LOVE WINARSIH

31. Create Memories

Dean felt both of Winarsih's hands coiling around his waist hesitating. The woman's hand was clasping both sides of her shirt.

Dean swept his lips from under the ear to the jawline framing Winarsih's face as his hands stroked and flicked the woman's hair.

Winarsih did not fully react, just stood as resigned to what he would do next.

Dean couldn't have urged the woman to tell him much. Although Dean is eager to ask rude and direct questions like he has often done to people.

Because who is Winarsih like this? She or Utomo's the woman's lover? Did Winarsih meet her lover?

If Winarsih is like this because of him, why is that woman just silent? However, if Winarsih said it was because of his deeds, what could he do?

Did Winarsih silently accept her kiss for fear? Because this woman feels she's an employee here?

Thousands of questions without answers flashed through his head.

Dean continued to land his light and gentle kiss. He could feel the fresh scent of shampoo coming out from Winarsih's hair.

Upon arriving at the woman's lips, Dean rubbed his chin and cupped his hands on Winarsih's cheeks.

And immediately hundreds of Dean's thoughts were lost evaporating along with his lips that continued to sip Winarsih's lips. His left hand was already at Winarsih's waist to continue to paste and had no distance.

Dean's fingers could feel Winarsih's hips behind his thin negligee. Dean had forgotten his true purpose for coming to Winarsih that night.

The soft object that was now pressing gently on his chest caused a deep sense of curiosity. Like a magnet, his right hand went there. Down the stomach and up to the limit of the object that tonight is like being released without his restraint.

Dean's kiss became slightly vibrating as his hand felt a soft object behind the thin cloth. As the tip of his thumb found the crest and stroked it gently, Dean felt the rest of his body come to hold him accountable.

Dean flinched consciously and released the thing he was most interested in. If he treated Winarsih like this, he would even more harass the woman.

Dean let go of his embrace and looked at Winarsih from the tip of his foot to the eyes that were staring dimly at him. He then held the two shoulders of the woman like a father advising his son.

"I'm sorry once again. I lied if I didn't want to. Because I just realized that same thing as you. I never knew how it felt until I.... So every time you squirm, the thought of repeating it is always there. But, if next time it's there, I'd like to do it right." Dean's words sounded very soft.

He wanted to make Winarsih trust him again and feel safe every time they were close together. Winarsih just silently looked at him like she was amazed by the words just now.

"Everytime we come home from work, we eat together. Wait for me," Dean said, releasing his grip on Winarsih's body.

That night he left Winarsih's room almost at two in the morning.

*******

As Dean left his room that night, Winarsih realized one new thing that astonished him. Being around Dean made him feel comfortable. A month or so ago, Dean was a scourge for him.

And the next two weeks were the most beautiful days for Winarsih. Every night with a tired but cheerful face, Dean always appears at the door of his room with a tent with a lot of food.

Winarsih spent the meal with Dean, listening to the man tell him about his long-understood work.

Dean also mentioned Genk Duda Akut. The name of a strange genk consists of Dean and his three male friends.

Winarsih lately so often laugh because of Dean's funny stories. But not infrequently also Dean tells about his loneliness during the teen years who told more with Mbah than his mother.

Once in a while Dean asked about his life in the village, how they make a living, and what he does when he's home.

Dean's questions, which were actually intimidating but very softly asked by the man, also opened one by one the story about the Winarsih family.

Maybe Dean's ability this one is related to the profession that is a lawyer.

Including when Dean asked a lot about his sister who suffered from Down syndrome. What are the abilities of Yanto and how the teenage boy passed his days. Dean listened with great enthusiasm as he occasionally rubbed the back of his hand. That's how Dean got him comfortable telling stories.

Even so, not once did Dean mention the name Utomo. Maybe Dean would not remember the incident where he several times yelled at his ex-girlfriend.

The night before, Winarsih felt very hungry even though she had just had dinner. He has accepted and accepted what happened to his body.

He just wanted, something that was developing in his stomach was to stay healthy and not lack. The salary money he saved began to erode little by little because lately he so often snack outside.

At 8 pm he gave permission to Mbah to go to the intersection to see some street vendors wagon that used to run there.

When he was almost at the intersection, Dean's car suddenly lined him from the side of the road. Dean, who arrived earlier that day from the office, saw him walking along the sidewalk.

A while later, he was already in the man's car because they were going to go eat somewhere not far from there.

When they went down and saw the place they came to, Winarsih was amazed to see a place that had a foreign name, Pot Que No.

The home-style bar with a fairly hidden location feels very calm. The dark decoration of the walls and floors and the colorful furniture look very contrasting and beautiful.

Winarsih, dressed only in her usual modest attire, stood dumbly staring around the bar before Dean led her to a table with chairs facing each other.

"I'll teach you how to eat properly" Dean said with a smile.

Winarsih looked at the man with an inexhaustible sense of admiration. Dean who was handsome and looked very elegant and classy in his eyes, was not ashamed to hold his hand which was only wearing a barely faded colored clothes and a pair of cheap sandals.

That night, Dean taught him how to use different kinds of spoons, forks and knives for different dishes.

Every time he finished talking to the man, Winarsih felt like he was getting smarter.

*******

Dean tried to keep his promise to Winarsih and for a moment forgot about Disty who continued to terrorize him.

The thought of meeting the woman every night makes the days that feel tiring in the office and outside not so felt.

He became a new habit of looking around the name of the restaurant and the menu that he considered Winarsih should taste. Dean was very happy with his new routine.

