LOVE WINARSIH

SPECIAL PART: 1.0

The 02 May. Dean's forty-year anniversary. Winarsih assisted Tina and a new household assistant named Mina, cooking many of everyone's favorite menu. Includes a menu of different children. The birthday celebration was held modestly at his residence. Just dinner with the big family. A couple of parents, a wife and five children.

Mbah who is now old, just sitting in the kitchen to mix spices and help give instructions to Mina.

“Fried chicken Widi seasoning, already?” ask Mbah to Tina.

“Udah brought to the front. The rest is put on the table or saved for the night?” Tina showed me a bowl of four pieces of fried chicken.

“Put on employee dining table only. Make Widi tonight can fry again. The hot one must be better,” replied Mbah.

Winarsih nodded in agreement to Mbah's words. One of his left hands held the spatula and his mouth was blowing on the gulai that he was about to taste.

“It fits?” tanya Mbah looked at Winarsih.

Winarsih again stirred the sugar. “Already, Mbah. It will be taken half for the employee's dining table, yes. Not everyone wants to eat gulai tonight. Mom and Dad can't. Especially Mama,” said Winarsih.

“Pak Dean should too,” Mbah said.

Winarsih grimaced, then turned to Mbah. “Oya, the father of the children also has to take care of food. It's been forty. Many children even have to take extra care of health, yes, Mbah.”

“For you .. who depends on Dean a lot. Especially since Mr. Hartono retired. All-all must be Mr. Dean who fussed. Must be busy.” He got up from the chair and went to the sink.

“Busy, but hanging out is still perfect, really, Mbah …. That's a fixed schedule. But nothing. Fathers children may also need refreshing with his friends.”

“Nuna's omelette is cooked now, Mom?” mina asked, standing in front of the four eggs she was about to lay.

“Put in bowl first. Later if his father had come home, just cooked. If it's cold now," Winarsih said, pressing the electric stove button because the gulai is boiling. “Mbah, I'm ahead first. Want ready. Soon Mr. Dean will be home.”

Mbah nodded, then looked at Tina. Usually, such a code alone is enough to make Tina understand to clean the kitchen.

Dirja is now ten years old. Dita is nine years old, Widi is eight, Handaru is five and a half years old, and Nuna is three and a half years old. Very crowded.

At the foot of the stairs. “Bu, I'm wearing this shirt, yes. The one chosen by the mother is less like. I'm less beautiful.” Widi approached Winarsih to show her dress of her own choice.

Winarsih was just about to reply, but Handaru flashed and grazed the dress that Widi was wearing. “If beautiful must be beautiful use anything,” chirps Handaru who goes directly to the dining room.

“Bu ..” Widi looked at the annoyed back of Handaru who was away.

“Mbak Widi is beautiful. Wearing anything will be beautiful. That was Daru's intention just now. Mom goes up first, yeah. Want dancing. I also want to be beautiful if you come home.” Winarsih rubbed Widi's head and hurriedly went up to the second floor.

Before entering his room, Winarsih took the time to stop by the room where Nuna, Dita, and Widi usually sleep. Widi has gone down to the dining room, while the other two girls have not been seen.

His hand immediately pushed the door handle. “Nuna ...,” call Winarsih.

Dita and Nuna looked at it at the same time. “Nuna is done?” asked Winarsih, approaching her daughter.

“Udah ...,” Reply Nuna. The little girl was sitting watching the babysitter pout Dita's hair.

“Nuna just took care of me. He was finished from earlier,” explained Dita.

Winarsih crouched down in front of Nuna. “Mother to room first. Later down with Mbak Dita, yes ...” Winarsih tidied Nuna's hair before standing up.

The whole day was mostly in the kitchen, making the day go by unnoticed. After glancing at the clock and realizing that another half hour Dean was home, he quickly took a shower and dressed. As much as possible they all had dinner on Dean's arrival at home. Don't let the man go into the room and shower first. Everyone at the dinner table would be hungry.

It turned out that half an hour was less for Winarsih, even though he was already in a great hurry. The plan to welcome Dean to the dining table was scrapped because he had to break up the debate between Daru and Widi on his doorstep.

“Why are these two going up again? I told you to wait at the dinner table, right? Dad in a minute—”

“Nuna …! Where's Mommy?” Dean's voice echoed on the first floor.

“That's Dad nyampe. What else is it?” Winarsih took Handaru and Widi to her left right down the stairs. The faces of the two boys were still bending.

“Tonight it was my turn to sit next to Mom, right? Daru yesterday already,” said Widi.

