LOVE WINARSIH

53. Ms. Winar

That day, Disty intends to buy a pair of two pairs of shoes for her wedding reception which will be held next month.

He's been trying every way to get in touch with Dean who seems to be disappearing like smoke.

Disty repeatedly called her boyfriend's mobile number, but never answered. Even a few times Disty came to his office, Ryan the secretary who was just as son of a bitch as his boss never told the truth.

Even when Disty contacted Ms. Amalia intending to go to the house, the woman was only willing to meet her outside.

Several times they met outside discussing about the wedding in cafes. Disty was really curious about Dean's current whereabouts and news.

Disty was sad, why Dean had changed so much since that night. Though he had a little undo the intention to humiliate his beloved family.

She just wants to be like the other couples planning their happy day together. And yesterday, when Disty called Ms. Amalia, she said she was sick and had not yet gotten out of bed.

So that afternoon, Disty went to the largest mall in Jakarta to buy shoes as a pair of luxury dresses later. Ms. Amalia left a credit card to pay all her bills later.

Disty felt a little amused by the woman who gave birth to Dean. So afraid of the woman his family's good name tarnished and became a talk among his association.

After leaving his car keys to the valet officer, Disty sauntered into the lobby mall.

His steps went straight to an escalator from the Ground floor to the 1st floor.

That afternoon Disty was still wearing his office uniform in the form of a super short span skirt with a gray blazer top.

A pair of dark-colored stockings and 10-centimeter heels wrapped around his level legs.

Disty is used to the views of women or men on him. She realized that the word sexy was one of her charms. And Disty liked the look of the man who looked longing as he passed in front of them.

Like Dean when they first met. The man was so crazy about her. Dean was very adept at kissing and could make her fly into the sky even though they were still fully dressed.

Disty boarded the escalator with her right hand checking the important messages that had just entered the phone. His head had kept his head down ever since he stepped foot onto the escalator.

But when he raised his head, he saw the one figure he had been looking for all this time. Standing right in front of him was only one rung of stairs while holding the left hand of a woman who was not wearing footwear.

His heart is like a squeeze. How could Dean, who is still his girlfriend and will marry him next month but now stands next to a woman dressed in village clothes while carrying the woman's rotten shoes.

Disty instantly realized who the woman who was next to her lover was. Although his knees were limp, Disty tried hard to follow Dean's steps who seemed to have the same goal as him.

From behind them, Disty observed every inch of the woman's body and clothes.

Since when Dean who was nicknamed the 'King of Complaints' could accept such a woman to walk next to him.

Camping clothes. What year was that woman Dean was holding?

Disty's eyes can not be separated to observe Dean's footsteps leading to a famous shoe outlet that only exists in Jakarta. Expensive shoes with the brand CL, the price of one pair of sandals can only cost a motorcycle.

Dean, always trying to avoid her, seemed to lead the maid to sit on a sofa. While Dean himself went walking down the display rack and took three pairs of flat shoes with different shades.

The man then squatted on the legs of the woman who had been sitting with eyes not separated from Dean. Disty almost laughed out loud looking at the maid's facial expression that looked so amazed by the boutique interior that she might not have seen in her entire life.

Dean is really good at finding new women. It turned out that this man was now on a frugal mode, Disty thought.

Disty was still outside the boutique, occasionally her hands were busy photographing what Dean was doing. He doesn't know what he's going to do next.

Because to be honest, Disty was also afraid of Dean's reaction to him later. He was also worried about the people in the boutique who would look strangely at him. A beautiful, sexy and fashionable woman is cheated on. And the rival woman is a village woman.

Disty shook her head. He would be ashamed too.

While thinking and weighing, Disty saw Dean who seemed to have gotten a pair of shoes suitable for the woman was now smiling and his hand rubbing the belly of the woman who was staring at him.

Disty realized something that could not hold back her steps to get into the boutique.

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Dean went down the shoe display rack and found three models of flat shoes that he imagined would be more beautiful in the flat yellow legs Winarsih.