Slowly he began to understand Winarsih who seemed not to say much. Winarsih prefers to be a listener and digest everything she says as best she can.

Basically Winarsih is a smart woman with all actions measured. The woman easily understood what she said. And if he doesn't understand, the woman won't hesitate to ask him.

Dean also felt excited to teach Winarsih new things because the woman always responded with sparkling eyes.

With Winarsih, it makes Dean feel needed.

Dean even taught Winarsih to use his phone. Hours explaining about the use of the internet to him, also about how to send a short message.

Because of that Dean then changed the name Disty on the phone to the name of a man. Dean did not want to when the phone was in front of Winarsih, a name with a heart emoticon repeatedly appeared on his screen.

If asked about Dean's wishes every night when driving the maid to the room, of course, his desire never subsided.

But he promised not to make Winarsih like a despised woman. Although sometimes Dean could not help himself to kiss and touch Winarsih's body which he considered increasingly contained.

It has been a month more they like dating a variety of culinary tours. Dean ignored Utomo's arrival several times to meet Winarsih. He did not want to discuss it with the woman because he felt he did not have any rights. After all, Winarsih also never talked about it.

Let it be something that Winarsih keeps, until the woman feels the need to tell him one day. Someday Dean won't know if it'll ever come.

That night Winarsih had been sitting on a long bench of Madurese satay cart builders who hung out at the intersection of his home road.

"It's very fragrant" said Dean when he arrived after parking his car on the shoulder of the road.

Winarsih just smiled welcoming his arrival. And that smile made her tiredness disappear instantly.

"Udah pesen?" ask Dean.

"Not yet, I am still waiting for Mr. Dateng," replied Winarsih.

"Okay, how are you pesen?" ask Dean.

"I mean Sir?" Winarsih raised her eyebrows "I pesen sate regular kayak."

"That's no special order? The lontong? His ketchup? A lot of fried onions or what?" ask Dean again.

"Full complete satay as always, I love everything sir." Winarsih.

Dean who saw Winarsih smiled with his cheek that contained being laughed.

Accustomed to hearing Disty ordered satay with a series of words, chopped rice sauce, sweet soy sauce and fried onions are abundant and satay that must be cooked but not to charred, made Dean breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Winarsih's order just now.

He felt that half the problems of his life would be easily resolved if he lived with this woman next to him. His father was right again.

As they ate, Dean was eager for the woman to occasionally lean on him like the other couples he saw.

Winarsih is very young. He should have been more spoiled for Dean given his age.

Dean glanced at a woman sitting across from them with her boyfriend. The woman was seen kissing her lover's arm several times. Norak. But Dean wants something as tacky as that once in a while.

It wasn't until 10 p.m., they had arrived on the left wing of the house and Dean had parked his car.

Shortly before Winarsih came down with a pack of satay that Dean forced him to carry earlier, Dean was able to hold the woman to not go down immediately.

Dean had invited Winarsih to gossip about the relationship of Mr. Lutfi and Tina to buy time to be with the woman longer.

Finally, Dean who felt he had become a cunning and lowly man, managed to kiss his maid again.

He made Winarsih not struggling to lean on the car seat with both hands that just drooped resignedly on his right-hand side. Dean kissed the woman repeatedly. Even his hand accidentally squeezed gently into Winarsih's chest many times.

Dean now felt like he was almost like Utomo he had seen in front of the door. Embarrassing but also unavoidable.

With an expanding smile she entered through the main kitchen door to head towards the large circular staircase and towards her room.

"Where are you from?" shouted Bu Amalia who was walking from the family room.

"From the office, why Ma? How angry is that?"

"From what office? That woman just called your mom. He said he went to your office but you came home. He's been calling a lot of times but you've ignored him. You really want what Dean? Mama's distracted with the woman," beaver Miss Amalia.

"Dean's busy Ma...."

"Busy what? Busy dodging? You realize that, anyway? You're just stalling for time. When are you gonna get?"

"Dean is still looking for something Ma, Mama just wait a little. Dean must have brought something to prove Dean's not wrong. Disty has a goal that Dean can't figure out yet. Mama's patient" Dean told Amalia.

"Patience until when? Until your papa finds out about that woman who threatened mama will spread your perverted video?" yelled Miss Amalia.

"What video is Ma? Whose perverted video did Mama mean? Dean's video? Same girl as that? Who threatened my mother? Dean's girlfriend?" Suddenly the voice of the newly arrived Mr. Hartono still in full batik clothes and holding a mobile phone rang out between them.

Miss Amalia and Dean paled. Didn't expect that the old man they were most disinclined about would show up earlier than usual.

"Who wants to explain to you? The mama? Dean's? What's the matter?" Mr. Hartono looked at them in turn.

"Not Pa, that's not it. Dean was slow. Papa sit down first." Dean's approaching Mr. Hartono.

"I've reminded you so many times about that woman! You never talk about papa! You are selfish and always feel alone can make your problem, in fact even make the problem even bigger!!" shouted Mr. Hartono.

Dean held onto his papa's shoulder, but the old man dismissed his hand and held his head.

"Oh-oh," cried Mr. Hartono holding his head. Her face flushed.

Amalia came to her husband.

"Pa! Pa! Irmaaan!!! Ohhhhoo!!! Irmaaaannn" cried Bu Amalia calling for Mr. Hartono's aide and personal assistant.

Dean tried to lift the body of Mr. Hartono who had collapsed in his arms.

The To Be Continued.....

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