LOVE WINARSIH

151. EXTRA PART: Winarsih S. Mb

It is November now. The month in which Winarsih, Dirja and Widi have a birthday. Winarsih 28 years, Dirja 6 years, and Widi 4 years. Although Widi was born on different dates with her mother and sister, but every year their birthday celebration is always held simultaneously.

Not a big party, just cut the cake and eat with the whole family and employees at the residence of Mr. Hartono's house.

What happened almost 3 years ago?

"Daru gendong sama aja ya? Let me cut the cake first." Dean lifts a male toddler aged 1 year and 7 months into his trunk.

Winarsih stands facing a three-story cake with splashy decorations on each level. The cake was always ordered in the same shape by Dean.

Each level has a different decoration. Bottom layer cake for his wife Winarsih. Cake in second tier for his eldest son's dirja. While the top layer is cake for Widi's third daughter.

Ms. Sumi sat down while hugging Dita who was holding on to her knees watching over her mother, mas and her sister who were holding a spade-shaped spoon.

Yanto clapped his hands to see the excitement of his nephew pluck out the cake decorations that only lasted for a moment. Dita who saw the mas began to pick cherries now come closer and imitate the behavior of his eldest brother.

"In the meantime, patience. Mommy bribe you first. The cake should not be held, the new father's brother to Dirja and so on." Winarsih raised the hand of Widi who had been drinking cream.

"Here, Widi's hand is wiped first." Amalia's mother, who was sitting in a chair, picked up some tissue and called her granddaughter.

"Father slide here," call Winarsih to Dean who is calming Daru who is wriggling want to join in ravaging the birthday cake.

"This is his son whining at Mom," Dean said.

"Here down," pinta Winarsih.

"What do you want? Here's the bench, "call Mr. Hartono to his youngest grandson. Hearing the thing his eyes said, Daru pursed his mouth and spread out his hands walking towards Pak Hartono.

Dean and Winarsih's fourth child again did not look like his mother. Their last product turned out to take almost one hundred percent of the face of his eyes that blooded Java. Daru's eyes were not squinty like his three brothers.

Dean who had run out of stock baby names could only give the child a first name. Darsa, means desire. While his last name, Mr. Hartono happily added the name Handaru which means happiness.

Right yeah. After all the products from Dean were bought with the resemblance of Amalia's mother, his wife. Mr. Hartono is very happy to have a grandson who looks like him.

If Dirja since childhood spent a lot of time with her utis, Daru spent more time with her akung.

Mr. Hartono has entered his retirement at the age of 73. He has given most of his work by elevating Fika who is still at home to become the director of Hartono Coil in Kalimantan.

It turns out that even every day together with Irman, can not cause the seeds of love in the heart of idealistic women like Fika.

Irman is married to one of the employees of the Cahaya Mas Group at headquarters and has a three-year-old son. Now Irman's position next to Mr. Hartono serves all. As assistant and adjutant to the former minister.

"Win, kueku.." whine Dean poked Winarsih's arm which had stretched out a spoon towards his mouth but the woman's gaze was still staring at Daru who was hooked with Mr. Hartono.

"Oh yes," said Winarsih then spooned a spoonful of cake into Dean's mouth.

Dean cupped Winarsih's face and kissed every corner of her face with a loud bang.

Their parents and some of the employees who were there were used to Dean's attitude towards his wife. They had all understood the reason why Dean and Winarsih's children numbered four.

Sunday's Novi also came with Ryan and a two-year-old toddler sitting down to enjoy a meal and watching their child walking to and fro.

"Here I change the bribe" said Dean taking a cake plate from Winarsih's hand.

Winarsih opened her mouth to accept Dean's bribe. "Your old man, ma'am," said Dean.

"Father is older. I'm 28 years old. At the headquarters, many 28-year-old women are unmarried. They are busy developing their careers" Winarsih said.

"Trus you?" ask Dean.

"I was busy breeding the seeds of Mr. Dean," said Winarsih relaxed as he grabbed a cake plate from Dean's hands looking at him cynically.

"Udah is getting more sintered Winarsih now," said Dean.

"And the undergraduate." Winarsih hugged Dean's waist and kissed the man's chest before putting her cheeks there.

Dean wrapped his hands around Winarsih's body and cast a glance towards the side porch where everyone was eating and gathering.

Four children ran into each other. Including Ryan's son. His secretary was running around and around watching his son.

