LOVE WINARSIH

51. For Utomo

Before Dean closed the door to his parents' room, his ears still caught the curse of Bu Amalia addressed to Winarsih.

Dean's heart really hurts. But he didn't want to say anything that could make him an ungodly child.

Quickly Dean left the room. His hunger at that moment evaporated instantly. He felt so wrong.

I want him to take Winarsih away from that house. But the thought of leaving Mr. Hartono on his side, made Dean heartless.

Confused at how to tell the truth without hurting his wife, Dean finally put some clothes in his biggest suitcase and grabbed some stel suits hanging in his closet.

A few minutes later he had arrived at Winarsih's doorstep like someone who had just been kicked out of the house.

Dean had just wiped the corner of his eyes, but now he was hugging Winarsih with a smile.

That night, Dean, who had been well-dressed and clenched with hair combed back with his trademark pomade scent, sat leaning on the edge of the old bed while hugging Winarsih.

His neat appearance was actually intended to invite Winarsih to dinner for the first time with his parents.

But it seems Dean still has to be patient to realize his dreams.

Now with the presence of Dean's giant suitcase, Winarsih's room more resembles a warehouse.

"Win," called Dean who was half-leaning on the headboard of the bed and asked Winarsih to lie down next to him.

"Yes?"

"Well we move out of here, you want to?" ask Dean.

"I don't want to sir" Winarsih replied quickly.

"Why?" asked Dean in wonder.

"I don't want Mr. Dean to leave Mr. Dean's parents because of me. Mr. Hartono and Ms. Amalia are old. They only have Mr. Dean here. Pity to be left behind" said Winarsih grimly.

He remembered his mother and Yanto who were only the two at home. It must have been hard for his mother did not have a interlocutor who can be used as a place to share tired thoughts.

Yanto who have a deficiency will not understand about the complaints conveyed by their mother.

Winarsih's words added to the sadness in Dean's heart.

Dean's affection for Winarsih did not grow in one night.

After doing the thing that hurt Winarsih four months ago, knowing that Dean was the first for the woman turned out to cause a feeling of guilt in his heart.

Over time the guilt turned into a feeling of unwillingness if the body he had touched was close to any man.

Without Dean realizing the guilt turned into feelings of affection. And also the feeling of longing.

Longing to re-enfold the body that once whimpered begging him.

After marrying Winarsih, Dean now feels that his wife's entire body is his. He also just realized that he turned out to be a fairly possessive man

This was their first night as husband and wife. And with makeup that was like going to a reception, Dean again peppered his wife who only wore a negligee sheet without an interior.

Dean's hand had already ventured everywhere, especially to the place that had always been his favorite.

Since then Dean has unceasingly dipped every corner of Winarsih's body that he could hope for.

Occasionally his hands stopped lingering on the woman's chest. Looking for his peak that felt already tightened under his finger.

Dean continued to ambush Winarsih with gentle massages. Until finally when Dean tried to pull back his wife's negligee, Winarsih said :

"Sir, I'm a laper. It's almost 9 o'clock but haven't eaten yet. Kasian son of the Father," said Winarsih while looking up at him.

Dean patted her on the head, "Yes a canoe."

How could he have almost given an inner living three times, but not yet given a living born to his wife even once.

"Win, I'm sorry. I was too sedated by this kangen interview with our future son. I haven't eaten either. Bayangin if I've eaten," said Dean clenched his mouth while rubbing Winarsih's stomach.

"Hmm?" Winarsih blushed to shift her gaze.

"So now we go into the house, maybe we will still meet the mother who is still pouting. So what if we eat the usual satay at the intersection of the road. Wanna?" Dean spoke while rubbing his wife's stomach.

Winarsih nodded happily.

"For a while, I changed my clothes first" Winarsih said, rising from the bed.

Winarsih took the remaining pair of clothes in the closet and went to the bathroom.

"Eh, how come you go there? Not here dong. In front of me. I'd like to see. We are married." Dean uttered his sentence of dedication to make Winarsih come to him.

With one hand on his head, Dean looked like a mermaid in a fairy tale.

Dean lay on his side of the bed, devouring the sight of his wife changing clothes. His eyes did not blink when Winarsih took off a piece of batik and then bent down to stir the contents of the paperbag he had given.

When he saw Winarsih wearing clothes he had seen dozens of times, Dean felt his heart wry.

He should have married Winarsih when he realized that the stain on the blanket that was still stored was indeed his act

Tomorrow he'll call Ryan to say he won't be coming to the office.

Not only did he want to give his wife an amazing inner living, Dean also wanted to give her an impressive birth life

A few minutes later they had exited the room and walked in unison towards the fence. Winarsih's hand was within his grasp.

When I arrived near the fence, "Eh, my wallet was left in the upper room. You wait here for a minute. I'll ride first" Dean said.

"No, I have money, sir. If only to buy satay is still enough." Winarsih showed the small wallet that was in her grasp.

"Ah no! I need to get my wallet first. Don't make me feel more like I'm being persecuted, ma'am" Dean blinked his eyes and ran inside through the front porch of the house.

