LOVE WINARSIH

37. Pamite

Winarsih had just come out of the bathroom wearing only a towel after cleaning her face and body to immediately change into a sleeping uniform.

Thinking of telling Dean everything just a moment ago, his mind changed.

Winarsih understood what Dean felt when he heard the words of Ms. Amalia earlier. Although he still slightly did not understand Dean's problem with the woman who a few months ago still defended desperately in front of his parents.

Right now, Dean has to put his parents first. If he was in the position of Dean and Mr. Hartono was his father, Winarsih would definitely not need to be asked many times to fulfill the requests of his parents.

And now, he does not want to increase the burden of the good Mr. Hartono by messing with their plan.

Winarsih opened her towel and grabbed a negligee that was still folded on the bed.

Before wearing the negligee, Winarsih sniffed the warm aroma of the newly electrified negligee earlier.

Now Winarsih is happy to peg her innocent body in front of the mirror. His chest, which is round, is now increasingly filled with areolas that begin to widen.

Her gestational age of almost 4 months makes her lower abdomen stand out a little. Every night he rubbed his stomach to feel something tickling inside.

Winarsih then put on a subordinate and passed her head on the batik negligee.

She usually wears a bra while sleeping. But lately Winarsih felt comfortable with his chest that was not squeezed by something while sleeping.

Actually Winarsih liked the moments of working near Mr. Hartono. The old man treated her very well. Firm but not hard.

If his employer finds it difficult to understand difficult words, Mr. Hartono will explain them slowly. Mr. Hartono is teaching him many things.

Sometimes Mr. Hartono sounded like he was talking to himself on the paper he was facing.

Winarsih turned on the yellow light that was on the dresser and went to the door to turn off the main light.

He immediately placed his head on the pillow and bolsters he stacked. Until then came the voice of Dean who was very familiar to him. Dean called out to him and he immediately stood towards the door with barely audible footsteps.

Winarsih doesn't want to see Dean anymore. Although his heart now felt like he wanted to directly open the door and slam into the man's embrace. Winarsih only cried while occasionally shaking to hear every word Dean said.

No. gabe. Dean doesn't need it as an excuse. Mr. Hartono is a good man. Winarsih believes that kindness will bring something good.

Despite having to cover his mouth with both hands so that Dean would not hear his sobs, Winarsih insisted he would not open the door behind his back.

A moment Dean was silent. And then when Dean said,

"I love you, not out of pity."

Winarsih's chest was rumbling. He had just heard words he never expected from a Dean.

His hand immediately turned the key and opened the door. Dean, who seemed to be getting more and more handsome in Winarsih's eyes, was now standing with the most jaded face and implying a sadness he had never seen before.

His forehead wiggling. And indeed, lately Winarsih saw that nice black eyebrows were almost always fused because the owner was fretting.

Winarsih stretched out her arms to grant Dean's request to hug her.

As Dean looked at his face and pulled him into the embrace, the warmth he felt from the man's chest made his heart break.

Dean's chin was right above the top of his head felt moved several times. Winarsih felt Dean kiss her head many times.

"Have you eaten?" the first thing Dean asked.

Trying to stop her crying, Winarsih took a breath.

"Win," called Dean to release a hug to look at him.

Winarsih looked up at the man who had an age gap of 8 years from him.

Dean pulled Winarsih's arm and led her into the room. Dean's head was only a little away from the door he passed through.

Dean sat him on the edge of the bed and pulled a bench for himself. Now, Winarsih could not hide her face anymore from the man.

Clasping both hands, Dean looked at Winarsih's face fixedly.

"I want something, but I don't want to sound rude. All this time I've been waiting for you to tell me first. Win, are you pregnant?" ask Dean.

Hearing Dean's question, Winarsih just silently lowered her head. He doesn't know what to answer. He was afraid of the chaos that would occur in the house.

Mr. Hartono may faint again and enter the hospital. His condition has not recovered properly. And Winarsih had her face and the cries of Bu Amalia about her broken family.

Honestly, Winarsih was very afraid of the woman. After all she was the woman who had given birth to Dean.

"You're pregnant with my son Win?" dean asked as gently as possible with an inseparable view of Winarsih.

"No sir" he answered briefly.

"No what Win? You're not pregnant or is that not my child?" ask Dean again.

Winarsih must put an end to Dean's doubts. He didn't want Dean to keep getting as bad as he is today.

"I'm not pregnant. Where did Mr Dean think that? If Mr. Dean hears it from other employees, they don't know anything about me. I'm just here to work, sir, to find money for the family in the village. Dean didn't have to come to my room anymore. I am not good with other officers. I also do not want Mr. Dean to be a talking material among your own employees. Mr. Dean will soon be married. I don't want to confuse Mr. Dean with my attitude. I'm sorry too. I never intended to use Mr. Dean. And for what ever happened, I've forgiven you." Winarsih ventured back to Dean's gaze.

For a while Winarsih saw Dean looking down at their hands that were still holding each other.

Dean breathed a long and heavy sigh.

With a flat face like Winarsih had always seen all this time, Dean looked back at him.

"good. Maybe I was wrong. I believe you're Win, whatever you say. I believe you" said Dean, who made Winarsih lose her confidence a little.

"If you want that, I will not force you. I won't come here again as you would. Most importantly, you keep working as usual. I'm also sorry, if I'll have your nyariin occasionally."

Dean stopped talking to look back at Winarsih who had dared to stare, but now looked down again.

"Win, if you say it like that, I don't know what else to say. I can only ask for your permission, for next month."

Dean let go of his grasp and grabbed Winarsih's face. The man kissed her again. And the lips of the woman did not dare to move to welcome.

Dean left Winarsih in the room without looking again.

Him, Winarsih. Poor girl 21 years old graduated from Junior High who migrated to the city. Sitting in a 3x4-meter room with all his naive attitude and confusion towards the life of the rich.

The straight mind still holds the classic saying, love it should not have.

Winarsih decided to return to her hometown tomorrow. Not being able to have Dean but seeing him every day with another woman doesn't include his dream life.

He prefers to be a gossip material throughout the village, but can cry on his mother's lap.

The To Be Continued.....