LOVE WINARSIH

61. Stay Away From Me

From the stage, Dean kept glancing at Ryan who looked busy calling with a very serious face.

Dean felt that Ryan had no duties from him that night.

Disty who since then seemed to really enjoy wearing a fancy dress and glittering unceasingly smiled as she waved at the guests she knew.

Ms. Amalia happens to be pretty much the same as Disty. The woman was endlessly splashing with middle-aged women who were dressed up in a frenzy.

Every time I would do a photo session, Ms. Amalia always threw a 'Don't macem-macem' look at Dean.

The reception time is quite long it becomes increasingly felt very long. Dean was very tired, bored and felt that lying next to his wife was the most relieving thing after a long day.

From a distance, Ryan hurried to the stairs on Dean's left side. The look on his secretary's face could not hide that something had happened that day.

Curious about what his secretary would say, as soon as Ryan approached Dean immediately lowered his head. Waiting for Ryan to whisper something into his ear.

"Sir, later if the show is over we talk for a while, yeah" whispered Ryan.

After saying that Ryan slightly turned to the left of the place where Ms. Amalia was laughing while hugging a girl friend.

Dean was already very curious about what Ryan was going to say. But it seems like he still has to be patient in a moment.

Twelve o'clock at night, Ryan was still accompanying his boss in a black Vellfire adorned with ribbons. In the car, Dean leaned back and closed his eyes, with his hands raised and massaging his forehead.

None of Dean's friends attended the reception. Because of that, Disty who felt the need for validation about it, several times tried to ask Dean. Although in the end Disty had to go back to silence because he did not get any answers from Dean.

As the car pulled up on the lobby terrace, Dean jumped out without looking back. Ryan then swiftly followed the footsteps of his boss to the left wing of the house.

"Sir, Ms. Winarsih is not at home" Ryan said as he took Dean's footsteps.

Dean's footsteps stopped. With a tired face, Dean looked at his secretary.

"Winarsih where, Yan?" Dean was seen holding his breath for a second waiting for Ryan to answer. Secretary bergeming. "Winarsih can go where with her big belly? She went alone? Up what? She's pregnant big Yan." A desperate tone could not be hidden from Dean's voice.

Dean's mind was flying everywhere. Winarsih must be mad at him. Winarsih must have been disappointed and decided to leave. His wife left with their baby. Dean rubbed his face many times with the palm of his hand.

"wait. Listen to me, sir." As expected, Dean would definitely be this wrapped. "So when I just left this house to the reception building, Ms. Winarsih called me and asked for help to buy a plane ticket with a flight this afternoon. He said his sister, who had been hospitalized, had deteriorated and had to be moved to the ICU. He was worried that something would happen to his sister. His mother Bu Win is alone" Ryan explained at length. Dean's face looked increasingly pale under the moonlight.

"His sister's been sick all this time, Yan? And the cave doesn't know. You saw it for yourself, right? Until the cave wife feels the cave is not pantes to know the problem. He doesn't want a giddy cave, Yan. The cave that mostly complains to him. The cave that is too often asked for understanding without a cave has ever been what it has been feeling so far. The bajin-only cave**n yes, Yan?" Dean kicked a rock not far from his leg.

"Because Bu Winarsih know that you are also dizzy. Bu Win's intentions are good. Just don't want to burden her husband" said Ryan, commenting on a smile to comfort her boss a little.

"Mr don't worry ... Novi is now with Bu Winarsih. He was going to go straight home after delivering Ms. Winarsih to the hospital. But just now he sent a message will accompany Bu Winarsih take care of the treatment of his sister."

"Reserve our tickets, Yan. The earliest flight tomorrow morning to Jambi" Dean ordered.

"Okay sir" replied Ryan immediately.

"First, don't forget."

"Tomorrow early in the morning, I immediately invited Mr. Dean here. Now if you'll excuse me,"

Dean immediately turned his steps to head for the room on the second floor. He would pack a few pieces of his clothes into a small suitcase and make a small list of the jobs he would leave behind over the next few days.

"I picked up Mr. Dean at seven in the morning." After saying that, Ryan immediately ended the conversation.

Dean's steps then hurriedly climbed the stairs. Upon arriving at the top of the stairs, he saw Disty at the door of his room with a large suitcase.

"Why are you here?" asked Dean in wonder.

"I'm, right, living here now. And if it's not wrong .. the husband and wife should share a room," replied Disty. His fingers knocked on Dean's room door.

"Don't dream of you. There will be no other woman I have brought into this room other than my wife. In this room was also the first time I slept with him. Thanks to you, Dis." Dean laughed for a moment. His lips then curved to form a scorn. "Thank you, yeah. Now move aside," Dean asked, removing Disty's hand from her bedroom door.

Dean pulled the key out of the pants pocket, then opened the room door. He covered the front of the room door with a body to not give any gap to Disty.

"So, where am I sleeping, Dean? You don't have any feelings, anyway! A few months ago we were still friendly. Still fondling. You can still.... It's because of me!" Disty half screeched in annoyance.

"Before you decide to enter this house, where will you sleep? That's your business, Dis." Dean walked into the room and threw the door shut.

BRAKKS

The sound of the door hitting a large suitcase that Disty deliberately pushed to the front of the door.

A second after the sound that echoed throughout the room, there was the sound of the door of the room next to Mr. Hartono's work room opened. That's Mr. Hartono's room and Mrs Amalia's. The big madam of the house came out looking at his head.

"Is this, Dean? It's been a noisy midnight! Like a little boy! Let Disty Tonight sleep in your room! You haven't slept in there. You go and sleep in the maid's room!" After exclaiming so, Ms. Amalia came back in and slammed the door of her room.

Dean didn't answer a word. He just glanced at his mother's room with the corner of his eye. Disty's facial expression with her big suitcase was more irritating at the time. His house had really turned into hell.

Disty crossed her hands in front of her chest. His facial expression was full of ridicule.

"I won't be that easy to let you live quietly with your maid, Dean," he said.

"Again I say to you ... Winarsih is my wife. She is the woman who is pregnant with my son. For me, you're nobody, Dis. My home. It will never be yours. If you're going to disrupt my life in this house, we'll see who the demon is now." Dean didn't have to scream about it. Disty was quite close to him and he was sure the woman could hear him clearly.

Dean dragged Disty's large suitcase up to the edge of the uppermost rung. With a single push of his foot, the large suitcase fell rolling and bouncing on each rung of stairs with a very loud bang.

Disty shrieked as she covered her mouth with both hands.

"You son of a bitch! You're assholes!" maki Disty's. Tears of anger and sadness were welling up in her eyes.

"Mister Tina! Sister Tina!" Dean's screams blared all over the house. "Sir Tin...."

"Dee!" jeremy Bu Amalia. The woman was already back standing in front of the door of her room with a reddened face. The son he called did not look at him in the least.

Ma'am Tina appeared with messy hair. Standing under the stairs with a batik negligee and a sleepy face.

"Take this guest to the appropriate room. I'm tired! To rest! Don't let any more strangers go up to the second floor." Still in his shiny, luxurious white suit Dean stood pointing at Disty with his left hand.

A second later, Dean left Disty still sobbing with the sound of a room door slamming.

To Be Continued