"Well, that's the Winarsih! Ut! It's Winarsih! Win! Win! Out first! Utomo wants to see you!" yelled Jaka who was like a maling sneaking in front of the fence while peering inside.

Winarsih who saw Jaka calling her, turned a glance at Mr. Lutfi who was on duty that day. Winarsih then went out of the fence to approach Jaka.

"Mas Jaka, what's wrong? I'm kayak gini malem," asked Winarsih astonished.

Now time has shown it almost at 10 p.m.

"The two of us were from 7 o'clock sitting outside the fence waiting in case you were out. Utomo would say." Jaka pointed at Utomo who stood docked to the fence behind which stood the guard post.

"Eh Mas Jak, but I-I"

Jaka pulled Winarsih's arm to get closer to Utomo. Winarsih fretted looking back.

"Udah Win, Utomo's kasian. Have mercy on me, too, which he always despises. Utomo wants to apologize." Jaka slightly moved away from Winarsih who was standing hesitantly near Utomo.

"Win, yesterday morning I went to your house. But said your neighbor, you have left for Jakarta with Bu Sumi. I feel guilty Win. Sorry me. I mean nothing but want to take that responsibility for you. I don't want you to give birth to that child alone. It's okay Win, I'm willing to be his father. But I didn't think you could go back to work in this house. Aren't you ashamed of going to and fro with your belly growing bigger?" utomo said with a face of despair.

"Mas Ut, it's not like that. Actually I've-"

"I love you Winarsih. I will accept this situation of you. Forgive me for all my harsh words. I'm sorry for insulting your sister. I was really emotional that night. I didn't expect Miss Sumi to have that watermelon with me." Utomo continued to say without heeding Winarsih who shook his head.

"Not Mas Ut, Mas Utomo was horrified."

"Well, you're here again, Win? Want to beg for responsibility with your master's son? Open your eyes Winarsih. I'm the only man who loves you sincerely and accepts you. Don't let your child be born without a father." Utomo moved about to touch Winarsih's hand which now also looked at him in despair.

"Malem Mr Dean, where are you going?" there was a voice of Mr. Lutfi greeting Dean who seemed to have arrived near the security guard post.

"Malem Pak Lutfi, I want to elope with Winarsih" replied Dean kalem.

Silent. Mr. Lutfi was silent. Utomo. Even Jaka who was crouching on the pavement while patting the mosquitoes on his face also fell silent.

"Ehem!! What drama is this?" Dean appears with a brown clutch on his left hand.

"Pak-" Winarsih approached Dean and wrapped her hands around her husband's right arm with a worried face. Winarsih is worried about Dean's often-overlooked remarks.

Utomo's gaze turned to Winarsih's hand which he considered too flirtatious because he had dared to touch his master's child. Jaka stood looking at Dean from toe to head.

"Sorry Sir.... I have business with Winarsih," replied Utomo began to get upset with Dean who always meddled in his affairs.

"All my wife's business is mine, too. What business do you have? Let me be horrified. Or need legal advice? I can help, too" Dean said.

"Win?" tanya Utomo glanced towards Winarsih.

"From that moment Mas Utomo did not want to hear me say. This is Mr. Dean Mas, my husband. About yesterday, I'm sorry Mas Utomo. I don't have any macem-minded. I have often said, Mas Utomo do not have to worry about me. I'm sorry too" Winarsih said, looking straight at Utomo.

"Udah?" ask Dean to Utomo.

Utomo still silently stared in disbelief at Winarsih.

"You're done, we both want to excuse yourself. My son's father in the stomach from earlier asked for satay" Dean said, hugging Winarsih's shoulder. Leaving Utomo and Jaka still standing flabbergasted.

"You're the way over here, I don't want your cheeks touched other than mine. Even if it's just the wind" said Dean, who moved to the side of the road.

That night, the security guard who was on guard was Mr. Lutfi the CCTV. Dean knew the security guard must have heard all the talk that was going on outside his fence.

Dean's initial intention to fire the guard turned into a desire to educate about opening the mouth.

And for Utomo, Dean hoped that the man would stop to chase and underestimate his wife.

The newlyweds, who tonight had to sleep crammed into the left-wing room of the house, now walk hand in hand with each other's fingers linked along the pedestrian sidewalk.

*******

On the side of the road just after Dean and Winarsih walked away.

"I'm not willing to Jak," muttered Utomo staring at Winarsih who was walking further and further away under Dean's clasp.

"It's already Ut. I told you, stop. The real man knows when to move and when to stop. I didn't mean to insult you Ut. But you saw it for yourself too. You are not handsome. But if you had dressed the same as Mr. Dean earlier. The result must have been different. Because of our problems, not just in fashion sense. But face. Come home. I'm sleepy. Tomorrow morning I'm at work."

"If Mr. Dean's attitude had been like that to Winarsih. Your distance with Winarsih is also getting further. I pray that you will be able to look at your wife like Mr. Dean looked at Winarsih earlier. Duh, I really want to add the fourth child because they see it," said Jaka as he waved his hand at a blue taxi and dragged Utomo to leave immediately.

The To Be Continued.....