LOVE WINARSIH

47. Him, My Wife

It felt like Dean had been sitting all day in that chair but Winarsih did not appear to show himself. For a moment there was concern that the woman would run away again.

But just like knowing what was in his son's mind, Mr. Hartono patted Dean's left arm that had been folded on the table with his fingers hooked to each other.

Nervous Dean again wiggled his legs like a tailor until Mr. Hartono had to pat his son's thigh to stop making vibrations at the table.

"A lot of nervous?" asked Mr. Hartono without looking at Dean.

"No, Pa," replied Dean briefly as he wet his lips over and over again.

Mr. Hartono just smiled a glance at Dean's behavior that reminded him of Dean who was still a child.

Of course Mr. Hartono is very angry about what Dean did to Winarsih. But on the other hand he is also proud because Dean has matured and dared to take responsibility for what he has done.

In his heart, Mr. Hartono praised Dean who was trying to be a dutiful boy and a responsible man at one time.

Besides marrying Dean to the woman his son wants so much right now, what else can he do as a parent?

Although without the presence of his wife and only attended by a few people, at least Mr. Hartono can be relieved because it has given clear status to Winarsih and his future grandchildren.

Ryan, who was called by Dean early this morning, had to hear his boss say over and over again about an impromptu wedding to be held at his residence.

Ryan asked me many times why? Who is the bride-to-be? When does? Are you sure or not?

Until Dean had to slightly snap at his secretary to immediately do what he asked without asking much.

Ryan appeared at the door of his room at dawn with a box containing a necklace with a tiny diamond pendant that Dean would use to marry Winarsih.

Ryan half grumbled when he told him about his business, who had to call a jewelry outlet manager to let him shop in the early hours of the morning.

Now Ryan sat next to Fika with a blushing face and repeatedly glanced at the Assistant Papa. Feel like Dean really wants to pat his secretary's chair.

Suddenly Fika stood approaching Mr. Hartono to a table with white cloth. "The bride-to-be is done and is on her way here, sir."

Dean's neck stiffened as his head quickly turned towards the dining room.

Dean clenched his mouth like he was staring at a circus performer who was doing a balance show with a rope.

Winarsih appeared wearing a pair of simple kebaya that wrapped her body slightly tight. Held by his mother and another woman whom Dean did not know was who, Winarsih stepped slowly up the three stairs to the living room.

The fabric that looked so narrow and made it difficult for Winarsih's steps made Dean a little worried. Dean bit his lip in fear that Winarsih could stumble and injure their future child.

While saying the word 'their child' in the mind, Dean felt hundreds of butterflies were doing ribbon gymnastics inside his stomach.

Dean took a deep breath while glancing around him. If the papa is not next door, Dean may come to Winarsih and raise the woman to be nearby soon.

Winarsih's steps are getting closer. And Dean who never saw the woman in another dress, in addition to her work clothes that and a few pieces of batik negligee that had faded, now look at Winarsih with a soft and longing look.

The woman's hair was simply rolled over her nape, but it made Dean even more agitated because now everyone could see Winarsih's straight neck.

His face was only given a touch of thin makeup by wearing pink as the base.

As Winarsih was led to a chair opposite her, the woman kept her head down. I dare not look at everyone in the room.

Dean saw both Winarsih's hands clenched and her fingers moving uneasily. This woman sitting opposite him looked so frightened.

"Win," call Dean.

Winarsih directly raised her head to look at Dean. Their views changed for quite a while. Dean smiled at his future wife. "There I am, don't be afraid" whispered Dean.

Winarsih's smile that he had not seen for a long time now adorned the woman's face.

Dean's gaze then looked at every corner of Winarsih's face and body. Until his vision went down from the neck to the chest and the bulge in the woman's stomach.

He did not expect that he was so powerful and so easy to impregnate Winarsih.

Does he have to thank Disty for this?

While smiling at Winarsih, her shoulders felt poked. Mr. Hartono who was standing and talking to Fika looked at Dean.

"standing De! The seat taker. You sit next to Winarsih. You think a smile can go straight?" sir Hartono who seems to have been observing the behavior of his youngest son.

"Yes Pa...." Dean stood up and moved.

While circling the table, Dean looked at Irman's gaze staring at Winarsih. Since yesterday-yesterday, Dean has been resentful every time he saw the way Irman looked at his future wife.

With a slightly frowning face, Dean sat to the right of Winarsih who still linked his hands together on his lap.

"Can we start?" asked a middle-aged man sitting next to Mr. Hartono.

"Please sir," replied Mr. Hartono in a calm and authoritative voice.

"Let's start--"

And in some very long time to hear the middle-aged man introduce himself and give all the advice and advice, finally the man did something that Dean had been waiting for since.

The man extended his handshake to Dean. Fast as lightning Dean greeted the helping hand of the middle-aged man opposite him, whose name he could not even remember.

In one breath, Dean uttered a barrage of words that he had to say smoothly as he was defending in court.

As the row of words he felt he had spoken correctly, Dean turned to look toward Mr. Hartono who developed a smile on his face.

"SAH" said those around them almost simultaneously.

Mr. Hartono patted Dean on the shoulder and said, "It's legal De."

Dean circulated his gaze around staring at the people present there one by one.

Ryan who looked at him with a view that means 'cieeee' as well as three men closest friends who looked at him with a view that means "How Can? (Can't do it)?"

Dean almost laughed out loud looking at the expressions on Toni, Rio and Sky's faces that looked impressive and mocked him at one time.

The three miraculous men were obedient when told to come neatly in the morning blind.

Winarsih's mother seemed to sit quietly while occasionally wiping her tears. Dean had thought about what his mother was doing in the room when she was as happy as she is now.

When the middle-aged man handed him some papers that he had to sign, without having to read the contents of the paper, Dean laced his signature with lightning speed.

Now his gaze moved on the woman who had been sitting quietly next to him.

While glancing at the two hands of Winarsih who had now become his wife still linked to each other, Dean moved his left hand over the woman's lap.

Feeling his wife's hand was so cold, Dean slightly lowered his head to whisper in her ear.

"Win," call Dean slowly.

"Yes sir," replied Winarsih no less slowly.

"Where do we sleep at the mallem?" lirih Dean's.

"Huh?" Winarsih rounded her eyes staring confusedly at Dean who was biting his lower lip while waiting for his wife's answer.

The To Be Continued.....

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