LOVE WINARSIH

46. Man With Beskap

Winarsih, whose clothes were all soaked, was not left standing before Mr. Hartono, who asked him to look at Dean.

A moment ago his heart almost stopped when Mr. Hartono asked Dean if the man wanted to marry him or not.

During his trip to Jakarta, although his body and eyes are tired but he can not close his eyes because of it.

Winarsih was really worried about what Dean would say. But a moment ago, with a sleepy face and disheveled hair, Dean admitted to the child he had conceived.

His body felt weak to hear Dean's words that sounded wordless in front of his papa.

Winarsih was really unexpected, the man who was entangled with his fiancee was so lightly said he would marry her.

The shadow of the man's fiancee's fate flashed countless times in his head. Has Dean changed his feelings for the woman in an instant?

When Mr. Hartono asked if he wanted to be married to Dean, there was no way he would say no.

The efforts of his mother who invited him far from Jambi to meet the Hartono Family must bear sweet fruit. He did not want his mother, who had gone out in makeshift clothes, to return home with him to bear the shame in the village.

Anyway, true said his mother. He cannot be selfish by thinking only about himself. The child he contains is a human who will have life.

When Mr. Hartono asked him to look at Dean, Winarsih gathered all his courage. The man who was standing on the left side of Mr. Hartono was now looking at him with a flat face as usual.

Winarsih had no idea what Dean was thinking. Why would Dean quickly say he would marry her if now the man looked at her so coldly.

Dean stood relaxed with both hands in his pajama pants pocket. Staring at him who was then dressed in wet clothes almost in tatters.

I am so ashamed.

That night, after Mr. Hartono asked them to return to his room, his heart was relieved as well as agitated.

Is it true that her marriage to Dean will happen? What about Miss Amalia who is so strict about the rules in her house?

Dean loved both his parents. Mbah has always stressed many times that Dean is a submissive child and has rarely denied it in the past.

Winarsih could not close her eyes in the room. The clothes they bring are really makeshift because they do not intend to linger in Jakarta.

His sleep felt so bad in bed. Plus because his stomach is getting bigger makes Winarsih so more frequent urination and many times go to the bathroom.

His mother who looked very tired immediately fell asleep after changing into dry clothes.

And as his eyes would still be closed, someone knocked on the door of his room.

Mr. Hartono's assistant stood in front of his bedroom door.

"Have you woken up?" ask Fika smile. He had not even slept at all, but Fika's assistant Pak Hartono had been standing in front of his bedroom door at 5am in very neat clothes.

"Already Ma'am," replied Winarsih returning Fika's smile.

"Some one is coming to help you get dressed. So after I leave you can clean up first. Your mother's needs will also be brought here. You just wait. Excuse me first." Fika smiled again then went towards the main kitchen door.

Winarsih for a moment stood dumbstruck in front of the door. Fika says that soon there will be people helping her get dressed.

Is it true that Mr. Hartono has carried out his son's marriage so soon? Isn't Miss Amalia also preparing for Dean's wedding reception? How will it be later?

With a confused face full of question marks Winarsih again closed the door of the room and woke her mother.

After taking a bath, still wearing a towel, Winarsih glanced at the bathroom door to make sure her mother was still inside.

Slowly his hand reached for the closet door. When he arrived yesterday and put down his bag, his eyes caught a paper bag containing Dean's underwear in the closet.

Who put it there? Winarsih had thought that the parcel would be thrown away as soon as she left the room.

On that dark morning, Winarsih again put on Dean's underwear. He had no other choice because the underwear he was carrying was all dirty and was now perched on a small clothesline outside.

Geck! Geck!

The door to Winarsih's room was knocked back, when she opened it, two women stood toting some clothes hanging from the hanger and still covered in plastic.

Winarsih was asked to wear a simple ivory white kebaya made from very smooth with pieces similar to kuthubaru. She was silent when her mother wrapped a long cloth around her body.

Ms. Sumi who had changed clothes with a modeled kebaya almost the same color as light brown, now crouched at her son's feet to tidy up the folds of cloth worn by Winarsih.

"This is all you want Win, it's your way like this. You have to go. Don't think about mother and Yanto in the village. We must be all right. It is important that you take care of your health. Take care of your child better than how you take care of you. After becoming a wife, follow what your husband says. Trust your husband wholeheartedly to keep your heart calm. Be a good wife, be a good daughter-in-law. Treat your family with love. Because your love will strengthen your family later." Sumi said softly while continuing to tidy up the long folds of cloth that Winarsih wore.

The woman's tears had gone down soaked the thin powder that had been worn to her earlier. He did not get up immediately because he did not want his tears to be seen by his son.

Winarsih who heard the words of her mother had been crying since. A woman who wore thin makeup and rolled her hair earlier, had repeatedly bottled tissue into her cheeks to wipe away tears.

"I just sent a message, if Mbak Winarsih has finished can immediately go to the family room," said the woman who had dressed Winarsih.

Winarsih pecked herself for a moment in front of the glass. He had never seen the reflection of his shadow as beautiful as that.

Her hair was simply rolled over her neck. Her eyelashes were clamped and dabbed with thin mascara. Her lips and cheeks were dabbed in a pink tint that accentuated her facial hue that morning.

And the kebaya that wrapped his body a little tight, could not sound his protruding belly.

Everyone present would definitely be aware of the reason this impromptu wedding was held. Winarsih rubbed her stomach several times while in front of the glass. The candidate of the tiny baby in his stomach moved as if knowing his nervousness.

"Mba Winar is beautiful. I don't need a lot of makeup." The woman holding her arm smiled as she looked at Winarsih's reflection in the mirror.

That morning, even the time still showed at 7 am less. Winarsih had walked down the bamboo plant to the kitchen door.

His right arm was gripped even harder by his mother. It seemed that the old woman was now also as worried as him.

With thickened face that was hit by shame and a very low sense of inferiority, Winarsih arrived at the family room which has now been arranged several chairs with a table with a white tablecloth in the middle.

Winarsih did not dare to raise her face. He didn't want to see anyone who was there. He just wanted those moments to quickly pass so that he could breathe a sigh of relief.

When his body was directed to sit on a chair, Winarsih still looked down on his two hands that looked at each other as if strengthening each other.

Before long he sat still with his gaze pointing to his lap, a soft call came from before him.

"Win...." A familiar voice often sounded in front of the door of his room.

Winarsih directly raised her face to look at the owner of the voice.

Dean, in an ivory-white skirt was looking at him smiling. It never felt like Winarsih saw a man as handsome as Dean. Dean, who a few days ago felt very far away in his delusion, now sits opposite him in the same suit.

The To Be Continued.....