LOVE WINARSIH

20. Monas

Two days in the room constantly lying down turned out to make Winarsih feel careless and unpleasant to Tina who had been overflowing with her work.

By noon Winarsih went outside the room to help Tina prepare the lunch of the employees. Mr. Hartono and Ms. Amalia had left for Pekanbaru early in the morning with a personal assistant and aide.

While Dean in the work days must be in the office. Tina said the man rarely came home quickly. Usually Dean would arrive home almost midnight every day.

The food menu they cooked that day was only for the officers who were at home. And the thing that most relieved Winarsih is that their host is not there, tonight they no longer need to cook a new menu.

Mbah said, Dean rarely asks for dinner. The man did not want to disturb the hours of rest of the employees in his house.

"You, whoa, just keep quiet from now on Win? Think what?" tanya Mbah who realized her silence since hearing a good story about Dean.

"That's okay, Mbah. But is Mr Dean that good?" asked Winarsih carefully for fear of offending Mbah who looked so fond of his employer's son.

"Dean's a good boy. He has always been a good son of Mr. Hartono in his own way" Mbah said in a soft, but firm tone.

"Dean is a glutton, but it's actually loving. He was just lonely" Mbah said, taking a deep breath.

Winarsih just silently imagined the attitude he had received from Dean during his work there. Only a multivitamin that can feel a little describe the story Mbah just now.

That day Winarsih had permission to Mbah that tonight, he would go out to meet Utomo. Winarsih reasoned that there was one thing he had to finish with his lover.

Mbah agreed to what he said even though it was followed by a subtle rebuke. Winarsih was happy because Mbah seemed to really sincerely care about her.

Winarsih had been in her room since four in the afternoon. The multivitamin Dean gave him to the wall yesterday, he has now been taken and put back into the package.

One by one Winarsih read the brand and function of the multivitamin. Everything is almost the same, just different brands and packaging.

Winarsih decided to drink one of them according to the dosage listed on the back of the packaging.

Actually he was disgusted to see the multivitamin, but since childhood he was always taught not to waste everything.

Although his heart was filled with anger and hatred towards himself, with tears dripping down his cheeks, Winarsih downed a single tablet with a glass of water.

Tonight he will meet Utomo. Winarsih had already told the man to wait outside the fence alone. He didn't want Utomo to meet Dean.

Now-now Winarsih is increasingly afraid of the reaction of his employer's son if he meets Utomo. I don't know why.

Dean must have had a collection of hundreds of sharp words to insult him and Utomo. He also did not want Utomo to be denigrated by Dean.

At 19 o'clock. 30 Winarsih had finished dressing. In the mirror he saw his face still pale.

Winarsih fingered the neck and slightly lowered the edge of her shirt collar. There he still saw a reddish patch that had now turned slightly bluish.

It was Dean's bite. Although already rubbing and greasing it with wind oil hopes to disguise the spot, but the effort was unsuccessful.

Every shower and no clothes he still sees some marks that Dean left on his body. It adds guilt to him for being an impish master guarding his body.

Winarsih went outside the fence and found Utomo standing on the sidewalk waiting for him.

As it was then, Utomo's clothes were often about the same. The man rarely shopped for clothes. The deep blue material pants and a collared t-shirt in matching colors complemented Utomo's appearance that night.

Utomo's curls are neatly combed back, shiny as usual. The perfume seedlings Utomo wore also smelled from a distance of several meters.

The aroma is distinctive as often kissed Winarsih from a group of fathers who dress up drizzly and sit in a stall.

While Winarsih, that night wearing a long-sleeved shirt with large flowers and a model A skirt under the knees is bright blue. Winarsih only realized that his clothes look like tablecloth dining room employee Pak Hartono.

"We're walking now, Mas?" greet Winarsih as she arrives in front of Utomo.

Utomo smiled and nodded. Don't forget the guy said, "You're getting prettier, Win."

Winarsih who heard that only smiled faintly. Not long after they were in a taxi that took them to Monas.

Before arriving at the courtyard of the National Monument, they had to walk past the many merchants selling various kinds of souvenirs.

Many times Utomo tried to hold Winarsih's hand, but the woman always tried to avoid him by pretending to do something.

"Good yes, Mas," exclaimed Winarsih as her feet entered the courtyard of Monas and looked at the monument from a distance.

Winarsih sat himself on a row of rocks framing the road leading towards the monument's courtyard. Seeing Winarsih sitting casually, Utomo followed.

