LOVE WINARSIH

28. Heart Red Small Tape

It's been a long time since Winarsih hasn't seen Dean. It seems like ever since his employer's son saw him coming home with Utomo, Dean was giving him some space.

It all felt confusing to Winarsih. She's just a maid, and the unfortunate incident that happened to her a month ago hasn't changed anything in Dean's life.

Winarsih has tried sincerely and accepting everything that happened is part of the destiny that must be lived.

All that strengthened him were the shadows of his mother and sister waiting in the village.

He could not understand Dean's sometimes jealous attitude when he saw him with Utomo or even his attention that Winarsih considered too excessive for a maid like him.

At first Winarsih thought everything Dean did was a form of guilt. But the last time the man suddenly kissed her, Winarsih caught something different in Dean's eyes.

That night, Winarsih was like catching a flash of sadness that he had not understood.

I don't know. A month ago, Winarsih could be careless if asked to prepare food for his employer's child.

Back then, to him Dean was as terrifying as a ghost.

But now, even though Dean had hurt her, taken the most precious thing from her, and said plainly that he could promise nothing for her, he was eager to see Dean even if it was a short course.

That day, since the afternoon Winarsih felt that there was something different about him. He felt his body feel like a cheer. His stomach felt like he had been without food for days.

He went to the kitchen twice to find something to eat.

Although in his heart, he also felt worried if Mbah too often saw him open the refrigerator. Although the actual food stock in the house was always abundant, Winarsih was still worried about being labeled as a greedy village person.

After dinner at 8, he went back to his room. Trying to lie down for a while actually makes his veins more painful.

Winarsih suddenly remembered the paper bag Dean had given him that had not been opened.

He took out a glossy black paper bag with a bright pink writing from his closet.

Slowly Winarsih opened a simple knotted black ribbon. After removing the contents of the paper bag, his mouth half agape.

How could Dean think of giving her underwear.

One by one Winarsih lined up 6 sets of underwear with the same model and different colors on the bed.

"Beautiful," muttered Winarsih touching one of the red-colored bras with a small ribbon on her shoulder.

Shortly thereafter, Winarsih had removed his negligee and immediately put on a set of heart-red underwear that turned out to be very fitting in his body.

Her eyes looked in awe and satisfaction as she looked at her beautiful chest wrapped perfectly in a bra that seemed to look very expensive.

Feeling sure to use one of them that night, Winarsih put the rest back in the paper bag and put it on the bed.

And now he is back lying down holding his stomach that feels sore while looking at the wall clock.

Tonight he plans to go back to the kitchen to make something to prop his stomach up.

And when he saw that the clock was already showing a safe time to go back to the kitchen because all the residents of the house were asleep, he was instead startled by Dean who suddenly stood behind him.

The man appeared still in full clothes from the office.

That night, despite looking very tired, Dean was still very handsome with a gray shirt and black pants hanging from his ankles.

Not lost his surprise earlier, the man said that he would cook for Winarsih.

Repeatedly refused, but Dean managed to sit him on a high bench to watch him cook.

I don't know what that means. But clearly, Winarsih had not been able to take her eyes off Dean since the man started rolling up his sleeves.

With a few strands of his hair falling to his forehead, as well as long flat fingers that took pains to slice through onions, Dean looked incredible.

Winarsih's gaze instantly dimmed. Dean, who was standing across from the high kitchen table, felt very close but also felt very far away at the same time.

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Not a piety but if the women in the city alone could be so adoring, Dean felt almost sure that his charm would also reach Winarsih.

Dean clenched his lips so as not to smile while peeling the onion because many times his finger slipped on the surface of the slippery onion skin.

Several times Winarsih seemed to be about to get up from her seat intending to help or even prevent her from cooking, but Dean insisted that the woman remain seated casually waiting for him.

Inwardly, he desperately laughed at his own stupidity that was now in the kitchen trying to cook a bowl of instant noodles for the sick-looking Winarsih.

Inside his head he once again underlined, lopsided and thickened the words 'just for the sake of exuding charm to his aides'.

Though because it was tired all day in the office and a while ago faced Disty, Dean had aspired to sleep.

Now he is experimenting on Winarsih's food menu.

So impatient to peel the thin onion skin, Dean even more and more throw the outside. As a result, the onion was quite large, now so mini-sized.

