LOVE WINARSIH

5. Mr. Hartono

Winarsih was still slightly lowered for a while as Dean left them with a nag. When the man's sandal voice had completely disappeared, Tina quickly raised her face and returned the look on her face earlier.

When Dean was under the kitchen connecting door wicket rebuking and nagging them earlier, Tina's face looked the clearest. And who would have thought when Dean had gone the middle-aged woman's face was back in detail.

"Once, ignore it. Mr. Dean is like that. Rarely get along with his father. If they make a fuss, Dean's target is all of us." Tina got up from her seat and immediately unpacked all the contents of the groceries that had been lying just on the floor.

"Hurry up to make the flower tea, Win," the mbah request gently but firmly resuscitated Winarsih who was still glaring to the place where Dean was standing earlier.

Ah, it turns out to be true Mr. Dean said. He daydreams too much like an annoying moron. Although his heart was grieved that it had never received such a rude remark from anyone else, Winarsih tried to ignore it. Slowly and carefully Winarsih made Pak Hartono's favorite flower tea as taught by Mbah.

"It's over, Mbah. This is Mr. Hartono's flower tea. Where's the winar? Or is it just Ma'am Tina who leads the way?" asked Winarsih to Mbah while standing holding a teapot and two ceramic cups that were on the tray. She hoped Mbah would not ask her to deliver the tea.

"You're the one who delivered. Ordinary Mr. Hartono still sits on the terrace chair leading to the pool. You should take her, not Tina. Let Mr. Dean see that you are also working properly here," Mbah said, continuing his work picking bean sprouts.

"Okay, Mbah," replied Winarsih.

His hands felt sweaty as his fingers grasped the edge of the tray. Though Winarsih never feel nervous if you have to meet anyone.

This time his heart was beating. Afraid that his master's son would still be upset if he saw him deliver the tea.

Winarsih walked into the dining room and headed straight for the giant door located on the right side. After passing through the door, Winarsih saw a pair of chairs located on the side terrace that led to the swimming pool.

Mr. Hartono and Dean seemed to be talking very seriously. Slowly Winarsih walked slowly to approach Mr. Hartono who was sitting on the right side.

Actually he's closer to putting the tea tray from the left side, close to Dean because he doesn't have to walk around.

But his knees felt even more limp if he had to squat near the man's feet. Winarsih was worried that she could mess up the entire tray.

When he arrived at the right hand of Mr. Hartono, Winarsih knelt right between the fathers of the children. Mr. Hartono stopped his conversation and observed Winarsih.

"You're the new officer?" ask Mr. Hartono.

"Yes, sir." Winarsih nodded slowly looking at Mr. Hartono at a glance then looked back down to arrange the location of the tea cup on the right side of Dean.

"How long has it been?" ask Mr. Hartono again.

"New biweekly, Pa. This is really discussed," said Dean.

"Papa, right, did not ask you," replied Mr. Hartono flatly.

"Where did you come from?" keep Mr. Hartono up again. Dean wagged the newspaper in his hand showing a bored expression.

Winarsih had risen to her feet in front of Mr. Hartono and Dean with both hands holding the edge of the tray in front of the stomach.

"I'm from Jambi, sir," Winarsih replied quickly. It seemed he did not want to stand there longer and Mr. Hartono continued to question him various things. Dean's face showed an expression of disgust and indifference to the whereabouts of a maid like her.

"The largest producer of cinnamon in Indonesia" said Mr. Hartono.

"Really, Sir. Kerinci Regency. The number one cinnamon producing area in Indonesia. After that there is West Sumatra and Yogyakarta," replied Winarsih with sparkling eyes.

Mr. Hartono mentioned cinnamon when talking to him. Winarsih immediately remembered Yanto.

"Well, you know about that. Your parents are cinnamon farmers in Jambi?" Mr. Hartono seems to be getting interested in the conversation between himself and Winarsih.

"What age is your sister? Is there a better job in your village than that?" Mr. Hartono, who likes to talk with his employees, is now interviewing Winarsih.

"That's the best job for Yanto, sir. My sister has Down syndrome" Winarsih said.

"Oh, I'm sorry" said Mr. Hartono. Winarsih smiled in response to the words of Mr. Hartono just now.

"If you are from Jambi, then you are good at cooking gulai tepek fish?" ask Mr. Hartono enthusiastically.

"Can, Sir. Later if you want, I make it for this lunch, explained Winarsih cheerfully. His body no longer felt as stiff as it did when he held a tray full of tea and hot water earlier.

"Yes. I want to.I want to." Mr. Hartono chuckled happily.

"Udahlah, Pa. Dean's not sitting here to hear this maid's life story. Dean's busy, " Dean exclaimed at his father.

"What are you busy?! Busy working? Or busy going out with that car showroom marketing?" mr. Hartono's emotions at Dean.

"Wedding, Pa. Disty's Dean's fiancee" Dean replied.

"It's up to you to call it what. After all, you and your mother are too busy with your personal affairs. Asked to come to Kalimantan because papa has a need with you, the reason you are busy!" emotions Mr. Hartono.

Winarsih stood looking at the snapping of Mr. Hartono to Dean. The woman felt wrong. If he immediately said goodbye, he felt bad because Mr. Hartono was talking to him.

However if he continued to be there, he would witness the quarrel of his master. Winarsih realized a new thing, that being a housekeeper is not as easy as it looks.

Winarsih's feet took a step back, Mr. Hartono who realized immediately turned his head back towards him.

"You don't go first, I haven't finished talking" asked Mr. Hartono. Winarsih.

"Dean can't go to Kalimantan because it's busy, Pa. There was a meeting with a client from the oil and gas company. Not because of Disty." Dean said slowly to his father.

"Papa doesn't feel like you've ruined your relationship with him. Don't call him your fiancee in front of papa" said Mr. Hartono flatly.

"Why Pa?" dean's voice is rising.

"There's a better reason you shouldn't know. For your sake, and for her good name. It's better to have a daughter-in-law like her than your boyfriend!" sindir Pak Hartono pointed towards Winarsih with a nod of his head and gaze.

Winarsih was getting more agitated at the place where she stood. His right foot was getting docked and his right big toe had rubbed his fingers on his left foot.

Despite looking down, Winarsih could feel that Dean was looking at her sharply.

He couldn't be there much longer, he thought. When raising his head to say goodbye to Mr. Hartono, Winarsih met with a look at Dean.

"You cry out for him? Go there quickly!" snapped Dean.

No need to be ordered twice, Winarsih went by in front of Mr. Hartono and Dean.

His eyes were hot. If you don't get out of there soon, Dean will definitely scold him for crying.

To Be Continued