“Sit for a moment. Mbak Widi has crooked,” said Daru with the same face pouting.

Winarsih took her two children to the dining room and Dean stood holding Nuna still wearing a suit she had not left.

“What is it like at home? Who's playing the same? Same with Dita, huh? Come on, kiss me. You haven't kissed me today.” Dean thrust his cheek at Nuna. The little girl wrapped her hands around Dean's neck and pressed her nose against the man's cheek.

"As usual," muttered Winarsih.

"The two are good at debate. Prospective prosecutors and lawyers are good," continued Dean chuckled.

“Where do you sit?” ask Winarsih to Widi.

“Sini.” Widi pointed to the chair next to the chair used to be occupied by Winarsih.

“So, the problem today is the seat again? I'm like the party to grab seats in the DPR.” Dean shifted the chair and sat facing his children.

Winarsih straightened out the Dirja and Dita seats that were opposite Handaru and Widi.

“Nuna sit here, yes.” Dean pulled out a special chair that Aruna had been using since the age of a year. The little girl was sitting on her left, near Dita. “Udah all, right? How, like a little, Mom?” Dean hugged Winarsih's waist standing filling his plate with white rice.

“Little what? It's five. Try counting again. Is it still less?” asked Winarsih, putting the plate in front of Dean. “Still hot, Sir. Wait a minute,” said Winarsih.

Dean rolled his gaze around the table. “Even five. If it's big-gede gini, seem little, yes. Not feeling,” murmured Dean.

“Thinking father. I feel really,” said Winarsih.

Dean reverberated Winarsih's ass. “Do not count-count—”

“Ehem!” Mr. Hartono cleared his throat because from a distance saw Dean began to wrestle Winarsih who was arranging the menu on his plate. “It turns out there are people who are getting older. But the behavior is not necessarily old,” said Mr. Hartono, stepping slowly closer to the dining table.

“The behavior, yes, is still that ...” Ms. Amalia sat next to Dirja, opposite Handaru.

“Udah say happy birthday together Mr?” Mr. Hartono holds the head of Handaru. The boy shook his head. “Ayo ... pronounced first to his father. Mas Dirja represented his younger siblings,” pinta Pak Hartono, put his hands together at the table and looked at Dirja who immediately advanced his chair.

“Ehem, I represent the sisters. Dita, Widi, Daru and Nuna, would like to say happy birthday to you. Long healthy life always ... everything is as the Father said yesterday. I love my mom more, my sister and me. Also dear Akung and Uti also.” Dirja looked at the smiling Dean looking at her eldest son.

“Kok, the greeting is ‘as said Mr yesterday?’” Winarsih looked at Dean who immediately chuckled.

“I talk to Dirja, if doain long life it must be healthy always everything. Do not live long. I don't want to live long but lie helpless, Mom …. I want to stay healthy with you,” Dean said.

"It wasn't because there was a plan to ngasi Nuna sister again, was it?” cetus Bu Amalia.

“Ih, Mama ... no, dong. Everything is sealed,” said Dean, pinching slowly Winarsih's cheek that held her smile. “Now we eat .... Come, Father's most beautiful son, we eat.” Dean kissed Nuna's cheek before pulling her plate closer.

“I'm also beautiful,” muttered Widi.

“Mbak Widi remains the most beautiful,” welcome Winarsih directly. He does not want the drama of the children to happen again at the dining table. “Come, Mba Widi eat.”

Everyone was busy filling the dishes with side dishes. Two babysitters help Daru and Widi start her dinner. Suddenly the footsteps clamoring about made them all turn their heads.

“Sorry, Sir .... There is a shipment,” said Tina, holding a large box wrapped in colorful paper.

“Kok, rush so?” dean asked in surprise, looking at Tina.

“From Mr. Toni, Mr. Sky and Mr. Rio.” Tina held out the box to Dean.

“Kado? What contents? How, noisy?” Dean shook the box near his ear. “What ... toys? My feelings were not good. I have not spent many years ngasi-ngasian.” Dean looked at Winarsih.

“Maybe make Nuna ...,” says Winarsih.

No one understood his worries. Dean took a breath and rubbed Winarsih's head on his right side. “Bu, you don't miss the IUD, do you?” whispered Dean.

“No, coke. Past time no talking.” Winarsih glanced towards her in-laws.

“Oh, yes, already. Means this is a toy for Nuna,” continued Dean.

To Be Continued

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Minal Aidin Wal Faidzin for Boeboo dearest everyone. Stay healthy with your family wherever you are. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________