LOVE WINARSIH
147. For Love Winarsih
A walk to Medan
Don't forget to buy durian
Because of Medan durian, it really different taste.
#nothingbutts
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Happy reading.
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(Beer Garden SCBD Sudirman, Monday at 16:00)
"Lu betiga on can come?" dean asked the three men sitting around a square table.
"Saturday's party?" ask Rio.
"Yes" replied Dean.
"Why is it Saturday?" ask Sky then.
"Kalo in Jambi is now again the harvest season of the people. Who wander at home. And if there's a party, it'll make it Saturday. Let's stay up last night for, tomorrow Sunday is still on holiday. That's what the grotto is from the bini cave. Understand you?"
"Where is.... The cave has important office matters next Saturday" Toni said.
"Yes, don't do it. It is not important that the cave is not intent."
"It's only Toni who has the most promise to make her girl," Rio said.
"Yes, the cave is coming. You're all on bringing bini, aren't you? The cave itself. The cave does not want to turn off the cave market itself, various possibilities are still open to the cave. Some of the caves are afraid of being lectured by his mother Dean if they bring girls back and forth."
"Say you're in demand again" said Dean. "The cave can't stay here for long" Dean continued.
"Dean is difficult now, the longest gathering can only be two hours, it's also already restless like a chicken to lay eggs." Rio pushed onto Dean's shoulder which was on his left.
"This cave's a mess, for Christ's sake." Dean stirred up his drink.
"Why? Sick? Or bini you read-read chat demons in your hape?" ask Toni.
"No, the cave bini don't want to open-open hape. Although the cave sometimes wants to see him possessive check-check hape cave. But it's never been, ever," Dean said.
"Never in front of you, if you take a shower or still sleep can he just open up." The sky raised its eyebrows asking for approval for something that he just said just now.
"Yes can be. But the cave feels bini cave is not that type. If he wants it, he's just."
"Yes, the cave paid the bill today." Dean got up from his seat. "Saturday's party. Don't forget. Cave to Jambi Thursday."
"Entar again, what the hell," pinta Rio.
"Entar bini gua ngambek if you go home long ago. The cave was called. He's nitip buy Madura satay" replied Dean quickly.
"In the house there is a security guard, assistant bejibun, there is also a driver, who buys must you?" ask Toni a little in disbelief.
"Yes must be a cave. Must be a cave Toni said.... Here the cave again ham-" Dean fell silent for a moment.
"What's? Why bini lu? Ham's? Pregnant?" ask Rio.
"Yes" replied Dean very quietly.
"Huh?? Seriously? We are not wrong? Pregnant?" ask the sky again.
"Yes, it's noisy like it's never heard of a pregnant word."
"Your son is still a baby, your baby is pregnant again. How many months?" ask Rio.
"Four more" Dean chuckles.
"The new baby is 6 months old, right? Usual?" ask Rio again.
"Yes" replied Dean, rising from his seat.
"Gua is one, you want three. In the shortest time. You used to have Rio's mouth number one. Now you're the champion," Sky.
"That means the cave bullets all contained. Udah, period."
"Many children don't feel good anymore De," said Toni.
"Hey Toni Setyo Anderson, you know what the hell! The bullet didn't know it was there or not. If it's not good anymore, it's impossible that the cave boy already wants three. Yeah, cave back, cave to the cashier now."
Dean then stepped away towards the cashier. That afternoon he had to rush to buy Madurese satay and present it to his wife.
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"Why worry?" ask Dean.
"My stomach is big. I didn't know I was pregnant with my third child. Because of this Mas," said Winarsih frowning.
"Yes Win.up to 5x change president was still my one," replied Dean relaxed while holding Dita who was laughing.
"I'm worried again mas," said Winarsih.
"What is Win? Express all your worries. These two ears of mine were created to hear my wife's worries" Dean chuckled.
"I'm serious" Wararsih said.
