LOVE WINARSIH

44. Dean's Happiness

Lately Dean has never returned home early because the office business is very crowded.

That afternoon, after a meeting with his client at the office, Dean told Ryan that he would be back home soon.

It felt like he had not seen the afternoon sky from the balcony of his room.

Still wearing a navy shirt that rolled up to his elbows and cream pants, Dean stood clinging to the iron balcony railing staring at the orange sky.

"If it were Win, if only... Before making that biggest mistake I had time to get to know you better" murmured Dean looking up at the sky with a gloomy face.

Right now he really felt homesick for Winarsih. The woman left him with so many feelings hanging in his heart.

And damn it, Dean had no reason to search and ask the woman back.

That night, Dean skipped dinner and was just in his room. Ms. Amalia who called him many times did not ignore him.

Dean turned on the sleeping lights. Although his eyes were not sleepy, but he did not want to be bothered by his mother's scolding because that night he was not present at the dinner table.

Mr. Hartono again attended the event at the ministry that night. And it was certain that the old man would arrive home late at night.

Don't know how long you've been asleep, the goals in your dreams. Dean heard the sound of his vibrating cell phone touching his nightstand constantly.

Dean's hand fumbles on the nightstand's surface. His eyes narrowed focusing his gaze to look at the name on the screen. Her papa.

"Yes Pa--, in the room. Sleeping Pa. What was? Of importance? What the hell is Pa? I-I-" replied Dean hanging up the phone.

Dean got up from the bed wearing his sandals and went towards the door. Mr. Hartono's workspace is located on the right side of Dean's room.

"Middle gini mall in the workspace. What the hell?" muttered Dean approached the door of Mr. Hartono's study and went straight into it.

"Yes Pa?" Dean immediately asked Mr. Hartono who was seen sitting leaning back in his chair.

Dean felt like someone else was in the room. His view immediately shifted to the right. He saw Winarsih standing with wet hair and clothes that were also drenched.

His eyes were slightly narrow and it felt sticky now widened.

Not dreams. It was indeed Winarsih who was standing with a woman sitting in front of Mr. Hartono.

Who is that old lady? New helper recommended by Winarsih?

Wait, why does it have to be midnight? Why call him? Is it because of her virginity this morning that prevented her mother from looking for a replacement for Winarsih?

"Win? You-" Dean greets Winarsih who doesn't even look at him.

Furthermore, all the words of his father were like passing through his ears. The glint of Winarsih's words pregnant her child and the woman's gestational age has stepped on 4 months.

Dean was surprised of course. Winarsih who has always been with him lately has never even told him anything despite being asked many times.

Winarsih is pregnant with her child. The events of that night turned out to be long-tailed. Then Mr. Hartono's high-pitched question made him aware.

"Your son or not?" ask the paper with high intonation.

"Yes Pa-Iya. If Winarsih is pregnant it must be Dean's child," he replied quickly.

Ja. Of course it was his son. Whose son is it again? That night Dean realized that Winarsih was really a virgin. Even the blanket stained Winarsih still stored under the closet in his room.

Until now, Dean did not dare to take out the blanket to be given to laundry employees. Dean, standing in a pajama suit, was standing across the desk listening to Mr. Hartono's allusions to him.

Dean dared not answer. He was worried that Mr. Hartono's next words would be unexpected. He was worried that Mr. Hartono said something that Winarsih did not feel good about and a woman who turned out to be the woman's mother.

Apparently the next thing Dean heard was an order from his father to marry Winarsih.

Dean turned around unexpectedly. Their problem with Disty had not even found a bright spot. But through midnight this time without the presence of his mother who may now be sleeping into the dreamland, his father said to marry Winarsih.

"Want you marry her?" ask Mr. Hartono again.

"You Pa," Dean quickly replied to his Papa.

Even Winarsih and her mother who were there would have caught the tone of Dean's answer to Mr. Hartono was a form of fear to the old man.

And that's true. Dean was afraid Mr. Hartono would change his mind.

"Don't do it" said Mr. Hartono again.

"Yes Pa-so Dean wants to answer me?" asked Dean pretending to be lethargic. Though his heart was willing to break because of the happiness that saves.

At once Disty's business evaporated just like that. Who else is more important now? Of course his son who is in Winarsih.

"Win, I'd like to ask you. Can you see me?" ask Mr. Hartono to Winarsih who is still down.

"Liat Mr. Hartono Win" his mother told the woman.

"Yes sir," replied Winarsih raised his face and looked at Mr. Hartono.

"Although Dean has admitted, but I keep asking you. The decision is in your hands. You want to marry my ugly son?" ask Mr. Hartono to Winarsih who has now looked at the old man.

"What the hell papa, use the event asked again. If he says no what?" dean's nagging in the heart.

He was worried about the answer Winarsih would give considering that the woman dared to leave despite being pregnant.

"Where's Win? You still thinking of answering my question? Does this kid of mine look too bad until you have to think long?" asked Mr. Hartono again while glancing at Dean who had put on a pouting face.

Mr. Hartono, Dean and Ms. Winarsih looked at the woman at the same time.

"You Sir," replied Winarsih softly until barely heard.

"Where? I'm not horrified" said Mr. Hartono again.

"Yes, I want Sir," replied Winarsih again.

Dean almost jumped up because he was happy. But the reaction he could get out at that time was to put his hand into his pajama pants pocket and put on a flat facial expression.

"Now try to see Dean. I don't know how you guys are, I really don't understand. If tonight you and your mother weren't here, maybe Dean would've beaten me all out. Try to see him now." Mr. Hartono asked Winarsih to see Dean.

Dean cleared his throat slowly and began to cast aside his messy hair to make it look neat. Slightly sorry he did not have time to look in the mirror as he headed for the room.

Winarsih slowly turned her gaze to Dean. The woman's eyes timidly looked at him.

Dean who was a little annoyed that Winarsih left without saying anything, was now trying to put on a cold face to return the woman's gaze.

Dean looked at Winarsih with an annoyed face even though he actually wanted to pull Winarsih into his arms.

Dean's gaze descended onto the bulge in the woman's stomach. He prayed that his son would be okay.

Mr. Hartono again grabbed his cell phone.

"The fish? Already sleeping? If not please go to my workspace now yes" ordered Mr. Hartono on his assistant.

"Winarsih and mom went back to the room just to exchange clothes and rest. Tomorrow morning my assistant will come to Winarsih's room." Mr. Hartono smiled at Winarsih and nodded.

Dean stared at Winarsih's back until it vanished from sight. He didn't know Mr. Hartono had been watching him since.

"Papa still does not think you actually follow papa's talk," said Mr. Hartono.

"Huh?" Dean woke up and saw Mr. Hartono.

"Prepare for you tomorrow" said Mr. Hartono.

"Who is Pa? Married man?" dean asked confused.

"Married your mind! Tomorrow we're at war !" pak Hartono.

The To Be Continued.....