of Winarsih who saw the arrival of her husband was getting unstoppable.

Ms. Sumi saw her son's always strong attitude become a little astonished. Winarsih, who was like being injured by sabetage in the rice field, was just grimacing, now very spoiled.

"Sick Mas.." erang Winarsih still crying.

"Yes, sick. Indeed sick. If it doesn't hurt, we don't know his son wants to go out. Then suddenly come out so we can be shocked."

"Mas joked constantly," whined Winarsih still crying.

"Sorry, let's get to the car now." Dean asked his wife to walk slowly towards a van that Mr. Noto had prepared in the yard.

Ms. Amalia went up to the van with Ms. Sumi. Dean sat his wife in the middle seat. And when Novi gave instructions to Mr. Noto, the car immediately drove towards the hospital.

"Sick Mas.." erang Winarsih again. Dean moved his seat forward to stroke his wife's back and waist in turn.

"Dear, it must be sick."

In the past, Ms. Sumi always prayed that Winarsih could get a partner who loved and nurtured like a responsible husband. That'sthat's all.

In her prayer, Sumi expects that Winarsih will meet a man who truly loves her. No need to be rich, just a man who sincerely loves and is willing to work hard for his family.

But in fact, Ms. Sumi was blessed with a daughter-in-law who surpassed far above her expectations so far.

Although it began with a disaster that sealed the fate of Winarsih and her husband, Bu Sumi was grateful that her daughter was reunited with a man like Dean.

As a woman who lives in the village, who used to receive a cup of coffee made by her husband or walk hand in hand after the rice fields as a romantic, as a, now Bu Sumi knows that romance can be expressed by words.

There is no one phrase ever said that a husband and wife will each adapt the nature and behavior of their partner.

A wife will be strong and tough in a household that might educate her to have to behave that way. And vice versa.

All of these things are inevitable from the importance of the role of a husband in the family. The attitude of a head of the family determines how the behavior of family members in the house he leads.

Winarsih since childhood was educated to be strong and tough for the life he lived. He never complained or complained about anything. But that afternoon, Ms. Sumi saw how her son could pour out one side that he had not shown all along.

The spirit of Winarsih. Dean's attitude towards Winarsih all this time, made the spoiled side of the woman come out just like that.

On the way to the hospital, a sobbing Winarsih soaks into a Milo-brown shirt worn by Dean.

"Sick Mas," said Winarsih again.

"Dear, baby" said Dean, still wiping his wife's back.

"All because of this... I became like this. Huhu" Winarsih.

"Yes, it's all because of me. I'm sorry for impregnating you" replied Dean. Ms. Amalia and Ms. Sumi pretended not to hear the absurd answer of the husband who was calming his wife.

"Yes the name again?" ask Winarsih.

"Patience... I forgot to ask Patwal for help because of his impromptu birth gini,"

"It's already a pain.." Winarsih room again.

"Geez, son... Kasian your mother, kasian same father yes... Don't hurt for long." Dean rubbed his wife's stomach.

"All because of this, this Mas,"

"It's because of me,"

"I don't want any more children,"

"Yes, no need. It's the last."

"The smell is good. The pain doesn't know,"

"Yes Sorry. I'm just good. You weren't. The one yesterday asked not you, I also forgot who."

Hearing Dean's reply, Winarsih again roared squeezing the arm of her husband who was now grimacing.

After contracting for almost three hours and Doctor Azizah said that the baby was already in the perfect position to be born, Dean looked back down at the head of his wife who was adjusting his breath to take out the big-weight baby girl.

Dean couldn't bear to watch his son's birth down there.

"Hold on, Mom, just set your breath for a second." Doctor Azizah who had been sitting preparing to receive the baby gave instructions to Winarsih.

Dean's shirt already looks very crumpled on his front and arms. Since then Winarsih's hand gripped the part with all his might. Dean will not be surprised if later his body will receive bruises from the torture of his wife's hand that is holding pain.

It's okay Dean thinks. That origin can make Winarsih entertained and reduce the pain she is feeling.

At 22:05 a baby girl filled the atmosphere of the maternity room with her crying voice. Winarsih came back crying when she heard the sound of her son crying. Doctor Azizah brought the newly cut baby to give her mother a kiss on the cheek. Winarsih laughed in her tears.

Now he feels his life is more complete and perfect.

"So, what did you say?" ask Dean.

"What did I say?" Winarsih asked back.

"No more kids, this is the last one."

"When did I say it was like that?" Winarsih looked at her husband. Dean flicked his finger slowly at the forehead of the woman who had been busy blaming him for several hours.

