LOVE WINARSIH

21. Bye, Love's.

When he heard the screams addressed to them from the white luxury SUV car whose glass was half open, Utomo's eyes immediately turned to the handsome man behind his wheel.

Utomo recognized the man as the youngest son of Mr. Hartono, Winarsih's employer. There was a wind what the son of Winarsih's employer was yelling at them?

Although never criminal or have scandals related to his personal life, but Dean is famous for having a less pleasant personal.

Call it the man is arrogant and arrogant.

Before entering Winarsih to work at Pak Hartono's house, Jaka, Utomo's friend from the same village as them, had told him a little about the family.

His haughty nature was indeed very contrary to the father who despite serving as Cabinet Minister and also a successful mining businessman, but the old man was very friendly and supple.

That's what people have known all along.

When the man shouted at Winarsih from the side of the road, Utomo felt the gaze the man had aimed at Winarsih was not as usual.

Not the view of an employer to his aides. Utomo was a normal man who understood a man's antics a little.

I don't know, Utomo did not want to interpret the gaze of Winarsih's master's son with a mind of sorts. Because maybe his feelings are wrong.

Winarsih stood by the side of the road still staring at Dean.

"Let's get on!" yell Dean again.

Winarsih looked at Utomo and Dean alternately, then her feet stepped towards the door on the second row.

"Front! It's good to sit in the back! Am I your driver?" snarl Dean again.

"Having no pain from yesterday but until this hour is still wandering outside! Alesan aja you. Tell me to date." Dean continued to nag Winarsih who had now opened the front door and tidied up her skirt to sit down.

Utomo, who saw Winarsih get into the car of his employer's son, felt the situation was now increasingly hopeless.

His face implied deep disappointment. The woman he had been dating for more than six years and night so he dreamed of becoming his wife later, now seemed to be out of his grasp.

Winarsih, the woman who went with him to the city less than a month ago, in just an instant had become a stranger to him.

"Win! I'll wait until you're ready! I will not let you go. I love you Win! We go together to this city, we also have to go home together to the village!" Utomo shouted from the side of the road.

Dean's car glass slowly closed, and the car began to turn to the right to get into the middle lane.

Utomo ran over to Dean's car,

"I won't give up! I'll be a great man for you!" utomo shouted while tapping on the windshield where Winarsih had been trying to hold back her cries since then.

Dean drove his car further, leaving a desperate-looking Utomo by the side of the road.

Winarsih looked at the rearview mirror to see her ex-lover. It could be, it was the last time he met Utomo. Her lips trembled, her tears continued to flow without a sound. Many times his hands wiped his wet cheeks.

As if understanding what was going on between Winarsih and her lover, Dean spoke a thousand languages.

"I'm sorry" Dean finally said.

Dean's words made Winarsih's defense finally collapse. The woman was crying, covering her face with both hands. Shoulders shaking.

Dean doesn't know what to do. What else did he have to say to that woman? Dean's car arrived in front of the gate of the house which was opened by security guards.

Ever since Winarsih cried earlier, Dean just kept quiet. He hoped that the maid could feel better as she spilled all the burdens clogging up her chest.

Realizing that the car had stopped, Winarsih immediately opened the door intending to go straight to her room. He didn't care what Dean said. His feelings tonight were already quite shattered when he ended his relationship with Utomo. Although Utomo is far from perfect, Winarsih had dreamed of having a future with her lover.

"You hear what I said just now?" tanya Dean held Winarsih's right wrist.

"Listen sir, I've heard that many times from you. So I have to answer what? Have I forgiven Father? Didn't he? Haven't. I have not forgiven Father. Far from it, though. People like you will never understand the story of poor people like us" Winarsih concluded while staring at Dean sharply.

Dean looked at the maid fixedly. He did not expect it turned out that Winarsih who he thought was quiet was smart to talk.

Winarsih's face was still pale. Even the pink lipstick she wore yesterday, today does not appear to adorn her full lips.

His perfectly oval face with filled cheeks looked sparkling with tears. With neatly combed bangs covering her forehead, as well as round, teary eyes, Winarsih's face looks very adorable in Dean's eyes.

Dean loosened his grip on the woman's wrist until she slowly let go. He really did not know what else to say until he took a deep breath and rubbed his face.

Dean looked at Winarsih who now turned his gaze towards the ranks of the betel trees that limited the parking lot and swimming pool. He stared at his assistant from head to toe.

Look at every detail Winarsih wore. A pair of cheap sandals, a skirt that Dean had seen dozens of times, and a long-sleeved t-shirt whose pattern began to fade. The neck of the shirt is a simple round shape. Dean's gaze momentarily pounded on the spot above the woman's chest. Bluish red. Was that a smudge from his kiss last night?

Dean's mind wandered back.

"It's over, sir? I want to go in first," said Winarsih suddenly who made Dean's daydreams instantly crumpled.

"Wait," stop Dean. He also wondered why he had held the woman. Winarsih who was about to come down now stopped to look at him.

"I can only say, I'm sorry. I did not intentionally.... Anyway I'm sorry. As you know, I have a boyfriend. I even proposed to him. I really don't deserve to do that to you. Therefore, I will obey anything you ask other than.... Well, you know for yourself what it is. How much do you need to support your family in the village? Tell me, I'll take it all," said Dean at last.

For a moment Winarsih was silent about all the things Dean said. Then Winarsih took a breath.

"No sir, no need. Thank you for the Dean's attention. If I ask, it means the same as selling myself. Mr. Dean's money won't be enough to buy me. Meanwhile, I can still support my family in the village with a salary from Mr. Hartono," said Winarsih then got out of the car and slammed the door behind him to close.

Hearing Winarsih say that to him, Dean quickly went down and chased his maid.

"Wait a minute!" call Dean.

"What else?" winarsih Ketus.

"I'm laper, masakin I'm mi kuah!" dean's orders.

"Just come home sir?" suddenly an Mbah voice appeared from behind them.

Both jumped. Winarsih closed her mouth for a moment.

"Ouch! Mbah ngagetin Dean only," said Dean. Mbah even chuckled.

"Sir Dean wants to eat what, can Mbah masakin. Winarsih pity is still not feeling well," said Mbah who seems to appear as the savior of Winarsih.

"No, poor Mbah. Old man at this hour should rest, let him cook!" tell Dean while looking towards Winarsih who is standing with both hands hooked in front of her skirt.

"Should Winarsih?" ask Mbah again.

"Yes, it must be Winarsih. Come on you hurry to the kitchen, I wait. Go back to my room, sleep. It's the middle of the mallem." Dean walked quickly to the dirty kitchen door not far from where they were.

"Excuse me Mbah...." Winarsih slightly lowered her head to Mbah, then walked hurriedly following Dean.

The To Be Continued.....