LOVE WINARSIH

49. Him, My Husband

That day Winarsih saw the other side of Dean she had never seen.

Winarsih who throughout his experience working at the Hartono Family home had never seen Dean laugh, today witnessed it repeatedly.

Ever since the man made his vow as a husband, Dean has not stopped smiling.

His hand was only released when the man went to take care of something or talk to his friends.

Observing Dean who was joking and joking with his friends caused a different feeling in his heart.

Dean, who has ivory-white skin and slender eyes that always look haughty, is her husband now.

A moment ago, when the guests had already returned home, Winarsih excused Dean for going to his room first. The kebaya she was wearing at that time already felt very stifling her stomach. Moreover, since then he has been resisting the desire to urinate long enough.

Arriving at the room, Winarsih immediately opened the kebaya and cloth wrapped around his body and changed with a batik negligee of his.

"Leg ...," muttered Winarsih as she managed to take off everything that felt suffocating on her body. She had just been sitting on a dressing table chair and was intending to remove the makeup when the door of her room was knocked three times.

Winarsih got up to open the door and directly faced Dean who was still wearing beskap.

Dean stepped in and sat on the dresser chair. Turning around Dean said he meant to ask her to stay at the hotel that night.

Winarsih was a little surprised because she had never thought of that possibility before. He didn't even think about where he would sleep.

Even before the wedding took place, Winarsih only thought that Dean did it just to give status to the child he contained.

He really did not dare to expect anything more than that. Because in Winarsih's mind at that time the most important thing was that. In addition to making his mother's heart calm.

What life will he face at the Hartono Family home, Winarsih did not think too much about it.

Dean who until last night still put on a cold face while in the workspace Mr. Hartono, now sits in front of him with a half-blushed expression. Her ivory-white skin now looked blustery.

Winarsih said he did not feel comfortable if he was outside the house. And that's true. Although she was four months pregnant, Winarsih felt unable to sleep well elsewhere.

Even yesterday when he came home to Jambi, he woke up several times. Switching beds and changing atmosphere from the maid's room was not comfortable.

"Sleep here? Possible. Why can't you?"

Winarsih breathed a sigh of relief when she heard her husband's reply.

"Mmmm ... Win," call Dean.

"Yes, Sir?"

Dean got up from the chair and moved next to him.

"I don't like your neck. Your hair should always be draped if it's outside" Dean ordered as he unrolled Winarsih's hair.

"Yes, sir." Winarsih replied with her eyes fixed on the grasp of her hand which was on her lap.

"I'm your husband now."

"Yes, sir," replied Winarsih still with the same position of view. He felt awkward to look directly at the face of Dean who was next to him.

"Let's try and see me" Dean said as he finished unrolling his hair.

The two men's hands cupped his face and brought their faces to face.

As their gaze met, Dean clasped his hands together. Winarsih was now looking at Dean's black, well-formed eyebrows.

*******

Ever since Dean arrived at Winarsih's room, his wife still looked at him like the employer's son. Not as her husband.

Dean clasped the hand of his wife who had been seen clenching restlessly. Dean wanted Winarsih to be able to relax while being around him.

"Known, my full name is Dean Danawira Hartono. Danawira means philanthropist. My dad didn't think it was wrong to name it for me. I was 184 centimetres tall, weighing 79 kilos. So, our son will certainly have legs that level like my feet. I was born in Samarinda on the second of May, legi Saturday. About weton, you do not need to check anymore because we are already a mate," explained Dean introduced himself fully and wetonnya.

Winarsih smiled amusedly at Dean's very serious facial expression, very contrary to what he had just revealed.

"Laughs?" ask Dean.

"Yes." Yeah." Winarsih chuckled amusedly. Dean laughed then.

"Win," called Dean again, shifting his seat to the side.

"You don't sit there again, you fall there." Dean reminded Winarsih not to shuffle because the woman had been sitting at the end of the bed.

"Yes, Mr ...." Winarsih was still smiling with what she said.

"It's late in the afternoon, but I think it's better because it's still bright."

"Good for what, sir?"

"It is good to visit our son so that he can see his father's appearance more clearly." Dean pulled his wife's face and gave the woman the softest kiss he had ever done.

Some time ago he had given the woman a bad and rude experience.

But today, while the sun was still in the sky, Dean wanted to give Winarsih a fond memory to erase the bad memories she had incised in the woman's memory.

Dean rested his wife gently on a 160x200 wooden bed. His lips have not stopped kissing every corner of his wife's face and neck.

Before Dean's hand began to go down to escape his wife's negligence, he briefly glanced towards the door and window of the room that turned out to be safe.

Dean did not want this activity to be additional entertainment for employees at his home.

When he managed to pass the batik negligence, all of Dean's consciousness was gathered into one to enjoy the scenery that the last few months so wanted to enjoy.

Winarsih was not wearing a bra.

Once again, Dean drowned while in Winarsih's chest. But this time, he did it very slowly.

The breath of Winarsih who started hunting made herself cheer in the heart.

And Dean can't afford to linger around anymore. In his heart he had thought should be buttoned clothes on the form of adhesive wedding dress just to make it easier for the wearer on the first night.

Finally with great difficulty, Dean managed to remove all the clothes that were wrapped around his body.

"Win" called Dean to his wife.

"Yes, Sir?" replied Winarsih who did not look at him.

"You don't want to see me?" dean asked with an amused smile because his wife had always taken her eyes off him.

Winarsih just clenched her mouth.

Dean got up and shifted his wife's body until he reached the edge of the bed.

"It should be like this, right?" dean said alone. She wants to see her future son soon but is worried about Winarsih's stomach.

Once a light pull, Dean has made his wife's circumstances completely innocent.

On a bright day, Dean began to expand to his destination.

"Okay," cried Winarsih slowly.

"Huh? It hurt?" ask Dean to worry.

Winarsih.

"Sorry, yes, Win .. Maybe this is a sign that I have to visit often" Dean said as he continued to move back and forth slowly.

It had been half an hour more Dean repeatedly changed the position of his wife so as not to hurt the woman. Again he was amazed at his power.

And when the sweat began to wet his forehead, Dean thought about replacing Winarsih's room AC with a new one.

Later that afternoon, Dean's ears heard the most melodious sound he had ever heard. Groans, screeches and moans of Winarsih's plan that enjoys her game.

As Dean felt himself swinging faster, he again buried his lips above the top of his wife's chest. Dean really liked the place.

Dean's last blow made Winarsih a little twitching. Dean had sent something warm to visit their baby-to-be.

Along with Dean who had been lying next to his wife with breath still hunting, along with that the foot of the wooden bed Winarsih stopped creaking.

It turned out that he also had to change the bed immediately.

To Be Continued