LOVE WINARSIH

30. Hugged Me

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Backsound: NAFF - Not As Beautiful as Love Should Be.

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Winarsih was still lying in her room waiting at 11 p.m. Actually tonight she doesn't want to eat instant noodles anymore. But the satay man who used to hang out at the crossroads today closed. At 8pm last Winarsih returned home feeling disappointed after traveling 200 meters back and forth.

At this hour, his stomach is hungry again. Realizing that frequent eating of instant noodles is not healthy, Winarsih intends to change the menu. Tonight he plans to cook an egg capcay instead.

In the deepest corner of his heart, tucked away Dean's hope of going home and into the kitchen while he was cooking. He'd be happy if Dean would eat his cooking. The man was rarely present for dinner at home.

Winarsih several times tried to cross the main kitchen whose door was open. But seeing Tina and Mr. Lutfi who looked engrossed in conversation made him stop using the kitchen.

He returned to the room with a blank face and laid his body on the bed.

Now that his breathing was so tight, every day lingerie Dean bought felt even more claustrophobic. Is that just his feeling?

Winarsih Room has a width of 3 meters and a length of 4 meters. A 3-door black cabinet is located extending in the right corner with the distance of the closet door that is no more than 60 Cent to the edge of the bed.

Because of that, Winarsih could never open the closet door perfectly.

On the left side of the room there is a classic wooden dresser with the same color as the closet. Colored wooden benches are in tune with beige pads lying underneath. A wall clock hung directly above the door.

On the dresser was a yellow sleeping lamp. Three tablespoons were placed on two stacked plates, as well as a large water bottle with a plastic cup.

While the beauty products and body care, all put in the drawer. Here is a wallet and an agenda that he often writes about.

It was almost midnight, Winarsih's eyes were sleepy but hungry in her stomach was getting worse. Although he turned off the room lights and turned on the sleeping lights, he could not sleep.

Before lying down and pulling his blanket to the waistline, Winarsih had removed the second bra she had given Dean that afternoon. She is now ready to sleep in her favorite uniform. A negligee.

His eyes closed, but his mind floated around imagining boiled cassava with brown sugar, tiwul, gatot and colorful giteuk that he used to buy in the market.

"Mother-made fried chicken is also delicious," muttered Winarsih with eyes closed.

"Mom, Winar kangen. What are you and Yanto again?" lirih Winarsih hugging bolting yes.

"Mom.... Winar's afraid. If this is true, what should Winar do?" winarsih's voice choked. A small drop of her tears flowed down the roll then disappeared rapidly there. And his stomach is back.

Worried that he would continue to cry if he remembered his family, Winarsih got up to the window and opened a little curtain to peek outside.

Darkened. The security guard turned off all the bright lights and as usual left some yellow lights that radiated warm.

Winarsih decided to go out for a while to breathe the night air from her bedroom doorstep. But when just a moment wearing his sandals, Winarsih's stomach churned again.

His heart again felt like it was pierced. For a moment he was about to take out everything he had eaten. But when she lowered her head following the push from her stomach, Winarsih came back just spitting. Nothing comes out.

His eyes had already turned red because he had been suffocating several times. He straightened his body and breathed deeply many times.

"You haven't slept?" dean's voice that always appeared past midnight again sounded behind him.

Winarsih turned her head without turning her body towards the man. He realized that he had removed his bra a moment ago.

"Not yet sir," he replied still not facing Dean.

Obviously Dean would be prejudiced if he suddenly ran inside. And considering the light there is very minimal, Winarsih can still feel relieved. Dean wouldn't pay much attention to it.

"You still sick?" ask Dean again.

"No sir, I'm not sick anyway" Winarsih replied awkwardly.

"Win, come!" Dean pulled Winarsih's arm then opened the door of her room and dragged her inside.

"You're the laper, right? I brought this for you." Deftly Dean placed his package on the Winarsih dressing table which was located to extend until one side was attached to the bottom of the bed.

"You sit there." Dean pointed to the edge of the bed closest to the dresser.

Then deftly the man pulled a small stool under the table and sat down while taking out all the contents of the package he was carrying.

"Where's the father from?" ask Winarsih.

"I've just met my deketeers from High School. We all regularly meet once a month to just hang out-hanging," replied Dean with a smile then his hand took a plate a spoon not far from him.

"You eat first" Dean ordered. "It's delicious, you'll like it" the man continued, thrusting a box of food and a spoon toward Winarsih.

Winarsih, who was very hungry, took the spoon from Dean's hand and started cutting food with the tip of the spoon.

Seeing the difficulty of using a spoon, Dean took another spoon and helped him cut the chicken into small shapes.

"Here, cobain." Dean scooped a mouthful towards Winarsih.

Needless to be asked a second time, he opened his mouth to accept Dean's bribe. Eyes warming. His heart was suddenly engulfed in grief due to the overwhelming attention of the man before him.

Winarsih lowered her head to chew her food while busying the spoon in her hand by flipping through the pieces of chicken.

Her tears are already crammed. Her employer's son, who may have planted a seed in her womb, is another female fiancee.

Tight chest. He felt he had no right to ruin Dean's happiness by interrupting in the middle like a woman taking advantage of circumstances.

If it was true, he would have to leave without any fuss. He doesn't want Dean to be ashamed of him.

Winarsih quickly stuffed another mouthful into her mouth to the brim so she didn't have time to cry. His tears that had been expanding had now fallen down.

"You cry? You sick Win?" dean asked as he rubbed his left arm gently.

"No sir, I'm just grinning. The food you brought was delicious. I have never eaten anything so good" replied Winarsih sobbing as she wiped her tears.

"I'm sorry, Win .... I'm sorry," whispered Dean.

Winarsih was silent. Devouring all the food proffered to him greedily. His heart ached like it was stabbed.

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What else should he do? I think just saying sorry is never enough. Even Winarsih did not understand his words. Dean got all wrong.

Winarsih must have kept something she couldn't tell anyone else. Although the light of the woman's room light was dim, Dean could see the woman's eyes that were glistening due to the tears that welled up.

"Are you sure nobody wants to say anything to me?" dean asked gently as he rubbed Winarsih's folded left arm on the table.

Winarsih shook her head without looking at her. Dean's hand then rose onto the woman's face and wiped the tears that looked to be glittering under the light of the lamp.

"If you're sure no one wants you to take it to me, I can only promise you from tonight I won't let you eat alone in the middle of the mall," Dean said.

"You're horrifying, aren't you?" dean asked to make sure Winarsih understood.

The woman in front of him nodded slowly several times still with her mouth full and tears still flowing.

"I will keep trying to keep you, until I can't anymore" continued Dean.

After Winarsih finished eating and sipped a full glass of water. Dean put all the food packaging waste into his plastic back and put it near the door.

Dean clasped Winarsih's hand to get her up. And as the woman stood in front of him facing the light of the lamp, Dean stared at something different behind the body wrapped in the negligee.

Dean pulled Winarsih until the woman stuck to her body. And he felt something he was thinking just now.

"Win...."

Winarsih looked up at him.

"I just wanted to make sure of something" said Dean, who began to feel his chest rumble.

"What's that?" tanya Winarsih rounded the eyes that made Dean even more anxious.

"You can close your face or even throw up if you're disgusted at me."

"Eh? Meaning Sir?" winarsih's question was never answered again by Dean.

Dean placed both of Winarsih's hands around her waist.

"Hug me Win" whispered Dean before sweeping his lips down Winarsih's left ear.

The To Be Continued.....