LOVE WINARSIH

17. Threats

Dean squirmed his naked body on the big bed. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that his body was not wearing any clothes.

His body ache-feeling mengamuk mass. His stomach feels nauseous and sore. The man looked at the digital clock on the nightstand. It's almost eleven o'clock by noon. His stomach was nauseous mixed with hunger

Dean sat leaning against the headboard of the bed still hugging the blanket wrapped around his body.

What happened last night? A flash of shadow being in the night club with Disty appeared in his memory.

His girlfriend accidentally got him drunk and gave something to his drink. After that Dean's memory was just as vague.

Piece by piece he was trying to put together things he could remember.

Disty who had done peppered his might. Disty who that night had undressed all the clothes to make love to him.

Until he was suddenly beside his house with Disty constantly yelling at him. Disty said that last night they had done it. Chaos, he thought.

Dean pinched his forehead.

"Shoppers!" Dean spontaneously berated because he remembered that Disty had deliberately dabbed him with alcohol concocted with drugs.

Then Dean's eyes widened because he remembered something.

Winarsih. He met Winarsih at midnight that night. His assistant managed to sweep him into the room.

Slowly the memory of him walking hand in hand with Winarsih to his room flashed clearly on his head.

The fragments of memory of him pushing the body of his maid to the bed to the memory where he pulled down the woman's underwear.

Dean squeezed his hair with both hands. Winarsih. He raped his maid.

Quickly Dean got up to hold the blanket he had been hugging. Dean's eyes were looking for something on the blanket.

Then his eyes were fixated on some patches of blackish-red stain that had littered his sky-blue blanket.

"Winarsih is still a virgin. I took her virginity in a semi-conscious state" murmured Dean lowered his head on the spot on his blanket.

Dean's hands squeezed the blanket.

He had to go to Disty to ask her about the drink last night.

The man rushed into the bathroom leaving Winarsih's blood-stained blanket on his bed.

Dean felt no need to rush to ask the maid to change the sheets and bed cover. Because if he directly asked his aides to replace the bed cover set that had just been replaced, the business would definitely reach his mother's ears.

It was almost 12pm when Dean came down from the second floor to the dining room. Tina, one of the kitchen employees, was standing on a large dining table that was only for her.

"All is done sir, please" said Tina, smiling at her who had pulled the chair.

Dean just gave a small nod to answer the words of his maid.

"I say back, sir, if there will be less telephone as usual," continued Mba Tina again and then back and turn away.

A few steps the woman walked,

"Mom!" call Dean.

"Yes sir?" Tina squeaked and hurriedly turned to look at Dean. The woman was very afraid if there was something wrong about the taste or appearance of the lunch dish.

"Where is Winarsih?" dean asked without looking at Tina.

"Sick Sir. He said he wasn't feeling well. Already permission with Mbah earlier" replied Mba Tina relieved.

Tina was relieved that Dean, who was an excellent critic in the house, only asked Winarsih.

"If there are employees who say they are not feeling well, they should be treated immediately. Asked what his needs were. Don't let the employer get hit if there's anything with the employee who's sick," Dean said as he stuffed a spoonful of rice and side dishes into his mouth.

"Okay sir" replied Tina.

"Yes already! You go there," Dean ordered still without turning to his maid.

Like flying, Tina immediately left Dean. Tina thought, The growth of their gluttonous master once thought of the fate of his ailing employees.

Meanwhile, Dean's brain continues to work hard remembering what he did last night.

Did what he did hurt Winarsih so much?. Was the maid hurt? What's that sick? Did he go out for lunch?.

Especially in his mind started to cross the scenes where he treated Winarsih so harshly. Dean closed his eyes and shook his head several times.

Will Winarsih sue him? What will this woman do now?

After eating a bit of his rice from feeling his stomach had not recovered too much, Dean immediately headed for the car garage and entered his white Range Rover.

Just five minutes into his car, Dean arrives at the gate and sees the figure of the man he recognizes as Winarsih's girlfriend.

Mr. Lutfi, who is Rojak's shift opponent opened the gate wide when he saw his car heading out.

Dean recalls the night before the man introduced himself as Winarsih's girlfriend named Utomo.

Whether the wind made Dean so anti-boyfriend, Dean also told Utomo that Winarsih was not healthy. And ask the man to come back soon.

Dean did not want Utomo to see Winarsih, before he met and talked to the maid.

The look of disappointment was clearly drawn on Utomo's face. But according to Dean, for now, it is the best for Utomo.

******

"Don't lie to you!" shouted Dean.

"I'm not lying!" reply Disty screeching.

"I don't feel like doing you. If the two of us had made love, there was no way I could" Dean's words hung up.

"Can what? Can what? What are you doing again?" insist Disty.

That afternoon Dean and Disty met in a studio apartment that his girlfriend occupied in the last three months.

Dean buys the apartment for Disty, as her lover always complains that she can't stand living with her lazy father.

"But I have no memory that I'm like you" Dean said.

In his mind now even imagined how Winarsih face when under his body. Dean recalled how Winarsih moaned as Dean tried to enter her. His blood rippled back.

"You can do that! It's nice together now don't say!" Disty began to cry as she closed both her palms to her face.

Dean just sat on the couch looking at his girlfriend with a look. He doesn't know what else to say.

The clearest memory in his head right now was about how he explored Winarsih's incredible chest with his tongue. The memory is very clear.

Dean went back to racking his brain, but the memory that he had fucked Disty did not appear in his head.

"You should marry me anyway" said Disty.

"What?!" scream Dean in a high voice.

"It's not all that easy as you say Dis" Dean continued.

"Maybe if I don't believe it, you'll never marry me." Disty's crying is becoming. The woman's shoulders shook.

Dean walked up to his girlfriend sitting on the edge of the bed, then his hands wrapped around Disty's shoulders as he rubbed and patted her on the shoulder.

"I just want you to be patient Dis" Dean said softly.

"Until when?" raung Disty's.

"Until papa gives up and blesses us. You gotta figure out what I'm in, '" Dean gently told his girlfriend.

"No-no. I don't want to wait for your father's blessing, which is never there for me. If you don't want to marry me in the near future, I'm going to spread our sex video that night to journalists and media hungry for news about Mr. Hartono's family," disty's breath was panting and her voice trembled as she said that.

Dean released his embrace on Disty's body then slowly retreated.

"What you put in my drink is a powerful medicine, right? You made that kayak to feel me, didn't you?" lirih Dean to his girlfriend.

"So when are we getting married?" disty asked as she got up from the bed and wiped her tears.

The woman walked over spoiled towards Dean who stood glued to look at her.

The To Be Continued.....