LOVE WINARSIH
149. Paguyuban Winarsih's
At 10 p.m., Dean still clasped Winarsih's hand to go from one wagon to another street vendor's wagon. They taste all the food that looks appetizing.
Yanto was seen walking with some of his friends and was busy chatting. The difficulty of Yanto getting friends to get along now seems to have been overcome.
Toni, who left alone for Jambi, seemed to enjoy her solitude. Soon the 31-year-old Javanese-American man became a favorite of mothers.
Rio and Langit and their wives immediately headed to the hotel in Jambi city after enjoying some kind of dishes in the night market.
Ms. Amalia and Mr. Hartono sat on a bench near the cart serving celor noodles. The couple talked and laughed with their hands each holding a plate.
Ms. Sumi was holding Dita who did not want to sleep that night near the stand arena dexterity throw the ball. The baby seemed happy to see a stand decorated with colorful lights with dozens of balls thrown by his grandmother alternately.
Mbak Anggi and mas Vino are enjoying a meal in a chubby rice cart. If in Jakarta the rice is similar to rice uduk. The couple relaxes while their two daughters join Yanto and his friends are in line to break into the haunted house.
Dean went around holding Winarsih's hand with one hand carrying cotton sugar that was still wrapped in plastic. Winarsih asked her husband for cotton sugar. Although not directly eaten because it is full, the reason pregnant women remain classic. Saved for later he said.
That night Dean was dating at the night market with his wife. Although the originator of the party was Amalia's mother. But Dean should be proud to be able to finance the party purely from his hard work working as an advocate. Danawira's Law Firm is now re-emerging by accepting job offers from large companies based in the capital.
"Mas," call Winarsih.
"Hmm?" sahut Dean's.
"When did Ryan propose to Novi? Do you want to do that? I, as a woman, do not like. The old experience was not good. Moreover, Novi is quite old."
"You're calm, I've passed my knowledge down to Ryan" replied Dean.
"What science?"
"You are calm anyway."
Elsewhere, on a long bench located in a corner and dimly lit food cart, Ryan sat alone with Novi.
"Aren't you checking email? If you know there is work from the office coming in," Ryan said in Novi.
"Kan malem Sunday, gini holiday."
"Try a check."
"I think my signal is a bit difficult here" replied Novi open his phone and look at the corner of the screen with a thin signal line. "Maybe new emails are also difficult to get in because the signal is bad" Novi continued.
"Wifi cake from me. My provider's good," Ryan bargained.
"Can, just a minute." Novi activated his wife and immediately clicked on the WiFi name 'punya Ryan nih'.
"Udah?" ask Ryan.
"Udah, ask for a password. What password?" ask Novi.
"Will you marry me (will you marry me), replied Ryan.
"Huh?" ask Novi who thinks Ryan is kidding.
"Yes, the password will you marry me." Ryan's face was very serious when he said that.
When Novi tried the password, his face was slightly blushing. It turns out that after he tried it, Ryan's password was correct. A new email came in, it was from Ryan.
Little wonder Novi turned her lover then clicked on the email. The writing that appears later is a red banner that reads, YES OR NO?
Novi couldn't help his smile. He knows exactly where Ryan learned that sweet, yet sweet thing. Novi immediately clicked on the reply to answer the email.
'YES, OF COURSE' then he clicked the send button.
Ryan's phone clinks. With a bated smile Ryan clicked on a new email from Novi and read the answer.
Ryan then chuckles and embraces Novi's shoulder and kisses her lover's head. In his heart he admitted that the way Dean never failed in conquering the heart of women.
"Where were his father and mother dirja?" ask Amalia's mom on Sunday morning.
"Going on his Pakde Winarsih bike from this morning has not returned" said Mr. Hartono.
"Bonces both?" mama asked Amalia half in disbelief.
"Yes, his name is your son." Mr. Hartono again stretched his newspaper to enjoy a cup of coffee and sat on the terrace overlooking the view of the expanse of rice fields and the neighboring chili garden.
Winarsih was still sitting behind the bicycle frame hugging Dean tightly. Their views were equally fixed on a signboard writing 'Paguyuban Winarsih'. It was a rice mill made by Dean as a gift for his beloved wife.
"You likey?" ask Dean.
"Like it" replied Winarsih.
"Why do you think about kayak gini?" ask Dean again. He felt Winarsih tighten his arms and put his head on his back.
"I quote one statement I read. I think that statement in English fits my thinking very well" Winarsih said.
"What's that?"
"That's why in life you should do good things, people will not remember how rich or poor you are but they will remember how you are as a person." Winarsih smiled, looking at Dean who had just glanced at him.
"That is why in life you have to do good things, people will not remember how rich or poor you are, but they will remember how you became a person. That's what it means?" winarsih asked Dean who smiled widely because in his heart he admitted that his wife was smart.
"Win, that means."
"I never thought of having this. For me first, being able to fill my stomach with fullness and buy Yanto snacks was more than enough. But when God gave me more, I wanted to do something useful. I want the little I have that can be useful to the surroundings. That's why I never miss praying every day.... I pray that you will always be healthy and continue to love me and my children. I thank and thank God for being given the best soul mate according to His version. And God's version is never wrong." Winarsih hugged her husband's waist tighter.
With a growing belly in gestational age beyond 5 months, he increasingly rounded up his determination to devote life to his family.
That morning, the tears came back. Only God knows how much he loves Dean.
"I feel more fortunate that you're a wife" Dean said. "We're going home now? Tomorrow you bring me a cementine basket I'm a macul in the rice field ya.." said Dean laughed.
"Hold your waist tight." Dean rubbed Winarsih's arm around her waist and then launched a bicycle to return to their home.
...LOVE WINARSIH...
...EXPIRE...
...Thank you to all the readers of Cinta Winarsih who from the beginning followed the love story of Cinderella version of this coconut juice. Take the good lessons, leave the bad ones....
...Thank you to Dean and Winarsih who filled my days writing their love story....
...The author apologizes if there is an error in the terms or information presented in this novel. Just like you, writers are just ordinary people who try to give romantic reading while still containing and can convey a little knowledge with sweet packaging....
...Before juskelapa finished compiling the outline of Gank Duda Akut, let's support juskelapa write the story of DIJAH RECOGNITION....
...Big thanks to the loyal readers of the novel juskelapa since the first time entered into Noveltoon....
...Look forward to Extra Part CINTA WINARSIH in the form of an epilogue....
...Don't forget Mr. Dean's jargon :...
..."Yuk Win's,"...
..."Come kiss first,"...
..."Hold Win,"...
..."Hugged me Win,"...
..."Kiss me Win,"...