"Yes, I'm serious too. What are you worried about?" dean asked and then put on a serious face. He looked closely at Winarsih from top to bottom. Dean forgot the last time he saw Winarsih slim. Almost the entire age of their marriage is used by his wife efficiently to conceive his child.
"Mama and papa sleep where. That's Ryan with Novi, where's the creep? My mother's house isn't big."
"Tell me to sleep in the middle cottages of the rice fields, not much" Dean laughed. He felt free to talk because at that time there was only him and Winarsih along with his children and babysitters.
"Mas! Ah, sprain me." Winarsih patted her husband's leg and glared at the window.
"Heh, look here." Dean reached out to his babysitter who was sitting in the back seat.
"This is your husband's eyes." Dean poked at Winarsih's waist which spread his shoulders.
"Males! Hate it!" pissed Winarsih.
"Don't hate, your son will look like me again. Are you not offended? We gotong royong together but your son looks like all of me" Dean chuckled.
"Udah ah, don't be dandy." Winarsih tapped her shoulders.
"How many minutes can you stand not poked with Mas Dean?" dean asked around his hand at Winarsih's waist and kissed his wife's cheek from behind.
"You don't have to worry about where your mom goes. Ryan doesn't have to worry either. Believe in your brother. Mas Dean, Koh Dean." Dean laughed and then kissed Winarsih's cheek, which was laughing, looking at her husband's annoying behavior.
Two hours later two cars they were riding in had entered the gate that read 'Sugeng Rawuh Ing Beringin Village. Adigang, Adigung, Adiguna' (Relying on its strength, power and intelligence). It was the slogan of Beringin Village.
When the car pulled over in front of Sumi's house, Winarsih was a little flabbergasted. The expanse of kale fields where frogs sing and breed is now gone.
Instead, a magnificent one-story house with a courtyard and a ivy-roofed gazebo stood gallantly.
"Win.." said Sumi to wonder at the look of her daughter.
"Whose house is Mom? Who bought the land next door? mr. Dirja said that the land does not want to sell," Winarsih told his mother.
"Pregnant again? How many months? Where's tidak? Still breastfed or not? You are how the hell." murmured Bu Sumi who immediately took a jet-black-haired baby girl with narrow-eyed eyes from her babysitter sling.
"Salahin Mr. Dirja Ma'am, don't say Winar. Bring your stomach already tired," said Winarsih.
Dean who heard the words of his wife immediately stepped back to welcome the car that brought Mr. Hartono, Bu Amalia and Ryan and Novi.
"Whose house is Mom? I think it's adem" said Winarish. "Mom has a new neighbor."
"How are you, ma'am?" greet Mr. Hartono who just got out of the car while reaching out to Ms. Sumi.
Bu Sumi looked very excited to see the iron that he never imagined would come to Beringin Village that day really proved his words.
"Where is De? This is?" asked Mr. Hartono to Dean while pointing to a new house to replace the kale fields.
"Yes Pa. Win.it's our home. I made it for us and the kids to come here. I paid the point, who made the contractor's tetep. As long as we are in Jakarta, this house will be treated. I took care of everything. You likey? It's all I design." Dean grabbed Winarsih's shoulder and led her to a waist-high glittering bamboo fence.
"There is-there is," muttered Winarsih.
"Why is there? This is for you, you know" said Dean pushing a bamboo fence and stepping into the yard of the house.
"Beauty, I like it. House in the village." Winarsih held her husband's hand. Dean was still standing behind his wife.
"For the love of Winarsih that I have received all this time" whispered Dean gently in his wife's ear and then kissed the woman's head.
"Sir De! There's someone WO wants to meet," Ryan called as he entered the bamboo fence. Two men approached Dean with a piece of paper in hand.
"Yes?" dean asked, looking at the two men in black polo shirts.
"It's rundown show sir, all okay. Free entertainment is all set up. But specifically the entertainment of his demon vat we start malem a day," explained one man.
"Huh? Pake Tong Satan?" Winarsih rounded her eyes looking at the laughing Dean.
The To Be Continued.....
