LOVE WINARSIH

146. Surprise Before Party

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Warning :

Contains adult scenes.

Read it at the right time.

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"I took a shower, Win" Dean said as he removed his clothes from the room.

Winarsih did not answer her husband's words, she just lifted her gaze a little from the book to see Dean walking naked towards the basket of dirty clothes.

Dean was just about to tell him about the work he had done in Jambi with Ryan. It turned out that her husband was persuading the landowner who was close to Bu Sumi's house.

After telling him what he had done while in Beringin Village, Dean finally headed for the bathroom door.

Winarsih still follows the learning process of her C Package from home very diligently. His favorite lesson is English.

It was none other than Dean who often chanted songs while in the bathroom and played a lot of good songs and sang them while they were away driving together.

"The real craven of Bu Winar" said Dean to Winarsih when he had put on his pajamas and a small towel was still in his wet hair.

"His name is also a schoolboy," said Winarsih still looking at his book.

"So now you're like a 16-year-old high school boy huh? I slept with my underage son Dong," Dean who was standing next to Winarsih nudged the woman's body with his waist.

"What do you want is that Dirja?" tanya Winarsih looked up at her husband.

"Joking Win, you made me hide. I'm afraid that my old clean bath has become useless." Dean put down his towel and crawled up to the bed.

Dean lay on his side resting his head with one hand facing Winarsih who was leaning against a pile of pillows and reading a book.

"Pcsst... Very arrogant! He said kangen. Here," call Dean patting the empty side next to him.

Winarsih put down her book and inched closer to Dean. She hugged her husband tightly and long. Inhaling the scent of Dean's body scent that her husband had sprayed just now. For Winarsih Dean is the place where it gets the warmest and most soothing hug.

Dean returned Winarsih's embrace by burrowing his head around the woman's neck. For Dean his wife is the most comfortable resting place after he's been tiring out there.

"I miss Mas" Winarsih said in a muffled voice.

"I'm a miss, too" said Dean, still hugging his wife.

"Sleeping alone is not good."

"Sleep habits are held, it is not good to sleep with your bare hands" said Dean.

"Ckk!!" Winarsih clucked and raised her face to look at Dean.

"Pampered gambek this you." Dean pinched his wife's pouting cheeks.

"I bought a location for the rice mill you requested yesterday. But it's not next to your house. It is a bit far away, but can still walk from home. Your mother and Mr. De won't bother grinding it." Dean spoke while unbuttoning Winarsih's pajamas one by one.

"So the land next to the house is not actually sold as the owner?" ask Winarsih.

"Maybe my appeal is not effective. Because those who own the land are fathers. If it's mothers, half an hour would be fine."

"Ckk!" Winarsih again clucked because Dean joked while he was serious.

"Aren't they netes?" Dean asked as he grabbed Winarsih's bra and lowered it.

"Alesan.." muttered Winarsih.

"Later if I suddenly come home from out of town 5 days, you must be suspicious. You must also miss anything."

Winarsih looked at Dean's face and gently rubbed her husband's cheek.

"Sir Dean.." he muttered. "I used to flick through the window curtain of the backyard corner room just to make sure if Mr. Dean had gone home or not" Winarsih said slowly.

Dean looked at his wife. Winarsih took a breath then continued her speech with her fixed gaze on the eyes of the handsome man in front of her.

"Secretly I did not intentionally plant hope."

"And that hope finally came true" Dean continued, then pulled his wife's face and kissed Winarsih's full pink lips.

The longing kiss lasted long and deep. Winarsih's sigh was heard first when her husband's shrewdness managed to make his breath instantly rush.

Dean is very good at this, he thought. The light snacks until the bite a little hard her husband made Winarsih's heart quickly beat irregularly.

His breath was breathless and he managed to let go of a long kiss that night.

After several times obtaining what he wanted, Winarsih saw Dean pull out something. "What's that?" winarsih asked as Dean felt something from the nightstand.

"Safety, we have to try. I don't want you to get pregnant again. I haven't been able to squeeze your flat stomach for long yesterday" Dean said.

Winarsih quickly returned to groaning while squeezing her husband's hand hard. Along with Dean's quick movements, Winarsih finally shrieked and returned panting. He then threw his head on the pillow.

But in fact Dean who was not used to wearing the safety took a long time until his wife looked confused.

"I'm going to let go, you know if I'm a long time ago" Dean said later. "Entar outside," Dean continued without looking at his wife.

Shortly thereafter Winarsih had convulsed and met with her husband who had stopped swinging over her body.

"Win!!"

"Huh?"

"I forgot!"

"What?"

"I'm deliverance..." Dean looked at the tired face of his wife who threw a resigned look.

Dean resigned to his carelessness, but he also hoped that his wife would not get pregnant soon again.

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3 Months later

"Win, the party is still two months away. But since your papa has a handover ceremony next week, you'll need new clothes too. You can all be measured yes, tomorrow the measuring man will come here." Ms. Amalia again reminded about the wedding reception that Winarsih said was still long ago.

His spirit now began to slacken, he responded to the words of his mother-in-law half-heartedly. It was clearly depicted on the look on his face that could not easily hide the uneasiness.

Ms. Amalia caught the look on her agitated face. At dinner, Winarsih was late to get off. Dean, who usually arrives at the dinner table with a plate filled with rice, is now sitting facing his empty plate.

"Where was the mother?" amalia asked Dean.

"So he said he wanted to go down immediately if Dita had gone to sleep" said Dean.

"Call De, who knows your wife isn't feeling well. Your wife has been a little nervous lately, said Mama. You are not careful," said Mr. Hartono.

"Yes Dean felt it too. Just a minute Dean susulin." Just as Dean shifted his chair, Winarsih appeared walking closer to the table.

Dean pulled out a chair for his wife then shoved an empty plate and filled it with rice.

"You sick?" ask Dean. Winarsih.

"Ma, I think I need to change the clothing model for the reception," Winarsih said suddenly.

"Why?" ask Ms. Amalia. He was a little surprised Winarsih was moody just because of the problem of the mismatched clothing model. Winarsih had not much demand during this time, he thought.

"Why Dear? Mama nanya," said Dean rubbed his wife's back.

"That's Mas... All because of this too,"

"Huh? Because me?" asked Dean in wonder.

"I'm pregnant again, it's three months." Winarsih bent her face against the plate.

Ms. Amalia looked at Winarsih's face and her son took turns. Mr. Hartono laughed out loud clenching a tissue and throwing it at Dean.

Dean was still in shock rubbing his wife's back.

"Who am I again. It's been three months" Dean murmured. "As for the government, I can be sterilized..."

The To Be Continued.....

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