LOVE WINARSIH

2. Preparation

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This is a 21+ romantic genre novel (adult-romance)

By reading this novel, the reader must make sure he is old enough and understand that this story is just fiction. Only imagination aims to entertain. There is no lesson in this novel. So don't look for lessons.

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"So when are we getting married?" ask Utomo.

“Sabar Mas, mate will not go anywhere,” said Winarsih smiled looking at the face of Utomo who that night looked very handsome under the moonlight.

“I often miss you Win, some days I remember you continue. Our relationship has been a long time, but it seems like we are just like this" complained Utomo.

“Later if it is in the city, we can date like the one on tv-tv that is Mas! We can watch to bio-cop, can eat at restaurant.” Winarsih chuckled at her own words.

“Yes, later we can be like that. Now I want to ask for less. Can?” utomo asked spoiled while shifting his seat to be more docked to Winarsih.

“What?” tanya Winarsih pretended not to understand when from now on she had felt the strange gurgle of Utomo.

“Do not the macem-macem, Mas. Cannot. We're not married yet. If Mas Ut is so, it means Mas Ut does not love me,” sulai Winarsih, moving away from Utomo whose eyes began to look.

Utomo raised his hand hesitantly then turned his gaze to Winarsih's body.

“Win, I want to feel closer to you tonight. Can you, Win? Just a moment,” pinta Utomo.

Although in his sentence the man asked for permission but in reality Utomo's hand began to move towards Winarsih's lap.

Utomo had imagined this throughout the six years they had lived. Utomo could not stand the long talk with Winarsih without feeling his heartbeat that was pounding unusual.

Often his friends were mocked and asked Utomo, had done anything with Winarsih.

They did not know that Utomo should hold back as much as possible because Winarsih is the type of woman who although innocent but has a very strong stance. Breaking down Winarsih's defense and his faith is very difficult.

Utomo was only able to kiss Winarsih's cheeks after they dated for 4 years.

Before, Utomo had to be content to only be able to hold the woman's hand.

“I want to kiss your lips, Win,” said Utomo who nimbly immediately pulled his lover closer.

Utomo had to hurry so that Winarsih did not change his mind immediately. In his mind, Winarsih must have kept a ban and said what Utomo was doing was wrong.

Utomo began to try to explore the body of his lover with a gaze. Utomo's view that began to look different made Winarsih began to worry. Utomo leaned against Winarsih's shoulder and touched the woman's face to get closer.

Winarsih refused to do that. He shuffled because he wanted to end what his lover did.

But then Utomo's head quickly looked down to kiss him on the chest.

Between disgust and hate, Winarsih shrugged her shoulders. Trying to drive out Utomo in the most subtle way. He also did not want his girlfriend to be offended.

But Winarsih is still a woman who should not trust too much the curious turmoil of a man. Very quickly Utomo's hand had moved to his chest. Touching and massaging very quickly accompanied by a kiss on his neck. Winarsih. Surprised and his body stiffened instantly.

With his eyes half wide, Winarsih realized that Utomo's hand was getting bolder. The man's fingers began to trace the edge of his clothes' collar. Winarsih gets the power to push Utomo's body away. "I don't want to, Mom!" exclaim Winarsih. Utomo has not moved. Even his kiss on the neck was getting faster and hastily. "I said I didn't want to, Mom!" This time Winarsih's push was harder. Utomo flinched and looked at him like a fool.

“Already. Thats enough. I'm going home. Tomorrow afternoon we meet again. Tonight you're already stoned," annoyed Winarsih, quickly stood up.

“No, Win. I'll take you home. Sure." Utomo stood up and grabbed Winarsih's body. In his head already crossed the various pleasures he could do. Half pushing, he forced Winarsih back to sit down to the cottage. The push was apparently too strong until the bamboo floor rang out loud enough when Winarsih's head hit him.

"Okay .. My head hurts, Mom. You are possessed by a demon. I don't want to be here. I'm home!" Back to trying to get up and clean up her slightly disheveled clothes. "I'm coming home now. Tomorrow when we get back to normal, we can meet again. Afternoon meet. I don't want to meet here," said Winarsih, grabbing his bike that rested on the pole of the cottage.

"I'm sorry, Win. I'm khilaf." Utomo muttered as he half pulled Winarsih's arm. He is still trying to persuade.

"I also want to meet in this quiet place. I'm going home now. If Mas Utomo doesn't mind, I'll ask for my employer's contact number in the capital. Let me just call them. I don't want to bother Mas Utomo." Winarsih had gotten on her bike and was getting ready to leave the place.

"I'm sorry, Win. I promise not to be so again until we get married and legally become husband and wife. I'm too scared to lose you, Win. I've always felt proud that you chose me among the many men who have a crush on you in this village. You are also faithful waiting for me. I just can't wait to have you all." Utomo's persuasion sounded really sincere in Winarsih's ears.

"I'll take you to your master's house later, Win! Don't you worry!" Utomo shouted at Winarsih's back which was getting away.