While Daru was in the hand of Mr. Hartono who invited his grandson to the park across the pond to see some parrots placed in large cages made of iron.

"Dizziness me, rame so kids. Where if you play often fight." Dean complained from the top of his wife's head.

"Your son is all that" Winarsih said.

"Yes it is," Dean said.

***********

"What is your thesis title?" dean asked Winarsih that night sitting by the pool.

"The title is the factors that influence brand fighting on inter-product warfare strategies. About the second brand," replied Winarsih.

"I understand the principle, but I want to hear it from you. Think of it as a question before your green table" Dean chuckled.

"So the principle is gini, I take the example of a leading mineral water company brand A. The market has reached from the middle to the top. So famous is this brand until the public also calls other brands with brand A. But at some point the lower middle class did not buy the A brand. Lower-middle-class people tend to choose brands that cost much less."

Dean smiled, "keep?"

"Well, to address this competition, brand A decided to create a new brand that would be sold cheaper. Call it V. What advantage? The advantage is that the company, the owner of both brands, can reach all consumers from various layers. Imagine how influential a brand is. It's possible that the production costs of A and V brands are the same."

"Wow, who are you? Where's my old Winarsih?" seloroh Dean's.

"Friday.." murmured Winarsih.

"Hmmm-iya, I was horrified. It was the same as the G airline that created the C airline to serve their mid-sized consumers. Good, your thesis is good. Surely the assessment lecturer will immediately hit the hammer three times. You graduated with good grades. If not, let me do it." Dean got up from his seat and extended his hand to Winarsih.

"Walk to the yuk museum" Dean asked.

"Huh? What museum?"

"That's our room first." Dean pointed at the maid's room in the left-wing corner. Winarsih laughed then wrapped her hands around Dean's waist.

The couple then walked along the poolside to a grove of bamboo plants trimmed waist-high forming a patch of road leading to the left wing yard of the house.

Before long they had arrived at the door of the unlocked room. The key is still hanging inside because twice a week the room is always cleaned.

Since Winarsih was no longer in the room, Dean did not allow any new servants to occupy the room. Dean said he would like to occasionally remember his early and near first years with his wife there.

"This sleeping lamp can already be put into a real museum. Still no flame...." Dean approached the sleeping light on the dresser then grabbed the plugs.

"Still on fire" Winarsih said. Then he walked off the light switch on the wall until the room was only illuminated by the yellow light from the sleeping lights.

"Some were asked but I'm not here. Sit down, just cry." Dean smiled softly at his wife who was now sitting in the same place.

"No, because the man wanted to marry someone else. I don't want to marry a man who loves another woman."

"Pantes was kissed too" said Dean, who now sits on the bench facing Winarsih.

"I am deem, but I am also followed. Even his hands are flailing my chest." Winarsih.

Dean laughed at his wife's words. "It's wrong you don't use daleman. I was worried that there was something strange from the outside, so I had to prove it immediately. That fact is very important in my profession Win."

"Halah sampe now just me," serge Winarsih.

"But you were kissed" replied Dean.

"So how should I? I'll be punished later. My employer's son had stress at the time."

"The more sinter Bu Winar brought me."

"The more beautiful you are, by the way. Nostalgia for Yuk Win. Our first malem is husband and wife" Dean said.

"First afternoon. Not malem. Someone can't wait, I forgot who it was."

"I Win.I." Dean stood facing his wife.

"Kiss first here," said Dean bowed and laid down his wife's body.

In the dim light of the yellow light towards midnight, Dean swung over his wife's body accompanied by the sound of a crackling bed.

When Winarsih had reached the peak of pleasure for the second time, she realized in a moment that her husband would also reach the top.

"Sir, don't use it." Winarsih slightly held Dean's chest as her husband's movements accelerated.

"Outside," said Dean gasping. He continues to enjoy his past memories. Winarsih's slim body back easily rotated and directed according to her will.

Every now and then Dean ducked down to sip his chest and squeeze his wife's waist.

"Inget Sir," whispered Winarsih reminded.

"Yes, take this again."

As Dean got faster, he started to look down and immerse the kiss a little hard on Winarsih's chest. Then he released their union.

"Udah?" winarsih asked Dean who was panting on it. "Outside, right?" ask Winarsih again.

