LOVE WINARSIH

SPECIAL PART: 5.0

For almost two hours Dean sat next to Winarsih's bed with a chair. His right hand was folded into a pillow for his head. While his left hand, holding the right hand Winarsih that he placed on the cheek.

“Don't sleep long, Win .. Wake up first look at me. Just sleeping again, this is already in the middle of the mallem, but you have to wake up first to see your husband. I miss, Win ...” Dean kissed Winarsih's palm for the umpteenth time.

“Pak ...,” call Winarsih.

Dean flinched, then stood up to see his wife's face. “Finally you wake up too, Win ...”

“Bapak nangis ..” wirih Winarsih when he saw Dean's tears.

“Yes, I cry. You must have made me cry. I'm afraid to be a widower. Although people say it is easy to find a replacement, but for me it is not easy. Although many can love me, but no one can love my rich children you love them.”

“So, what does it mean? Many people can love Father what does it mean? I just realized but by the way it is,” said Winarsih, raising his hand about to hit Dean.

“Did I have a wrong talk? You don't sulk just yet. I called the doctor to check on you.” Dean pressed the button to call the nurse.

Over the next two days, Dean devoted himself to caring for Winarsih in the hospital. Their children come and go every day to visit their mothers.

“Today I can go to the toilet by myself, do not need to be stopped. Not good, I'm shy.”

“Since yesterday-yesterday I just waited outside. Where are you ashamed? I rarely saw you rich baby. If you are not sick like this, you must not rest and we are not semesra now. For two days I've been squirming you 24 full hours. We talk more, talk more often. I got no sleep scratching his back. I also accepted that I would fast for more than a month. And I don't ask for anything but you get healthy fast and don't get sick anymore. Don't worry me, Win. Don't make me cry. Don't make the kids cry. We all still need very much the same you “

Dean stood at the side of the bed with a towel that he had used to wipe Winarsih's face. Her straight hair that was still very black, dropped unraveled covering her forehead. With a short-sleeved brown shirt with a pajama collar and creamy chinos, Dean looks like a grieving Mandarin actor. His face was slouching and a little tired. Two days later he was trying to be a 24-hour nurse for his wife.

Winarsih smiled while confirming the location of the thin bando that Dean had worn to his head. A natural red tinge on his face showed that day by day his condition had improved.

“Don't pout that, later not handsome. The days of most famous celebrity lawyers can be crybaby?” Winarsih smelled a smile.

Dean looked up at his wife. “Ngledek,” says Dean.

Winarsih chuckled, extending out her one hand. “Mumpung doctor has visited and I have breakfast .. Father is also handsome, come on, here hug me.”

“Yes, don't be nudged. Hugged him somewhere else. Come on, chuck here. I miss being hugged.”

Dean took off his sandals and went up to the bed. Lying on his side wrapped his hands under his wife's chest. He kissed Winarsih's cheek, then closed his eyes.

“Our sixth child cannot be saved, sir. I'm sad,” Winarsih said.

“You really want six? I can handle. But wait for you to heal first,” said Dean, raise his arms and massage quietly Winarsih's chest.

“Yes, not really. I'm sad to know the fetus exists, but it has to be removed.”

“I'm also sad that it is. Moreover, the time to squirm our children is already big-gede. I didn't think I had that many children and there was another one that failed to grow in the womb. I feel guilty, just like you, the same as our future children also.”

Winarsih tilted her body and dropped her head on Dean's chest. She looked up and kissed her husband's chin.

“Mmmm .. really comfortable. I love you, Win. Don't get sick anymore. No one will be able to replace you,” whispered Dean in Winarsih's ear, then kissed the woman's head.

“But yesterday he said a lot can dear Mr—”

“But what I need most is Love Winarsih. Not the love of others.”

Dean lowered his head, slipped his hands under Winarsih's arms and shifted the woman's body to keep them aligned. Their eyes looked at each other. Winarsih's palm went down Dean's chest and continued to rise until it reached the man's cheek. His fingers slowly raised and carved out Dean's pitch-black brow curves. The eyebrows he judged were very good from the first time he saw Dean. “I love my father my children,” said Winarsih.

“My life now is the best life I have ever lived. And it's all because of you, Mom. I love you, mother of my five children.”

Dean closed his eyes, sweeping a gentle kiss on Winarsih's lips that cupped her face with warm palms.

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