LOVE WINARSIH

33. Gossiping

Utomo was languidly leaning on the porch pole of his company employees while hugging a guitar.

Although his voice could not be said to be good, but Utomo had sung almost half a dozen songs without anyone protesting.

That night, wearing a laundry detergent gift shirt and a sarong that extended to the ankles, Utomo again daydreamed.

"Win... My fault is it you? When you get to Jakarta you change, I want to be your husband Winarsih." muttered Utomo.

"Who? Have you broken up with Winarsih?" suddenly Jaka's voice appeared from inside the house. Utomo almost strayed from the bench he was sitting on in shock.

"You just want to get in" concluded Utomo.

"Seriously, I'm nanya. Are you not the same as Winarsih anymore? How can it be?" The curious Jaka sat on the wall of the house that was as tall as an adult.

"Yes, it's not the same Winarsih anymore. I was suddenly cut off. Don't know why. Winarsih just said I deserve better than him" replied Utomo lethargic.

"Diputusin because you're too good? So how does he want it? Same criminal courtship? Lah women now kok ya strange-ja want," sulkan Jaka who was also upset to hear the speech of his best friend.

"Don't know what that means? But Winarsih has changed a lot now. It's less cherry. If I call the answer is only as makeshift and short as the provider operator," Utomo explained.

"So you want piye Ut? In this world, it is not just Winarsih women. Especially now that you are in college. Bachelorette. It could be a permanent officer. Department upgrade. Women are prettier and more beautiful than him you can certainly get," Jaka nagged his close friend who still put on a languid face.

"But I want the same Winarsih" wailed Utomo.

"But his Winarsih does not want to be with you," replied Jaka.

"I love him Jak,"

"Or just curious? Yes, it's up to you to ask. Karepmu. Eh but is Winarsih any other man's smitten? Fellow employee at Mr. Hartono's house maybe? His staff is many. Or his son Mr Hartono? The famous lawyer. The handsome is already famous always make women on call,"

Jaka's words instead comforted Utomo but instead made the man appear to suffer even more.

"No way, there's no employee as handsome as me there!" sergeant Utomo is confident.

"If so, the son of his master!" serang Jaka sure.

"Ah if that's not possible either. It is impossible if the rich and handsome man like you said earlier, but the toy is the same Winarsih," replied Utomo firmly.

"Well, Winarsih is also beautiful! The body is good, although the villagers but the skin is smooth white," said Jaka laughed.

"I guess you've been watching my boyfriend all this time, too" Utomo accused.

"That's my observation and research Ut, don't want to be like a mask!" spray Jaka on Utomo while standing.

"Yowes, I'm going to bed. You're here just upset," Jaka went into the house leaving Utomo.

"Tomorrow the night I come to Winarsih again!" utomo shouted at Jaka who had disappeared behind the door.

"Yo sak karepmu. Wong I'm not his father!" yelled Jaka who apparently still heard the words of Utomo just now.

*******

"Win, you can read and write, right?" asked Mr. Hartono to Winarsih who was standing next to him.

"Can Sir."

"Fika my assistant, is away taking files at the ministry office. Irman was also going to check on something. Other than them, I can't trust anyone outside of my family members. So I hope I can trust you," Mr. Hartono told Winarsih who stood straight next to him with both hands in front.

"Okay sir, hopefully I can do it as you expect" replied Winarsih.

Hearing his maid's reply, Mr. Hartono nodded happily.

"This is some corporate file stack. The company's sale and purchase transaction for the last five years. Now I write down some of the company names I asked you to look for in that pile. One by one, you have to be careful. Circle with red ink if you find it," ordered Mr. Hartono as he wrote three company names along with the names of several people on a blank piece of paper.

"Well, this is the name of the company. These are the names of his people. To put it simply, we have to find out since when the name of the company did the transaction with my company. Well, if you have met the name of the company, what is the name of the person who transacted at that time, you circle. Do you understand Win? Your guide is just that paper. Let you understand better" explained Mr. Hartono at length.

"Good Sir. I understand," Winarsih said.

"Yes, you're sitting at the corner desk, because that's a lot, if you're tired you can stop and rest."

"Yes sir," replied Winarsih a sign of understanding.

Then the woman went to bring a file to the desk in the corner of the room.

Winarsih did the order of Mr. Hartono diligently starting from the end of lunch hour. By late afternoon, the woman had gone to her room to rest.

Winarsih who has not confirmed the pregnancy, has begun to feel easily tired lately.

His waist would hurt if he stood or sat too long. Slowly his clothes began to cramp.

Even the skirt that is often used, must be lowered to the limit of the hips so as not to press too much on his stomach that feels stifling.

During the day, his eyes felt very sleepy. Winarsih is not the type of person who has used his time during the day to sleep.

While doing the task that Mr. Hartono gave earlier, many times his head staggered forward. He almost fell asleep on the paper he was examining.

So when in the afternoon he could say goodbye to Mr. Hartono, Winarsih immediately threw himself on the bed. Within minutes he fell asleep.

*******

That day Dean arrived early at home. Since the trip, he can't wait to see Mr. Hartono in his study.

Of course, impatient was not without reason.although meeting Mr. Hartono later he had to bring various files requested by his father, his hope to be able to meet Winarsih in the workspace was very large.

Dean began to imagine himself and Winarsih had romance like a boss and secretary in the room.

Scenes like touching each other while being busy working flashed across his head many times. Dean was smiling flirtatiously because of that thought.

But when he arrives at the study, Dean finds only his father with Fika, his assistant.

Unaware Dean spontaneously asked, "Winarsihnya where Pa?"

