LOVE WINARSIH

59. Take Dean Off

Saturday morning, in a state of still floating heart and mind, Winarsih prepared a full breakfast for Dean who since dawn did not want to get out of bed.

"Sir, wake. That was her breakfast on the table. It's 8 o'clock. Mr. Hartono's voice has also been heard from the dining table." Winarsih sat on the edge of the bed rubbing Dean's still sleeping back down.

"I don't have to eat breakfast, Win, no mood anymore. Have you eaten? You have to eat" Dean said as he turned to look at his wife.

Winarsih's long braided hair loosened to the side. His now longer bangs, tucked neatly behind his ears. A cream-colored canal patterned with small flowers that stretched to the calf made the appearance of Winarsih that morning very fresh.

"I haven't had a bath yet, really, really," said Dean, moving his head over Winarsih's lap.

"Hey Boy are you awake?" Dean stuck his ear to Winarsih's stomach.

"Bu Winar is tired?" dean asked, watching his wife's breath feel faster than someone running.

"Cook. Her stomach got bigger so it started to gini," replied Winarsih stroking Dean's hair.

"Sir, what time will the afternoon go to the location of the event? Should you leave from the upper room?" ask Winarsih who is worried about the event Dean will go through.

Dean always avoided every Winarsih would talk about the reception. While Winarsih, just want the reception to take place quickly and the suit hanging on the knob of his closet can be removed immediately.

He's a little tired of Amalia's terror about the reception. Moreover, just this morning Winarsih called his neighbor to ask Yanto news, but again the neighbor said that his mother and sister were still in the hospital.

If there is no progress on Yanto, after the reception, Winarsih plans to tell her husband.

"Win, you really don't mind if I go in the afternoon?" dean asked doubtfully still resting his chin on Winarsih's lap.

"No, it's okay." Winarsih smiled.

"You look like these last few days are a little different. There's something you haven't taken to me?" ask Dean.

"Without sir, there's nothing. I'm fine" replied Winarsih.

"Related?"

"Related."

"Or are you still offended by what you said yesterday?" ask Dean again.

"Engga Sir. You wake up now yes.directly to the dining table," pinta Winarsih to her husband.

"Wake up, which one do you want to wake up?" dean said jokingly. "Hmmm-" Dean straightened his body looking at the window that as usual his curtain was still closed if he had not woken up.

"Tonight I must have gone home long ago. Breaking away from mom and Disty must not be easy. You believe I'm not gonna do anything, won't you Win?" ask Dean who is sitting down.

"Believe sir, I believe wholeheartedly that you will not macem-macem."

"You're jealous Win?" lirih Dean looked at his wife.

Short questions that really do not need to be asked again. But for the sake of seeing Winarsih's always calm reaction and answer, Dean felt the need to know the contents of the heart of the woman who will be the mother of her child.

Winarsih looked at her husband fixedly, then nodded.

Dean hugged his wife tightly.

"I can't go to the dinner table. I need a lot of time to spend my energy this morning. Making sure that what I left was enough and I left without any shortage" Dean murmured in his wife's ear.

The morning slowly crawled away but the back room on the left wing of the house was still tightly closed. A dozen phone calls from Amalia's mom were ignored by Dean.

The man was busy calming his wife's agitated heart. Many times Winarsih squirms and twitches under the crush of his body just to imply the belief in the heart of the woman that he has got everything from the wife.

Dean doesn't need another woman by his side.

Almost an hour Dean spent flipping, twisting, tilting the body of Winarsih for the woman to feel all the pleasure she could give as a husband.

The moans, groans and screeches of his wife who sounded soft in his ears, finally led Dean to his second satisfaction.

A few busy days and coming home from work too late made Dean release abundant warmth into his wife's body.

Dean smiled satisfied to see his wife lying down panting like she had just done a one-round run at Gelora Bung Karno.

*******

Saturday, at 17:00 a car with a ribbon decoration has been parked in front of the home lobby since.

Ms. Amalia had told Dean to hurry to meet her in the living room, so that Dean and Disty, who had been there, could both enter the vehicle.

Ms Amalia's orders were tightened as several journalists were seen to have been on standby in front of the fence since.

Ryan told Dean that Mr. Hartono issued a statement that the marriage had been done privately and attended only by close relatives.

Journalists have been allowed to cover since their departure from home.

Dean stood up wearing a white shirt wrapped in a matching vest color with a slightly shiny material.

The couple spoke a thousand languages. Busy with their own thoughts.

Winarsih had been standing with a white coat that she had been stretching out from behind Dean's body. Her chest was tight, but she didn't want to cry. Dean had to leave with a steady step and a feeling of calm without being accompanied by his overly obvious disrelief.

One by one Dean put his hands into the suit and then his tall body turned to face his wife.

Winarsih buttoned one by one white suit buttons. Her hand down her husband's chest felt the smoothness of the suit's surface, until his hand arrived at a slightly slanted bow tie.

After confirming the location of the tie slowly, Winarsih's hands rubbed and brushed off a little dust on Dean's shoulder.

Dean realized that his wife was stalling.

"You sad?" ask Dean.

Winarsih nodded still with her hand justifying everything in the suit despite the fact that Dean's look had been perfect.

"You're jealous Mom?" ask Dean again. "You crying? If Bu Winar wants to cry for nothing. Let me hug." Dean looked down at Winarsih.

A second later the woman had hugged her husband with a shaking body.

"Don't sleep first. Wait for me to come home," Dean said with both hands clutching Winarsih who was crying with a stifled voice.

The To Be Continued.....