LOVE WINARSIH

32. Assistant Candidate Pak Hartono

Mr. Hartono had a stroke. That night Dean drove a car like a madman through the streets of Jakarta to take the man he loved to the hospital.

His face was hardened with guilt. In the confusion when he wanted to go to the hospital, Irman; aide Pak Hartono instead sat in the back seat holding his superior.

Fika his papa assistant, sat in the front seat with a tight face while occasionally looking back.

Amalia's mother who kept crying went to follow their car with Mr. Noto.

Bad thoughts about his papa flashed through Dean's head. It must be how much he bears the guilt if anything happens to Mr. Hartono.

Until arriving at the hospital, flashes of questions about the history of papa disease like passing by.

His eyes continued to pound on the weakly drooping Mr. Hartono.

Fortunately Fika answered and solved all the questions asked by the doctor that night very well.

Irman the adjutant also deftly memapah Bu Amalia who also limp because of seeing her husband had a stroke.

Dean was asked to stay away from the patient's bed because his presence there was disturbing.

He stepped foot onto a long iron bench located not far from the closed curtain.

Mr. Hartono has not regained consciousness.

What should he tell his father?

"Sir Dean." Mr. Hartono's assistant Fika's voice surprised him.

"Yes Fik?" Dean looked up, Fika then sat down next to him.

"The father company in Kalimantan has a problem. Maybe you think that until mixed with his business to Mr. Dean," said Fika while occasionally looking at the curtain where Mr. Hartono was undergoing examination.

"What is Fik's problem?" dean asked excitedly.

"Obias Pak, NGOs who continue to campaign on environmental pollution and companies that pay less attention to the welfare of the surrounding community," explained Fika.

Dean took a deep breath. The problem of his papa company is actually the problem of giant companies that are often handled.

"So what's the development now? How far is the info?" ask Dean again.

"As usual, sir, it looks like it's a competing company that funds the NGOs."

Then Irman came out from behind the curtain.

"Sir Dean, I'm awake." Irman came out so Dean could go in to see his papa. Ms. Amalia was still holding her husband's hand.

"Pa," call Dean.

Mr. Hartono looked at him like he was staring at someone else. Looks like the man's eyes are still not so focused because of the recent stroke.

"His blood pressure is 200 more Dean, you don't talk about a macem" Amalia said on the sidelines of her crying.

"Si-ni" said Mr. Hartono.

Dean came up and sat down next to his papa.

"Find out Dennis Atmaja. Atmaja Group. You can tell Disty-papa stroke. Postpone the woman soon. We-there's wak-tu still," Mr. Hartono said, stammeringly conveying something that Dean had only understood a little.

"Tomorrow Dean find out about the Atmaja Group that you call this. Tomorrow, Dean will find out, right away" replied Dean quickly.

"Well, I don't want to be in hospital. Papa wants to go home. Cared at home. Papa doesn't want to be contacted by reporters. Our situation is not good anymore. Please papa Dean. If papa's estimation is correct, this all has something to do with you."

Dean's heart sagged. What problems have he made now not only impact on his personal life? But also attacking his company and his papa career?

His head throbbed at the thought of the company's problems in Kalimantan. But her heart was a little relieved because she had reason to delay her marriage to Disty. Even if it was only the next two or three months, Dean would not waste that time.

That night Mr. Hartono was immediately taken home with dozens of types of drugs and vitamins to support his health.

A nurse from the hospital was taken home to help with the treatment.

And after two weeks of home treatment with a personal doctor who came every day and two nurses who took turns, Mr. Hartono's health condition has progressed rapidly.

Mr. Hartono asked Fika to return the nurses back to the hospital.

"No need to use nurses from outside Fik, my company's business, does not concern the State. But it can ruin me. I can't believe anyone else coming in. Let one of the house officials help me. Your doctor's schedule will also adjust. It can't come suddenly."

"So who do you trust in going in and out of a room ?" ask Fika patiently.

"Call Winarsih here, call the staff room. Say the same Mbah, I call Winarsih. Call Irman, too. Dean," orders Mr. Hartono.

"Why Watarsih Pa?" ask Ms. Amalia.

"Tina seems to be stronger when it comes to caring for papa," Amalia continued.

"Why? Mama's afraid that papa likes Winarsih? Papa has been in business for decades. Looking at people once, you already know who you can trust. So you don't need to be jealous, Papa has his own reasons for this" said Mr. Hartono.

Ms. Amalia remained silent. She was worried that returning Mr. Hartono's words would be fatal to her husband's health.

Dean appears in his parents' room along with Irman who enters the room.

"She called me?" ask Irman.

"Yes, wait a minute. I am still waiting for Winarsih. Let me talk enough, you all hear me. I'll be tired if I talk back and forth," said Mr. Hartono in a hurry. The old man's breathing still sounded heavy.

Hearing Winarsih's name called his papa, Dean's heart so not relaxed. His eyes immediately look for a good standing or sitting spot to keep it looking attractive from any angle.

Moreover, he does not know about what Mr. Hartono will say. If his papa were to gush back in front of people, after losing face to shame, at least Dean wouldn't lose his good looks.

After looking left and right, Dean decided to sit next to his mother. Parallel to the head of the bed where Mr. Hartono was leaning.

He hoped that when Mr. Hartono spoke without seeing his face, his papa would forget to scold him.

Dean sat restlessly wearing shorts and a t-shirt. The black Nike slippers she wore repeatedly screeched on the floor as her legs endlessly swayed like a tailor.

Irman and Fika stood neatly near the foot of the bed facing the employer.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door. Fika came forward to help open the door.

Seeing so many pairs of eyes were staring at him, Winarsih looked nervous.

That night she wore a yellow top and a bright blue skirt. Winarsih so reminded Dean of the mini market employees. Beautiful mini market staff of course.

But Dean wanted to punch himself because he just thought he thought he was evil just now.

"Mother called me?" ask Winarsih directly to Mr. Hartono.

The woman did not look at Dean at all until Dean had to change the position of her legs to signal the woman that she was sitting there.

"Yes. Sorry Win interrupted your break. Starting tomorrow, you help mom to take care of me. But it doesn't have to be in the kitchen first. I'm healthy, but I need a little help at work" Mr. Hartono told Winarsih.

"I will take a short leave of absence from ministry activities. Meanwhile, I will work from home to take care of the company's shocks in Kalimantan. I need a personal assistant other than you Fik," Mr. Hartono said, referring to his assistant Fika.

Fika nodded deftly.

"These are also efficient women. I love it because he never talks about things in vain. You guys understand what I mean?" said Mr. Hartono while staring at Fika and Irman who were in front of him.

Dean looked at Irman and Fika in turn. The two people who could be said were the confidant of his father who nodded while smiling a sign of understanding.

But then Dean looked at Irman's gaze which stared at Winarsih longer. The man was like he was CT SCAN Winarsih with his eyes from a distance.

Dean was really upset to see it. When Dean was still pouting at Irman, he,

"And for you Dean, don't look for it again with Winarsih. He has nothing wrong with you. If you help papa work from home, you will often meet with him. Don't let him because you're an enemy, he's running away." Mr. Hartono slightly emphasized his voice while talking to Dean.

Dean, who could not see his Papa's face as he sat parallel to the man, simply replied quietly.

"Yes Pa...."

Mr. Hartono sounded satisfied to hear his son's soft answer just now. The old man did not know that his son's eyes were now scanning the body of his new assistant candidate with the sharpest eyes.

Dean was staring at Winarsih's body which is now increasingly visible.

The To Be Continued.....

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