"You want to breastfeed Mom?" ask Doctor Azizah.

"Dok, just bring it here." Dean answered Doctor Azizah's question because he felt his wife's breast milk was always abundant to breastfeed them. He, they. He and his two children.

Two nights in a row before the birth of his 39-week-old son, Dean had his wife very hot. In his heart he suspected that the contraction experienced by his wife was the result of his work two nights ago.

Dean also had time to sip the top of his wife's chest that has drained ASI smoothly. Therefore, that night he did not hesitate to bring his little princess to the top of his mother's chest that has been dripping breast milk since.

It was such a friendly moment for Dean. He hugged Winarsih who had returned to lying down as usual after receiving a few stitches to repair the birth canal in his female organs.

"It's a girl I'm Win" Dean said, hugging the little baby wrapped in a blanket.

"Let's see, who do you look like?" Winarsih spread her hands impatiently.

"See, I want to see his face clearly."

"I want to see, here-" said Winarsih impatiently. "That's my son" Winarsih said again.

"My son too. His face looks like me. You haven't been lucky, no one looks like you yet."

"Ah time anyway," Winarsih said as she received the baby into her arms.

"Look at it..."

"Yes, it looks like a real mas. His eyes narrowed gini. How come nothing looks like me huh," said Winarsih watching the baby's face carefully.

"You have to try again, until someone looks like you." Dean chuckled as he opened the front of Winarsih's hospital uniform wider so that the baby could suckle freely.

"Yes, I want to."

"Huh? Want to get pregnant again?"

"Yes,"

"Not yet kapok you?"

"No, yet" Winarsih replied smilingly as she placed her chest peak on the tiny baby's mouth that opened welcoming her.

"Pretty Mas" said Winarsih looking at his son.

"That's no doubt. Worrying about his father, people already know how his son," said Dean. Winarsih sneered at the words of her husband.

"Whose name?"

"Usus. Dita Diajeng Hartono." Dean gently rubbed the black hair of the bushy, straight baby girl.

"Hi Dita, this is mom. You'll be a close friend of mom." Winarsih smiled down on her baby's forehead.

There was a knock on the door and Dean went to the door. Ms. Amalia walked in slowly with her staff accompanied by Ms. Sumi who exuded a relieved look.

"Congratulations Win, I'm so relieved." Sumi rubbed her tears at the corner of her eye.

"Yes Mom. Now Winar has a beautiful daughter. The most beautiful gift from Mr. Dirja," said Winarsih.

At the age of 23 years over a month, Winarsih has two children. And Dean's just gonna turn 31, four months away. The happiness in their little family is complete. Winarsih did not expect anything at the time. He felt his life was perfect.

"Wins... De, Mama, I'm gonna pack this for you." Ms. Amalia who was standing next to her son took out a box from inside the pouch that had been hanging from his wrist.

"What is Ma?" ask Dean.

"Here, the couple of wedding rings that Mama bought for you. I'm sorry I can give you this now" Ms. Amalia opened the box and handed it to Dean.

"Pakikan for your wife" said Ms. Amalia, handing the box to her son.

Dean took one smaller ring and inserted it into Winarsih's left ring finger staring in disbelief at her mother-in-law's face. A 2 carat diamond-eyed Solitaire ring coiled sweet on his finger.

"Beauty Ma," muttered Winarsih staring at her ring.

"Pakein ring I'm Win," Dean's pinta thrusts a ring at Winarsih. With a terculum smile, Winarsih put the ring on her husband's finger.

"I also forgot we don't have one yet" Dean said grinfully looking at his finger.

"Let's say ama cewe, they can squirm your fingers." Amalia looked at her son meaningfully.

"Ah Mama.." Dean's murmur.

"In a few months, papa's term is over. Mama wants to make your wedding reception in Jambi. You want Win?" amalia asked her daughter-in-law.

"Eh?" Winarsih looked confused.

"Mama wants to have a party reception. In a few months, your baby is already big. Her mother is also healthy. How's Sumi? Wanna? I haven't been to Banyan Village either."

"You ma'am, may. We are happy to wait in Jambi" said Sumi.

"Well if that's it. Later I ask people to take care of the recipe in Beringin Village huh. I want a lot of people" said Ms. Amalia.

Dean and Winarsih exchanged looks. Well, Miss Amalia is still Miss Amalia who loves big receptions. This time it seems he will channel his hobby in Jambi.

Novi who heard the whole conversation seemed to be smiling happily.

The To Be Continued.....

Long huh?

The author asked for his vote for Winarsih-Dean once again yes.. The couple will soon resign :*