LOVE WINARSIH

145. Kiss Yuk

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Sunday afternoon a month after she gave birth to her second child, Winarsih was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Winarsih was observing the beautiful face of her daughter more closely while breastfeeding the baby.

"It's not like it. So what yes," muttered Winarsih alone.

"What is what?" asked Dean who had just arrived in the room.

"It doesn't look like me Mas" Winarsih said, still looking at her daughter. "Say people in my village, if the baby looks more like his father, it means the love of her husband is greater. I love you more, right?" winarsih asked looking at Dean who was now sitting next to her.

"What is your love for me?" ask Dean.

"Do you know what, Mas?" Winarsih asked back.

"Yes, you don't know either. So big anyway. As big..." Dean hung up his words.

"What's big?" ask Winarsih with her charms. He didn't see a look in Dean's eyes.

"Ah... Relieved me. It turns out my wife is still just like she used to be innocent" Dean said.

"What the hell is it?"

"It's okay. Already ah. I came here because I miss," Dean said. "I'm waiting in his tavern sitting here."

"Kangens? Every day we meet" said Winarsih.

"But I haven't been around for a week" Dean said.

"Want to be flanked?" tanya Winarsih looked at the face of her husband who looked fresh after bathing that afternoon.

"In the room there are already two baby boxes, each mallem chat with children until they sleep. You shopped your son's stuff almost every day, I felt ostracized in our room."

"The fathers are like their own children" said Winarsih.

"But you'll have me too Win, you're divided by three now. So you have to be extra for me, too" murmured Dean, who felt Winarsih had recently been focusing too much on her babies.

"The gas is just a fuss because there is nothing to do with the kids. It's been a month, be patient. I'll be okay if the kids are sleeping."

"Yes yes... I'm asking for bail now."

"What guarantee? It's just-there's a..." Winarsih reached her hand into Dean's stomach to pinch her husband. Dean caught his wife's hand and placed Winarsih's palm on her cheek.

"I miss our hot kiss, Miss Win... Kiss yuk." Dean shifted his seat to get closer.

"Still in the afternoon, someone will see. It's a family room. Later in the room I kissed until Mr. Dirja lemes," said Winarsih laughing.

"Kiss Win.." asked Dean.

Winarsih pulled her husband's t-shirt closer and Dean placed his right hand behind Winarsih's neck to kiss her lips.

Dean turned his back on the dining room and began to sip his wife's lips with his eyes closed. Their kisses were long, welcoming each other as if they hadn't kissed for a long time.

Dita, who began to fall asleep in her mother's arms, looked calm under her father's confinement that afternoon longing for a hot and warm kiss from her mother.

Dean sighed softly and turned his head. Winarsih who had refused now closed her eyes enjoying her husband's kiss.

They were engrossed in releasing the longing until unconsciously the soft clinking sound of the elevator opened on the right side. Mr. Hartono and Ms. Amalia came out of the elevator walking side by side to the living room.

A few meters before arriving at the living room, the footsteps of the two old men came to a halt. From across the dining table they saw Dean kissing his wife.

"Based on the boy" muttered Amalia. Mr. Hartono grimaced at his wife.

"You saw Ma, you said Winarsih was after Dean? Now you can see which one is chasing first. Your son is just like you're insistent." Mr. Hartono then laughed softly and pulled his wife's arm to walk towards the back door to avoid the couple.

Mr. Hartono's tenure is 3 months away and the old man now really looks happier because he spends a lot of time at home.

Bu Sumi and Yanto returned to Jambi two weeks ago. Ms. Amalia had told me about where Winarsih and Dean's wedding was at in Beringin Village.

Now Bu Amalia is drowning with her perseverance organizing a party in Beringin Village. Although she was in Jakarta, the woman had met a Wedding Organizer she appointed to handle the big reception.

The place is a field that is commonly used to hold night market events. Winarsih just nodded back and forth whenever her mother-in-law said a lot of things she would do at the reception.

