LOVE WINARSIH

SPECIAL PART: 4.0

Dean sat down in front of the operating room whose lights were still on. His face was lethargic and time felt very slow going. His mind wandered everywhere. To the happy moments he has been through with Winarsih. His birthday dinner yesterday was his latest happy moment. Dean smiled faintly, then turned to the door of the operating room that was still closed. It was a while, but he missed his wife.

“Thinking what?” ryan asked, suddenly sitting next to him.

Dean was a little surprised, but did not look straight. He looked down a little longer to dry his wet eyes.

“Motor temen that I pinjem earlier, Yan? Udah—”

“Udah, Sir. I returned safely to Beer Garden. He said just relax, and send greetings to Mr. Dean's wife quickly recover,” explained Ryan.

“Oh, thanks, deh. It's good the Bara,” murmured Dean.

“Iya, fine. People relax. Kalem ... continue ...."

"What kind of calm?"

"Well, kalem. Mr De nangis?” ryan asked, looking down to see his boss's face from below.

“Do not rese, lo. Indiscriminate,” annoyed Dean. “Begini only when I cry. I am the father of five children. Almost the sixth child. Time yes I was that crybaby,” continued Dean. Not yet raised his face.

“Nangis is also nothing, sir. His name is also human. The mood is up and down. Crying does not mean crybaby, but—”

“But what?” Dean lifted his face to look at Ryan. “But what?” repeat Dean, raising the lump of hair that fell on his forehead.

“Means sentimental, sensit—”

“Oh, if so I am sentimental. Sensa ...” Dean rubbed the remaining water in the corner of his eye. “Gue is afraid that every day I get sick. Winarsih never complained. Whatever it is never moan.”

“I just found out,” says Ryan.

“Kalo kelp to me, she diem. Make me wrong.”

“I also just found out about it,” said Ryan again. That night he had to accompany Dean to kill while waiting for the surgery to be completed.

“Winarsih rarely nag. You could say more often I'm nagging at home.”

“If it's a long time ago know,” welcome Ryan.

Dean was silent, then clenched his teeth to look at Ryan.

“Continue story. I also want to talk about Bu Win. All this time I was amazed by Bu Win who always calmly faced a husband and five children. Moreover, Novi said, living in the house of in-laws is not easy. But Bu Win is relaxed, always calm at home. Taking care of the kids, taking care of the in-laws, waiting for the husband to come home from work, home hanging out—”

“Lo actually want to nemenin me or want to fuss?”

Ryan nodded, and shifted his body slightly away. “I prefer to see the fierce Mr. De rather than diem with such a rich face. Novi said, Bu Win must have healed faster. Novi also said sorry, the baby candidate could not be saved.”

Ryan took the powerbank and connected it to Dean's phone. The next minute the phone was back on. Dean scrolled the screen and searched the photo gallery. He continued to scroll through the gallery until he arrived at the very bottom.

“It doesn't feel like eleven years. Winarsih is still pretty, Yan. The most submissive and unruly woman that God sent for me and my family. Sometimes I feel too much of this stuff. According to you I'm too curb bini, huh?” Dean swiped the screen of the phone showing a picture of his wedding, turning to Ryan.

“In my opinion, I think you are a bit too restrictive,” said Ryan. Hopefully tomorrow Dean will relax the rules a little about me time the wife. She often heard stories from Novi that Winarsih was too legowo responding to her multirewel husband.

“Too curb, yes?” Dean thought.

Ryan nodded little. “Iya, anyway.”

“Student, right ... I'm not actually curbing, but I'm limiting. My mind doesn't calm down if I stay outside for too long. Not about jealousy or anything like that. I'm afraid he's okay. Sick suddenly rich now, sejahatin people, or whatever. Anyway I don't feel calm if Winarsih is outside without me. He wants to go wherever he can, just like me. That's aja.”

Ryan took a deep breath and stopped him slowly. It turns out it's no use. His boss lays out the definition of 'not curbing’ according to the version he is most convinced of.

“What is it because it is always at home, so it is almost six?” What Ryan just said was hardly a question. He stared at the operating room door in front of them.

Dean nodded, looking at Ryan's face. Also with a face that is almost as beautiful. “Do not lo, I am also confused why I can get pregnant while using IUD. Not only blessed with brilliant brains and shrewd acts, my seeds also proved excellent. IUDs were breached until my fetus was growing everywhere. Do I have to wear a riot wire fence?” Dean clucked with a proud face.

“Usia Bu Win new 32 years.” Ryan mangosteen.

“And I am proud to be her husband Winarsih and father of the five children she was born with.”

“Udah should, anyway. But ... what should not Mr De aja who use contraception?”

“Gue? Wear sarongs? Oh wow! Not good!”

“Vasectomy? Testosterone injections?”

“Apaan, anyway, lo? Where is my self-esteem as a man if my shot is aer doang? Huh, ah. How, I felt weird about contraception ama lo …. Do you think I'm not sad my baby candidate should be taken? I'm sad, Yan. Although my son was five, I am still sad my sixth child did not get a chance to live. The more children, the more love I get to Win—”

“Operation is done, Sir.” Ryan pointed at the open door of the operating room.

Dean jumped to his feet and greeted Doctor Azizah who had just come out.

“Bu Winarsih is still unconscious. From here it will be taken to the recovery room and its condition will continue to be monitored. So far the operation is going very well, you can relax a little because his wife will recover as before,” said Doctor Azizah.

Dean heaved a sigh of relief, “Thank you, Doc.” His eyes could not be seen Winarsih who was pushed towards the recovery room not far from the operating room. Dean walked back to his secretary. “Yan, if you have finished taking care of my nursery, put all the stuff there, you can go home. Thanks for making me chat unclear just now.” Dean raised one eyebrow and began to tidy up his hair.

“Oh, has recovered turned out,” murmured Ryan. “Kalo so I take care of the room trus directly back, yes.” Ryan raised his hand and turned towards the elevator.

To Be Continued