He crouched back on his wife's feet and rubbed them over and over again to make sure that no sand stuck when the shoes were worn.

When Dean brought the three pairs of shoes before Winarsih, the woman was a little surprised to see the price listed.

"Sir," called Winarsih with a troubled face as Dean's hand held onto his ankle.

"No need to do this, sir. Just ordinary ones. The important thing is to be comfortable," said Winarsih.

"Bu Winar doesn't have to worry. This one must be comfortable on the feet. Anyway I bought it for his mother a boy who's here." Dean rubbed Winarsih's stomach to loosen the frown on his wife's forehead that looked anxious at the price tag.

Winarsih looked down at her feet and then started smiling at her husband.

Suddenly...

"Dean!! Goddamn bum!! You bastard! You can make it like this! Why did you bring this village woman here?? Cheap girl! look at the eyes of a rich man! No shame on you! Without dong!" The sudden voice of Disty shouting next to them greatly shocked Dean.

For a moment Dean and Winarsih were silent looking at the woman who stood folding her hands across her chest with reddened eyes almost spilling her tears.

"Eh what the hell are you?" Dean stood staring intently at Disty.

"What did you say? What are you doing here? I'm nanya!! Next month we get married, but you're here to bring your maid! You mean what Dean? Are you really taking me noisily? Are you ready with all the risks I've ever taken?" disty shouted again, her voice almost filled the boutique room.

Some guests had already devoted their attention entirely to Dean.

A boutique saleswoman approached Disty and held her shoulder to calm the woman down so as not to disturb other visitors.

"Mbak, sorry. Can calm down first. Other visitors can be disturbed" said the salesperson.

"Diem you! I don't want to stay here for long either" said Disty, shaking off the hand of the saleswoman on her shoulder.

"What kind of man are you? I'm satisfied with the same I'm now falling to the maid. Down the appetite now? Go to the maid?" fierce Disty.

"Your mouth! What is your business the same? Are you ready for me? Family?" dean said half a whisper.

Dean turned to the salesman and nodded to call him.

"Mbak, sorry. I take three of them, this is the card, which two pairs are entered into a shopping bag only. This one is to be made with my wife. Please enter these shoes." Dean handed over a card and a pair of Winarsih leather shoes to the saleswoman who was already crouching put all the shoes in a hurry.

"Your wife? Your wife? Since when did she become your wife? Why are you taking this girl shopping event? WHY??" disty shouted increasingly annoyed at Dean who ignored him.

"What game? Who are you setting me up? I bought something for the wife who was humming my son, something wrong? Where's the harm to you?" dean asked no less cynically.

Dean glanced at Winarsih's hand that was beginning to look agitatedly over her lap.

"Shoppers!! You impregnated this maid? Goddamn it!!" Disty pushed Dean's body.

The salesman came back to Dean.

"Yet Mama? Okay. Thanks-you-" Dean received three paperbags with cards and pieces of receipts.

"Come on, Mom, we're home." Dean extended his right hand to Winarsih.

"Basic-ass" Disty's hand floated toward Dean's face.

Disty's hand was a few centimeters away from Dean's face when Winarsih's hand quickly caught the hand of the woman who was about to slap her husband.

"Sir, if it's just insulting words, I'm okay with it. But if you want to slap Mr. Dean, I will not let you. Now he's my husband. And last night we agreed that I would take his life." Winarsih releases Disty's hand.

"Come sir, we're going home. My son doesn't like this noisy horror." Winarsih dragged Dean's hand out of the boutique.

Dean turned away in disbelief at what he had just seen and heard.

Winarsih walked straight and steadily towards the escalator. Dean looked at his wife's face, which remained calm as usual.

"Well, Miss Winar. You're so great. You are becoming more and more dear." Dean rubbed his wife's shoulders.

Then Dean felt the phone in his pants pocket vibrate. As he glanced at the flaming phone, the screen read "MAMA".

Dean put his phone back in his pocket and continued to rub shoulders and Winarsih's back.

The To Be Continued.....

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