"Win, I'm the day after Jambi.. The ama Ryan. Anything I want to take care of there?" dean said one night before going to bed.

"Well? Reception business? Have you handled the Wedding Organizer, do you need to go there again?" asked Winarsih a little surprised. 4 more days of Dean's fasting ended but with the growth of the man will go a few days to Beringin Village.

Winarsih laughs. "I don't think I want to," said Winarsih.

"It's impossible." replied Dean.

"This girl doesn't want anything?" tanya Winarsih hugged her husband.

"Why? You miss me that same?" dean asked his wife to return the hug by squeezing the woman's butt.

"My son is asleep, I want to take care of his father."

"It should have been that way. Hold Win," Dean's pinta puts Winarsih's hand in his maleness.

"Udah gini aja turns out," said Winarsih when he felt the part of the maleness had risen perfectly.

"He also misses being spoiled" Dean said. "Your hands are angets" said Dean kissing his wife's lips.

Their kisses quickly became fast and hot. Winarsih gasped for breath as she managed to release the onslaught of her husband's lips.

"I miss it too." Winarsih then got up and pulled down her husband's pajamas until his nose was only 5 centimeters away from the object that is now also the candle.

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"Dean when will Win go home?" ask Amalia at dinner.

"No idea Ma, he said the business in Beringin Village was not finished, but it had been 5 days away. Rarely a nelfon," whined Winarsih.

"Maybe it's not finished, later Mama who called him she did it there. But there she keeps at your mom's house, right?" ask Ms. Amalia.

"Yes, nginep at home. But I still don't know who you're meeting there..." The word Winarsih hangs.

"No macem-macem. Mama knows how Dirja's dad." Ms. Amalia comforted Winarsih who had been in the air for two days because of her husband's departure.

"So she said yesterday to leave for a while, so I didn't come. If it's a long time I can come," continued Winarsih again.

"Maybe he does not want to jump because Dita is still too baby" said Ms. Amalia.

Winarsih continued her dinner in silence. His heart was indeed prying with Dean who later rarely called during the day. At night, she was too tired to wait for her husband's call.

"Dirja also miss his father," said Winarsih finally.

Then the sound of footsteps came closer to the dining table.

"Dirja is kangen or her mother?" ask Dean who just arrived with Ryan.

Winarsih was slightly aghast and twisted her body to look at the life companion she missed.

"Who's missing?" dean asked again, looking down and kissing his wife's cheek many times.

Winarsih who felt uneasy because Dean kissed her under the gaze of Bu Amalia, slightly raised her shoulders.

"There's Uti Dirja" whispered Winarsih.

"Nothing. Uti Dirja definitely understand it feels awkward," replied Dean again buried his nose on the cheeks Winarsih still looks softer.

"God! Be seated! That's Ryan from earlier standing waiting for his insensitive boss." Miss Amalia tapped her index finger on the table. Dean sneered and immediately let go of Winarsih.

"Sit Yan, eat." Dean pulled a chair next to his wife and his gaze went around looking for something.

Ryan who heard his superior's instructions immediately pulled out a chair and grabbed the empty plate in front of him.

"Which kids?" ask Dean.

"Sleeping, just dropped them to the box. Dita just slept, nyusu many continue to fall asleep in my lap." Winarsih spooned the rice to her husband's plate.

"It's true, it's a matter of malem we're safe." Dean whispered in his wife's ear.

"There was Uti Dirja," replied Winarsih with his mouth barely open. She was worried that her mother-in-law would hear her husband's words.

"I want it twice" whispered Dean again.

"The rice is not this hot," Winarsih said to her flirtatious husband.

"Will be from behind, right? What do you like about that?" dean asked, whispering in his ear.

"Mas... Eat," Winarsih said.

"I rush home today to make you say sorry again" whispered Dean as he stroked Winarsih's thigh until his hand touched the womanhood of his wife.

The To Be Continued.....

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