When the onion was finished slicing, Dean cut the cayenne pepper into pieces. After some time that feels very long, it turns out to be a reliable chef is also fascinating is very difficult.

With great difficulty, the bowl of instant noodles that was still steaming, was now already inside the bowl.

Dean approached Winarsih and placed a bowl of noodles with smoke still billowing before the woman.

Winarsih took a spoon from Dean's hand then started scooping noodles from the bowl.

"Oh yes, drink it! A moment." Dean then got up again looking for a glass then went to the corner of the kitchen where a dispenser stood.

"Okay, now try tasting. Good or not?" asked Dean enthusiastically.

After scooping a lump of noodles, blowing it for a moment and putting it in his mouth, Winarsih was seen nodding.

"It's delicious, right?" ask Dean again.

"Enak sir, the instant noodles already have the fuel. If it is not good, it means we are wrong," replied Winarsih chuckling.

For the first time, Dean saw Winarsih's first smile addressed to him. His heart melted to formless.

The woman, who a month ago was trying to avoid being hurt, can now smile in front of her.

"You sick?" dean asked again as he watched Winarsih's face which he had seen pale.

"No sir, I'm just a laper. These few days eating me seems like a lot. I was afraid Mbah was angry," said Winarsih as he was.

"Whoever works in this house must not go hungry. If you want to eat, eat" replied Dean.

Winarsih nodded then went back to eating the rest of the noodles in her bowl.

"It looks like it's bad, huh? I'm in all the chillies you put in there." Dean pointed at the table.

"Yeah, I want to eat something bad. Do you want to try?" ask Winarsih unexpectedly.

"May," replied Dean.

Hearing Dean's reply, Winarsih was about to get up in search of a spoon.

But then Dean's left hand quickly clasped Winarsih's right hand with the spoon filled with noodles and put it in his mouth.

Winarsih just stared.

"Huh-hah.this is very painful," Dean erang then with the origin of taking a glass of water Winarsih and downing it until it runs out.

"That's too spicy, be careful of your stomach ache" Dean said as he got up to pick up the glass and walked back to the dispenser.

It was past midnight, Winarsih just finished washing all the kitchen utensils used.

Dean was still sitting on a high bench with a glass in hand and his gaze could not be separated from Winarsih.

The later the night, the higher the delusion goes everywhere. Winarsih's body that runs to and fro in the kitchen using a negligee also aggravates Dean's brain working system.

"It's over, sir. I want a break." Winarsih's words suddenly awaken Dean from the daydream.

"I drove to your room, the pool lights went out. It's so dark outside." Dean's reasoning sounds pretty awkward.

For a high-walled house that is towering and guarded by a 1x24-hour security guard, Dean should be able to find a better reason.

After closing the main kitchen door, Dean drove Winarsih to his room that was really close. Dean was a little sorry why Winarsih's room had to be that close to the kitchen.

Not until 3 minutes, Winarsih has been in front of the door of his room.

"Thank you sir, I'm going in first." The woman opened the door of her room which turned out to be unlocked.

"Win...." Dean's feet took a step forward to the front door of the room.

"Yes sir?" Winarsih turned his head back, his left hand was still in the handle of the room door that had been half open.

Dean's gaze swept across the contents of his maid's room for a moment. And he saw a paper bag containing clothes in his gift lying on the bed.

Curiosity tickled him for a moment. Is Winarsih wearing one of her everyday lingerie?

If so, what color is it wearing?

No need to think twice more, Dean's left hand pulled Winarsih's right arm and placed the woman's body on her chest.

Dean ducked back to kiss Winarsih. A few seconds long, she still kissed Winarsih's lips that were completely motionless for her. Dean began to loosen his grip on the woman's arm. Worried that Winarsih will be traumatized by coercion.

In Dean's heart he cursed himself for not being able to resist his slightest desire. But just as he was about to let go of his kiss, Winarsih's lips slowly opened and began to move to greet him.

Dean who felt he had a reply put his left hand behind the woman's neck. And his right hand gently touched Winarsih's stomach and rose up to the ribs.

Recalling his curiosity with the color of Winarsih's underwear, Dean's right hand began to rise to the maid's neck.

And once the movement rubbed the woman's shoulders, the negligee worn by Winarsih shifted to show a small red ribbon of heart perched on the woman's shoulders which was yellow.

There's a part of Dean that's asking him.

Can you one more time?

The To Be Continued.....

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