"First inaugurated in 1975. We are not yet born. The beginning of the establishment of the name Gambir Field. It was around the wall there was a relief that immortalized the glory of the archipelago in the past," Utomo said with both hands wrapped around his knees.

The man seemed to have been deterred from trying to hold Winarsih's hand.

"Hmmm ...?" Utomo turned to his lover.

"Have I been bothering Mas Ut all this time?" winarsih asked as she looked at the man sitting on her left.

"Well, what the hell, you? How ngerepotin? I never felt bothered at all. After all, you are a boyfriend who does not read nudu, Win," said Utomo who was a little confused by the change in tone Winarsih.

"You're never shy about going out with me, are you?" ask Winarsih again. His chest was starting to feel tight.

"I love you, Win. You are a good woman, a hard worker and a dear family. What makes me ashamed? The yanto? I love Yanto as my own brother. Our six-year relationship wasn't a minute, Win. Although I often piss you off, but I really love you." Utomo slipped some of Winarsih's hair out of the tail of his horse.

"I want to apologize the same, Mas Ut," said Winarsih.

"I'm sorry why? Don't take it, ah, Win. You seem to want to go anywhere," said Utomo, whose feelings began to feel bad.

He was worried that Winarsih who felt changed lately would say something he did not want to hear.

"I don't think I can continue our relationship Mas ...." Winarsih.

Utomo half-gagged staring at his lover. "You why? What's wrong with me, Win? Is it because I'm always forcing you?" Utomo pias's face instantly.

Winarsih only shook her head many times. "I can't tell you why, but I can't help continuing our relationship. I'm sorry." Winarsih brushed away the tears that fell on her cheeks.

"But I love you, Win. I went to the city so I could marry you and make your life more worthy. I love you Winarsih. Tell me what my fault is. I'll try my best to fix it." Utomo's eyes were reddened. The man brushed his hair many times with a finger. The pomade effect is almost gone now.

"Mas Utomo deserves much better than me" Winarsih said with a bitter smile.

Utomo just looked down at the black-robed sandals with the logo of the little rabbit head on his feet.

Tonight, Utomo blames himself for Winarsih's departure. Blame her being too aggressive towards the woman. Blaming yourself for being too frugal and stingy to spend money during a relationship. As well as blaming himself who had brought Winarsih to the city and put him to work at the Hartono Family home.

Almost three weeks working in the house, somehow Winarsih turned into a figure that he really did not recognize.

"Mas Ut," call Winarsih again.

"Yes, Win?" As if awakened from his daydream, Utomo looked at Winarsih hoping that the woman would say that it was just a joke.

"We eat satay at the intersection of my master's house yuk, Mas."

"Now?" utomo asked who was then answered with a nod to the woman. Utomo tried to be ordinary so that Winarsih softened again and forgot what he had just said.

"So I squirm that the merchandise is empty of buyers. The seller is an old man. I pity. Remember my mother in the village. Utomo wants to, right, buy me satay?"

Winarsih's question really hit Utomo. You could say Utomo rarely spend money during their six-year relationship in Beringin Village.

"Yes, already. Come ...." Utomo immediately got up from his seat and reached out to Winarsih to help him stand up.

But Winarsih had nimbly returned to his feet without any help from him.

******

Long enough they sat in the trading field satay an old man who had a mouthwash turned out to be an overseas citizen, just like them.

The difference is, the satay seller's father brought his children to the capital and could contract a small house in a narrow alley. Everyday his wife helps the family living by becoming a laundry worker.

After satisfied chatting that occasionally interspersed with laughter, they left the satay seller towards Winarsih's employer's residence on foot.

The distance is not so far.

"I assume you're talking to me, because you're probably saturated with our relationship. I hope that after resting tonight, you will change your mind" Utomo said as he began to extend his hand to embrace Winarsih.

Later,

"Hey! Why are you outside at this hour? Come home!! You have to work tomorrow! There are now aides. He said it hurt, now it's running. Quick in! I'm in a hurry."

Utomo almost jumped so surprised.

A handsome man behind the wheel of a luxurious car that Utomo once admired shouted towards them. Utomo recognized the man as Mr. Hartono's son. What business did the man take Winarsih home with him?

Jaka his best friend in the village who recommended work to Winarsih once told Utomo that Pak Hartono's youngest son was a successful lawyer who was very haughty.

To be continued