LOVE WINARSIH

39. Where Are You?

Dean hadn't seen Winarsih for a long time or tried to cross paths with the woman. If I could be honest Dean felt a little hurt about the woman's attitude last time to him.

Ever since he knew love, Dean has always tried to never hurt any woman.

Winarsih's request not to see him again he granted it because of his affection for the woman.

Winarsih's words have a point. If she kept coming to the woman with her family in turmoil, Winarsih would definitely be the subject to blame.

He also did not want Winarsih to be a gossip among fellow employees at his house.

Recently Dean has always gone very early in the morning and come home late at night.

The affairs of his office clients as well as his papa problems that must be quickly resolved make his time completely seized.

Even so, when he arrived home late at night, Dean often walked around Winarsih's room.

He deliberately parked his car to the back of his own, although before he went home too late he would leave the car in front of the home lobby just like that.

Winarsih's room door won't be knocked again. And that door won't open for him anymore either. But, knowing the woman was still in it, already made Dean feel a little better.

"Yes?" call Dean to the secretary sitting in front of him.

"Yes sir?" sahut Ryan looked up.

"The file is just this? Where can we meet the demands of this capital doang. The cave cannot make complaints if the capital is only this. Belom there is defamation, belom there is loss. There is no evidence of the threat either. Hotel transactions are also just a sheet of doang." Dean threw out the papers in front of him.

"Newly leased agents can handle that, sir," Ryan reported.

"Fire me! Replace the other. Add them all to ngebuntuin. Where he went, who met. If you enter the hotel, order on whose behalf. You take care of it. All you checks, all assets in the name of any cave. What has been given to me and returned the name. The cave feeling is not good. The cave family's a prisoner." Dean was massaging his forehead.

"The cave must have an ace Yan, an ace. He's got one, the cave's got one" Dean continued.

"Okay, this is my agent to change again yes" Ryan said while noting something on his agenda.

"Two back first." Dean stood up to snatch his suit.

"Belom malem Sir.... Those are the files Hartono Coil has not been checked," Ryan said the name of his papa company.

"Entar is ah...." Dean walked away from Ryan who was still struggling at his desk.

"You want to meet Genk Duda Akut?" ryan asked half-screaming at his boss who had disappeared behind the door.

"No...." Dean answered and entered the elevator.

That night, he returned home sooner than usual. Along the way, he saw a row of cafes and restaurants that he had visited with Winarsih.

Half-smiling he remembers the amazed face of Winarsih each invited to a new place.

The woman's plain and honest babbling sometimes made Dean even laugh.

Winsih that never much demand. Who always ate whatever was presented before him with grateful eyes. It's worth making her stingy boyfriend cool.

Suddenly Dean felt upset when he remembered the first time he had caught Utomo who was about to buy Winarsih at the door of his room.

His car arrived in front of the gate and Mr. Lutfi immediately ran to open the fence.

Dean drove the car into the left wing of the house and parked it in a normal place.

As he got down from the car, his eyes immediately looked towards Winarsih's room.

"It's only 9 o'clock, but it's dark? Has his sleeping hours changed?" muttered Dean alone.

It was seen Tina was washing dishes and was immediately half-down when she saw her arrival.

Mbah was sitting in a wooden chair facing a basin of red onions that were being peeled.

"What's wrong, Dean? Already eaten?" tanya Mbah looked straight at him.

"No, no more eating rice. Where's winarsih? I want to masakin instant noodles kayak she once masakin for me," said Dean put on a face pretending to be busy with taking out his phone.

"Winarsih is no longer working, sir, this afternoon was ready for me. The afternoon had gone home to his village," replied Mbah looking straight at Dean.

The old woman looked as if she was waiting for the answer.

"Nobody works anymore, huh? Wh why? I mean, is there a problem here? What's up from here?" the questions in Dean's crammed head needed an immediate answer.

"There is no problem sir, Winarsih does want to go home he said-" Mbah's words just hang and no longer heard by Dean who immediately went to rush to Winarsih's room.

Slowly he opened the door of the room he had guessed would have been unlocked if the woman had left him.

Dean grabbed the light switch to look at the contents of the room. Make sure if the words of Mbah are not true and Winarsih just go outside to buy snacks.

But when he saw that all the sheets and pillowcases had been removed and were folded in the corner of the bed, Dean's heart began to throb.

Dean opened the empty drawers of the black dresser where they would often eat using plastic plates and cups that were now just stooped on top.

Then Dean's gaze pounded on something he was very familiar with. A paperbag from an expensive underwear outlet was given to Winarsih.

Dean grabbed the paperbag and looked at the contents. The number is still complete, even Winarsih returned the ones he had used. Dean's heart hurts a lot. The gift seemed worthless to the woman.

Then his hand opened a plastic package of black crackle that turned out to contain a baby toy that was accidentally bought in the Old City night market.

Dean took all the parcels and put them back in the closet.

It belongs to Winarsih. The underwear was her first gift to the woman. An object that he had never thought of giving to any woman before.

Dean got up from the bed to the door, his heart felt even more empty. When he was about to close the door, his gaze was directed to a trash can near the foot of the dresser.

Then he looked down to pick up the empty packaging of hand body lotion that looks cheap from the trash can. His heart was filled with a feeling of sadness that felt different. Dean had never felt that feeling before.

Grasping the empty bottle, Dean left Winarsih's room walking around to meet the security guard at the front fence.

"I told you, Winarsih no longer works here. Cook you his girlfriend doesn't know" Mr. Lutfi told someone outside the fence.

Dean could not yet see clearly who Mr. Lutfi was talking to, but from what the man said, Dean could conclude that it was Utomo.

"Yes, I'm his girlfriend. But he hasn't said he wants to go home. Because every contact Winarsih never existed, " Utomo explained.

"What's up?" dean asked flatly at his security guard as his steps approached the fence.

"This is Sir, Winarsih's girlfriend. I can't believe I said Winarsih doesn't work here anymore. Last afternoon I went on a ride with a big bag. Cook him his girlfriend doesn't know. Want to feel good anyway," said Mr. Lutfi with a slightly mocking look towards Utomo.

"I'm just asking sir, because Winarsih has not been able to be contacted for the past two weeks. I'm just worried, so I'm here" Utomo explained with a look toward Mr. Lutfi.

"I guess Winarsih went eloping with you. If you also find him here, it's not you dong who did it." Mr. Lutfi chuckled.

"meaning?" utomo asked who was really confused at the time.

Dean just silently listened to the conversation of the two people before him. His head hurts. The first thing he wanted to do was fire Mr. Lutfi.

The To Be Continued.....