Winarsih raised her hand a sign that she had heard Utomo's words just now.

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That night, Winarsih could not sleep thinking about the incident he had just experienced. Disgusted at the thought of Utomo groping his body. He also felt guilty for allowing himself to drift away. Indirectly he himself who let Utomo so sassy it. His head shakes not allowing.

"Mas Utomo is rude," whispered Winarsih. Recall that he was encouraged because he did not meet Utomo's request for a romance. "Has Utomo been a rude man all along? After six years ... Why is it only now?" Winarsih looked at the ceiling.

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"Have all your clothes been packed, Win?"

Ms. Sumi asked as she flicked the curtains of the room door and turned her head to look at Winarsih who was busy struggling to record something.

"Already, Mom. Everything's already. Winar Shirt, ke, not much. In the city of Winar wants to work, not vacation. Winar again noted something so that you can later bring this paper to the mini market," Winarsih said, looking down on the floor to take notes in a small book.

"What's that?" ask Sumi.

"Later every month at the beginning of the month .. on the sixth, you can bring this paper to take the money sent from Winar to the mini market near the entrance of the village. Winar will send money to Mother through the mini market network. Every sixth day, Mom. Don't forget. Show the paper to the mini market cashier. They already know what the writing means there." Winarsih tore a piece of paper from her notebook.

Sumi can't read. The woman simply stared at the writing after writing on the paper she was holding with a blank look.

“Just I'm calm. Winar will spend as much as possible for the cost of therapy and treatment of Yanto's heart. If Winar is already established in the city, I do not need to work as a farm worker anymore. Mom is old. Winar wants mom at home to Yanto. Yesterday Winar dapet news from Mas Utomo that the employees at Winar's employer's house will receive a salary on the third date every month. Winar's employer is a great man in the capital. So ... I don't have to worry. As a matter of fact, Winar will not starve there.” Winarsih continued to talk while folding some underwear and putting it in a tote bag made of batik patchwork.

Sumi silently looked at her daughter. The woman doesn't know what to say to appease the winarsih before her departure to the city tomorrow. If you can be honest, his heart is heavy enough to release the eldest daughter just wayangnya.

"Mother is nothing if every day should eat white rice and vegetables like this all along. Life is all about lack of origin with Winar and Yanto ... I'm okay, Win. But I feel sorry for you too. Mother is not able to give something that parents should give to her daughter. Moreover, Mother's daughter is very sweet." Ms. Sumi's tears have melted.

"Bu .. Don't cry." Winarsih stood up to her mother's tears.

"Make Mother .. live all the shortcomings together you can still be happy rather than living enough but must be far apart." Bu Sumi's voice choked. "But your desire is too strong, Win. Your hard head is ...."

"Mom knows that Winar can go through various difficulties with all the beliefs that Winar has, right? Winar is never inferior to the ridicule that is often thrown by people for Winar and Yanto. For Winar .. Mother and Yanto happiness is the most important. Don't cry anymore."

Winarsih never fought or answered anything people said to her. Especially the words about Yanto Down syndrome. Winarsih just kept quiet and kept her sister away from the ignorant mouths of people who sometimes insult her condition. For Yanto, Winarsih was a hero to him. And for Ms. Sumi to have a daughter like Winarsih is a boon.

“Win,” call Bu Sumi.

“Yes, Ms ...." Winarsih looked up at her mother.

“A ready to leave tomorrow?”

“Already, Bu.”

“Remember Mom's message yes, Win. You should always be sure of yourself. Wherever you are, be honest.”

Winarsih smiled. "Winar will always remember Mom's message."

“Mom may never talk to you and Yanto. But before you leave, I want to say something." Ms. Sumi felt her throat choked. "My dear mother Winar and Yanto. Mother and Father apologize to you that until this moment .. We have not been able to provide a decent life like other children have from their parents. You have to drop out of school and work under the sun. You are a beautiful and cheerful girl but I can't even afford to buy you nice clothes even if it's just a pair. I apologize to Winarsih.” Ms. Sumi was crying a lot.

Winarsih stood up and scooped her mother's thin body into the embrace. Hugging the body tightly. A body that felt so thin and fragile curled up in his arms.

Without him realizing the weight of his mother has considerably shrunk since the woman returned to work in the fields. What would his father say if he saw that he was not good at caring for his mother?

Winarsih bit her lips to hold back the tears. Her chest feels tight. Her tears could not be prevented from coming out. Without looking at her mother, Winarsih cried silently.

“If one day you are tired of working in the city, go home anytime you want. Do not be afraid or ashamed because it is considered unsuccessful by the people in this village. I can still bear the lives of the children Mother.” Ms. Sumi spoke on the sidelines of her sobs.

Winarsih nodded and buried her head on the mother's shoulder. The mother and son were crying together.

Yanto, unaware of what was going on, sat quietly cleaning the cinnamon bark in front of a broken television accompanied by a burning mosquito repellent nearby.

To be continued