"Yes, I'm out." Dean looked down at something down there. "Win.." muttered Dean holding both of Winarsih's knees.

"What?"

"Kok's just a little bit, Win, am I...." Dean was still staring down.

"Win..."

"What's..."

"It looks like part of it is in the dalem" Dean said after seeing something left in Winarsih's body.

"So how?"

"No-no-no-no.." murmured Dean.

"Mother is impatient. It has to be here, but there is no safety. If pregnant again how," whistle Winarsih.

"You're pregnant, you stay behind me again. Easy.." replied Dean. "You may not be fertile."

Then they quickly cleaned up their clothes and walked out of the room.

"Wait a minute, I was just about to squirm the contents of your wardrobe. From yesterday I just forgot to keep on. Want to see since the last move someone missed or not." Dean stepped back into the room and approached the closet door.

In the closet there is only a pile of sheets and pillowcases on the top shelf. Feeling the top shelf secure, Dean rolled his gaze across the shelf below. His eyes were pounded on a black plastic package.

Out of curiosity, Dean opened the package to look at the contents.

A second later, "Oh!" said Dean.

"What's that?" tanya Winarsih approached to take the parcel from her husband's hand. "Rig..." Winarsih looked at Dean.

"My feeling now is not good, Win," said Dean.

"I've been since," replied Winarsih while removing three baby toys from a plastic bag.

It was a baby toy that Dean accidentally bought at an old town night market about 7 years ago. His black crackle plastic was even instantly torn apart due to the fragile age.

************

"Hello... Hola... Daru loi om. Widi, Dita's. Look at Om first...." A photographer was tidying up four children who were joking around in a line of family photo shows.

Winarsih who is wearing a toga many times must tidy up Daru's standing location to want to look at the camera.

"My mother," said Daru who was two years old at the time.

"Don't, mom's stomach hurts. Dalem has a dedenya." Dean dropped off his fourth son. "Here is my father," asked Dean as he lifted Daru into his lap.

Mr. Hartono and Ms. Amalia were waving at his granddaughter to make jokes.

After the family photo and graduation session in the family room was over, Dean threw his body on the sofa not far from his mother.

"When only a few shots, but tired of feeling the photos all day." Dean picked up a bottle of mineral water and gulped it down.

"Next year add more, let fit half a dozen.." said Ms. Amalia.

"Ih Mama," Dean murmured.

Winarsih and Dean celebrated their seventh anniversary to coincide with Winarsih's graduation day.

And just like their previous carelessness, Winarsih is now pregnant with their fifth child with a gestational age of 7 months.

According to the examination at the obstetrician, the gender of their fifth child was female. Dean, who had run out of stock, only gave his son a middle name. Ms. Amalia who just gave the baby's name seemed more excited waiting for the presence of her youngest grandchild.

Two months later.

Winarsih sat leaning on the head of the hospital bed while holding a sweet-faced baby girl with tiny lips and looks full.

Since the baby voiced his cries to the world, Winarsih could not be seen the face of his son.

"Whose name is Ma?" ask Winarsih.

"Arune. The one from Mama Aruna. Keep De? Middle name?" mom asked Amalia looking at Dean who was thinking.

"Danastriiso. I'm Danastri Win," Dean said.

"Hartono behind him is definitely from papa," said Mr. Hartono from the right of his wife.

"Aruna Danastri Hartono's. Finally.." muttered Winarsih.

"What Win?" ask Dean. Ms. Amalia then approached Winarsih and also looked at the tiny baby who was born weighing 3.8 kilograms with a length of 53 cm.

"At last there was one baby who looked like me, sir." Winarsih said sobbing. "Aruna looks like me" Winarsih said with tears in her eyes.

"Congratulations, Win... I feel free from guilt." said Dean kissing his wife's head. "Hello... Winar. It's mr...." Dean kissed his youngest daughter's tiny forehead.

...EXTRA PART : Winarsih S. Mb...

...DONE IT...

...The author hereby states that the LOVE WINARSIH novel has been completed according to the outline and the main idea of the beginning of the story without any additions or subtractions....

...All the characters in this novel are religious. Because they adhere to the first precept of Pancasila which is the Godhead of the Most One. But because this novel does not raise a particular religion, the author is grateful if the reader does not associate the behavior/behavior of the character with a particular religion....

...Thank you to the readers who have stopped by this novel and thank you if you can find a little positive value and implied knowledge....

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