Mr. Hartono and Fika who were looking down at the papers on the table looked up in wonder at Dean.

"This is papa De's workspace, not the kitchen. Tumben really you enter here which you asked directly Winarsih instead of papa. Where's the file you asked to put here. You go to the kitchen there if you want to find Winarsih." Mr. Hartono chuckled.

Fika who heard what Mr. Hartono said just smiled.

Dean walked up to his father's desk and put two maps in front of Mr. Hartono with a flat face. He didn't expect his Papa's answer to be like that.

"Yes, Dean went to the room first. Sultry, take a shower. Later finish dinner Dean here again," he said while leaving Mr. Hartono.

His father simply replied "Hmmm" without looking.

Although he said he would go straight to the room, Dean became curious where Winarsih went.

He could not ask his father. Whether Winarsih had been in the workspace or not at all.

Dean finally decided to go down and head for the kitchen. His feet continued to step past the clean kitchen towards the three steps that descended into the dirty kitchen.

He saw no one in the main kitchen. But when his steps turned around about to leave the kitchen Dean caught a voice that was mentioning Winarsih's name.

The sound came from the employee's dining room located behind a wall without a door. In the room there are also two rooms where Mbah and Tina rest.

Dean heard the voice of a man who was asking, he recognized the voice as Mr. Lutfi, one of their guards.

"Winarsih where's Tin?" asked Mr. Lutfi who seemed to be addressed to Tina.

"Sleeping like. From this afternoon in Mr. Hartono's study. I think Winarsih is tired lately," replied Tina.

"Isn't it because she's been hanging out the other night with her boyfriend?" asked Mr. Lutfi with a mouth that was like chewing.

Dean drew closer his steps to the walls of the officer's dining room and main kitchen. Now Dean is eavesdropping on his house employees who are gossiping. Little Dean confirmed what Ms Amalia had always said.

It would be very dangerous if the employees in the house knew a little of the personal affairs that were being experienced by his employer. The employees in the house always go outside and meet different people every day.

Every story they hear, be it a piece or a whole, has great potential to get to the ears of others in a version that may be much different.

"Indeed Winarsih often wander the night?" Tina's voice clearly asked.

"Yes, her boyfriend often comes. Sometimes just chatting near the security guard post, sometimes you go out on foot. Even lately Winarsih often come out alone. I really long suspected to see the changes of Winarsih. His body is loh," nyinyir Pak Lutfi who increasingly look like the mothers of the head of arisan.

"Don't your mind be the same as mine. Winarsih's pregnant, right? Young pregnant is like that. His stomach is not yet so smooth, but his body has grown. I've had children this experience if you look at the characteristics of pregnant women," Tina explained to Mr. Lutfi.

"Yes, that's what you said. Maybe in the village he is not free to date. It's not like in the city even kebablasan. Winarsih is beautiful, her body is.... Where might his girlfriend hold."

"Your eyes are men, they are all the same" said Mba Tina.

"The name of the pregnancy "can't be hidden. People will know for a long time too. What is he waiting for? Waiting for her stomach to collapse on its own? Can pimples deflate on their own? Yes ask to marry dong with his girlfriend."

A moment Dean's chest rumbled to hear Winarsih being made into gossip by his fellow colleagues. Dean was still standing behind the wall of the room thinking. He only knew that if every Winarsih had gone out alone lately, it would have been with him.

If Winarsih is pregnant? Whose kid is that? Why did Winarsih never say anything to him? If it was her lover's son, why would Winarsih never refuse to go with her?

His mood suddenly turned bad. There was a tuck of resentment in his heart because Winarsih still accepted the arrival of his girlfriend even though Dean was often with him. But realizing that he was indeed a nobody to Winarsih, Dean became increasingly upset.

"Brach!!!" Dean's pounding hard.

The sound of chairs and tables sliding and clashing sounded from the employee's dining room.

With both hands in his pockets and his clothes still complete with a suit and tie still neatly attached, Dean stepped his feet into the staff dining room.

"Again to what?" dean asked with a flat face that had become his trademark.

"Just finished eating sir, have a little chat" replied Mr. Lutfi got up from his seat and confirmed the position of the chair.

Tina looked piled up the dirty dishes of the former side dishes.

"Who's the security guard up ahead?" ask Dean again.

"There's Rojak kok Pak who is guard," replied Mr. Lutfi who felt innocent because he did not leave the security guard post empty.

"Ooo, if that's what you wash my two cars in the back parking lot. There's a front post where Rojak is on guard" Dean ordered.

"Well Sir...." Mr. Lutfi immediately turned around looking for the exit. If at that time he could break through the wall, he would definitely do so to immediately escape from Dean.

"Tin, since Winarsih is helping you in the study, please don't drive him to the kitchen. No washing dishes either. Anyway Winarsih can not go to the kitchen at all. It was a direct message to me, papa" Dean told Tina, who stood down holding a table cloth.

"Alright sir," Tina replied nodding.

Dean walked out of the officer's dining room with a haunted face.

The suit complete with the color of the choice he wore earlier to amaze Winarsih turned out to instead end up as a suit to punish his employees who gossip. It felt like he went straight to Winarsih and asked right then and there.

But Dean wouldn't bother the woman he said was pregnant to rest. Whether it's his son or not. Dean felt sorry for Winarsih who had just been gossiped about.

Poor fellow? Again Dean realized that he was using the word pity for a woman. Remember what her mother said. Dean should be able to distinguish what is called love or just pity.

Later that night he could meet Winarsih in his Papa's office. Dean would observe the woman's body more closely as he had heard in the kitchen earlier.

The To Be Continued.....

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