LOVE WINARSIH

27. "I'm laper sir,"

"Udah? Is that what Disty said? Is there anything else?" dean asked annoyed after Ms. Amalia yelled at him all out in the room.

"Mama has never cared who you're dating, it's your business. You are an adult. But if the result of your freedom out there is ruining your family's good name, it's the same as killing your mom!"

"Mama sure you didn't care who Dean was dating?" cynical Dean to Miss Amalia.

"Mama don't want to know! If the woman makes your perverted video into the hands of the media. Mama better die! Can't you just live quietly until your papa's term is over?"

"But Dean never felt like he did the same thing you meant by Disty Ma! Mama trust your son or her?" dean asked, starting to get emotional.

"But dating a girl like her is your choice Dean! Your father reminded me of that from the beginning. Marry her immediately. Make him feel he has achieved his goal! Mama doesn't want to know how you are." Ms. Amalia's face flushed red from shouting at each other with her child.

"At least let Dean solve this problem himself first Ma," Dean persuaded.

"He's taking Dean's time, Mama's got no more excuses. Mama's words were up against a cunning woman like her. Mama did not expect a smart man like you to be easily fooled. It must be the reason you are again out of pity, "Amalia ma'am while massaging her neck that feels stiff.

"You must be able to distinguish, where the feeling of love or just pity," continued Ms. Amalia again.

"Dean has obviously done it many times, believing in Dean Ma. Let Dean solve this problem himself. Dean still needs time." Dean stiffened his jaw recalling the incident earlier this morning when he dropped Disty by the side of the road.

The woman really carried out all her plans. Wanted to be the legitimate son-in-law of the Hartono family.

"Please Mama Dean. Since marrying your father and accompanying him to pursue a career, we have never had any scandal. Your papa's good name out there is a guarantee of the attitude you will take later. Hearing you're about to marry that woman alone might be enough to kill your father. Especially if your videos are scattered. Mama's better off dead," muttered Amalia's mum. His eyes are already glazed.

"Let Dean talk to you papa, not Mama. Don't mention the video. Dean's still figuring out the certainty. How long did Disty ask for?" dean's asking sounds resigned.

"Six months. Six months at most" said Ms. Amalia, staring at Dean, who was standing leaning against her dresser.

If he just wants to get married, maybe Dean can grant it to Disty. But to make him an official son-in-law who has power over his family, Dean as a jurist would not allow it.

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It's been two weeks since Dean met Winarsih. At breakfast, as usual, the family only went to the dinner table when everything was available and there were no maids going back and forth.

Mr. Hartono is on a working visit to Kalimantan with his wife.

Ms. Amalia said that after the work visit, they would review their mining company.

Many times as if he was telling a child, Ms. Amalia reminded Dean not to act out the kinds that could provoke Disty.

Dean agreed to all the words of his mother to calm the heart of the woman who had given birth to him.

Dean actually had no intention of avoiding Winarsih. He just did not want to be tempted to approach the maid because considering Winarsih's relationship with her boyfriend.

Besides, Dean doesn't want to hurt Winarsih anymore. Because maybe in a little while, she'll be hosting a big wedding reception that Disty demands of her.

Even so, several times when returning from his office nearing midnight, Dean always took himself on a round walk from where his car was parked to pass Winarsih's room and enter through the front porch.

He hopes to cross paths with Winarsih again, even though the woman has just returned home on a date with her lover.

And that night, after two more weeks of having to keep winding up from Disty who asked to meet, Dean finally met the woman at a restaurant not far from his office.

Disty showed a video of Dean being heavily drunk and being swept into a hotel room by nightclub security.

Maybe Disty intended to remind Dean again of the 6 months he asked.

Dean doesn't talk much. After hearing all of Disty's dreams of a wedding, Dean drives his car back home alone.

He's really tired. Time showed almost midnight when he left his car and walked through Winarsih's room.

Unlike usual, Winarsih's room is usually dark at that hour, this time the lights look lit.

Rather hesitantly, Dean approached the room but did not hear any sound from inside.

His body and soul were equally tired.

When opening the main kitchen door, his gaze was struck on a figure wearing a dark brown batik negligee, hair draped over his shoulders and a red-styled leather sandal looking down at the lower closet.

Winarsih.

Dean's eyes softened to look at the body figure he had hurt.

Dean's heart started beating unusually. He felt ridiculous from feeling nervous in front of his own maid.

Then Dean's gaze turned to the high kitchen table of marble on which was already located a pack of instant noodles, two cloves of onions, and some red chili peppers.

The maid seemed to be hungry and was planning to cook noodles like the one she had served to Dean.

With slow steps, Dean approached Winarsih. Standing right behind the body of the woman he wanted to see in these two weeks.

"What are you doing?" dean asked slowly so as not to surprise the woman.

Winarsih seemed a little surprised, but then her head turned and looked up at him.

Dean who always saw Winarsih wearing a long-sleeved top, tonight saw his maid's arm not closed to almost the limit of the shoulder.

Hair that is usually always tied, is now just broken. His eyes were a little faint and his face looked pale.

Winarsih stood up while grasping a pot Dean had seen before.

"Today sir," replied Winarsih while showing the pot that was in his hand.

"You sick?" dean asked in surprise as he saw the woman looking lethargic.

"It's just a little unwell" replied plain Winarsih.

Dean spontaneously fumbled at his maid's forehead. Although it felt too presumptuous to treat the body of the maid but Dean was curious.

"It's not hot, you don't take medicine?" ask Dean again.

"No sir, I don't usually take medication. I just...." Winarsih's words stopped.

"What's free?"

"I'm just a laper sir." Winarsih clenched her mouth looking at the instant noodle packaging on the table.

"This time, let me cook. You sit there" Dean orders him to pull Winarsih's arm and sit her on a tall bench across the stove.

The woman had now sat on a high bench still holding the saute pan.

"You just sit there neatly, I cook. Oya, here I take" said Dean took the saute pan from Winarsih's hand.

A second later, Dean who was still fully dressed from the office seemed to unbutton and roll his shirt arm up to the elbow.

From the corner of his eyes, Dean could see if Winarsih was looking at him fixedly.

He thought, Winarsih should sit a little far away from him in order to be seen enough.

Because the sheet of batik negligee worn by his maid had made him nervous. Dean's tired brain had forced him to imagine what the contents behind the negligee were like.

The To Be Continued.....

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