LOVE WINARSIH

41. Mother Murka

Winarsih has draped her scabbard covering the legs to the limit of the stomach. A mosquito repellent burns with a fold of paper and dialasi zinc plates are not far from the mat.

Tonight the view of his sleep returns to the thin, brown zinc ceiling that is inedible with age.

Although Tina said her room in the house of Mr. Hartono is the smallest maid room and often said to be haunted, but compared to his house this is certainly a room that is much more luxurious.

Tonight he just wants to sleep to forget for a moment the burden that feels increasingly squeezed the chest when he saw his mother was so hit.

Winarsih couldn't prevent her running memory from flying considering Dean. Given the appearance and attitude of his employer's son. Dean's eyes were so cold that they became sad every time he looked at her.

Dean's fingers were so nice and warm while grasping and teaching him to use cutlery.

The man, who looked proud and defiant to his parents, was in fact a very devoted child.

Winarsih rubbed her stomach as she felt something like moving inside there. Does your child feel what he is feeling?

I don't feel her tears flowing back. Imagine a child who whether it is a boy or a girl will have a resemblance to his handsome father.

When he was about to return to his fond memories with Dean, his ears caught a familiar voice. The voice that he often heard from the fence Mr. Hartono.

Utomo's.

Before the sound of Utomo's bell woke up his mother who had fallen asleep, Winarsih quickly got up and grabbed the window of his house that resembled the key of the warehouse in Mr. Hartono's house.

Unknowingly Winarsih ran outside by tying a glove over his chest to coat the negligee he was wearing.

"Mas Ut! Don't scream. My mother was asleep" replied Winarsih as he approached Utomo and groped the man's arm to pull over from his doorstep.

"Win, where are you going? I've been expecting you for two weeks but you have no news. Yesterday night I went to Mr. Hartono's house, but the security guard said there you just came home. I'm worried Win. And you-you why?" suddenly Utomo stopped to look at Winarsih's body from toe to head.

Under the 5-watt porch light glowing yellow, Utomo stared fixedly at Winarsih's body and face. The man saw something different with his ex-girlfriend.

"You pregnant Win? Are you really pregnant? You look like you're pregnant. Your stomach is not as big as usual. And your body is changing. So this is what the security guard said at Mr. Hartono's house yesterday? After severing ties with me, who is the man you dated Win?" insist Utomo.

Winarsih was still silent not to think that Utomo immediately asked him that.

"This is the reason why you broke off with me. Because you've gone and slept with another man? Six years of dating me, you're a big sell-off. But meeting the guy in town for a while you're willing to give yourself up" Utomo's emotions with his words began to rise.

"How can I win? This whole village already knows that you're my boyfriend! We go to town together. Six years I've been in a relationship with you, holding back from touching you, so I can get a virgin wife! But you came home with a big belly like this! Where will I put my face Winarsih? Why are you like Winarsih?" Utomo's face flushed. The man started to sob.

Winarsih saw Utomo's tears begin to fall down her cheeks.

"You don't know what you are? Not self-conscious? You should know who you are for them! Don't dream you'll be part of that family!" utomo's anger grew increasingly to see Winarsih just stand still without saying anything to him.

"Your voice, my mother will wake up." Winarsih turned her head towards the closed door worried if her mother heard their conversation.

"Why? Are you afraid your mother heard about your behavior there? If not you who teased his son Mr. Hartono, where maybe he glanced at you. You should be self-aware! Inget your family in the village. Inget your poor mother and your idiot sister. You think a minister kid like Dean would want to take you? I'm the only one who accepts you as you are!" scowl Utomo with anger that has not yet receded.

"I'm sorry Mas Ut, I owe a lot to Mas Ut. I'm wrong, do not bring mother and Yanto in the words of Mas Ut" said Winarsih who began to feel tired of being blasphemed by Utomo.

"I'll marry you! Let me take responsibility for the child in your stomach!. Tell everyone that it was my work. You should have been honest with me from the beginning Win, instead of going back to the village secretly. Don't you have any shame?"

"No need, no need. My son is not the responsibility of Mas Ut. His father is alive and well. So I guess Mas Ut, there's no need to go that far. I'm fine, Mas" cut Winarsih fast.

THE KREEKK! BRAK!!

The sound of the door opening then being thrown down violently shocked Winarsih and Utomo.

They're speechless.

Bu Sumi stood behind Winarsih facing towards Utomo and stared intently at the man.

Winarsih inched back and forth half towards her mother.

"It is enough that I have heard your insults from the beginning to come until you have just said Ut. My son never made your life difficult. Those six years that you were proud of didn't make me approve of your relationship. Do you know why Ut? You are a selfish man. Winarsih is your new boyfriend, there is no relationship yet. He is still entirely my responsibility, his mother. The woman who gave birth to him. Even if he comes home humiliated, I will bear his shame. Not you. So you have no right to insult my son like that. Now I know who the father of the child that Winarsih conceived. I had enough of beating him to death today. That's my job as a parent. Tomorrow I will take Winarsih back to her employer's family. The child they are carrying is now their responsibility. Not you. Now that you go home, your parents may be waiting at home. Come on Win, come in. It's midnight. The night wind is not good for your son." Sumi pulled Winarsih's arm and dragged her son into the house.

A moment later there was the sound of the door being dragged.

The To Be Continued.....

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