LOVE WINARSIH

66. Dean's Gallery

Dean returned with his wife's hand, still wearing a wet cloth, to the kitchen door. Time almost showed at 8 p.m.

"Sir, are you sleepy? want to sleep now?" ask Winarsih to her husband.

Dean looked at his wife who was dragging a negligee around his neck. Winarsih's question was very ambiguous in her ears.

Actually, his wife just had to ask if he was sleepy. No need to add to the following sentence 'want to sleep now?'

What in the area there, to sleep alone should be explained later or now? or Winarsih meant to ask about something else?

Not without reason Dean so upset because of that trivial thing. Since then he was wondering whether tonight would visit his son or not.

He was worried Winarsih would find it outrageous and not understand the situation.

"I cook first, Mr. Dean, I haven't had dinner yet. But tonight we eat something. What's in the kitchen" said Winarsih who had changed clothes and combed her hair.

Dean nodded.

"I'm temenin,"

Despite having removed his wet cloth and having worn a negligee. With wet hair conditions, Winarsih even looked more beautiful that night.

Dean was wailing in his heart.

Cook the rice first. Then lower the basket stuck on the ceiling to look for the chicken eggs that are always available.

That night Winarsih made an omelet, soy sauce sambal given slices of chili, onions, tomatoes and peeled two cucumbers to be a vegetable substitute.

The aroma of the kitchen is filled with the aroma of an omelet that is appetizing.

Nearly an hour later, Dean sitting in a wooden chair had faced a steaming plate of rice and a plate of omelettes.

Winarsih put a pair of cutlery on her husband's plate.

"Tonight I'm the one who took Mr. Dean's life and can only live this now. Tomorrow I'll taste better,"

Dean smiled at the simple dish and could not answer his wife's words because his hand immediately split the drug's egg right in the middle. Very symmetrical.

Dean is known as a person who is always neat and detailed since childhood.

After Dean prepared his rice into his mouth, Winarsih had just started eating it.

Winarsih's heart that night was very happy. Yanto has been assured of treatment at a new hospital. His mother's face was already looking fresher as if the burden had been partially lifted.

Although still have to wait for the results of the Yanto operation in the next few days, Winarsih has been very grateful.

And tonight, Dean sits at the small dining table of his parents' house enjoying a simple dinner of his cooking with a cheerful face.

Despite Ms. Amalia's treatment of him, Winarsih was so grateful that God sent Dean to her.

Finished dinner, Winarsih unfurled a thick blanket to coat the thin mat as their bed.

"Is this all right, sir? or want to sleep in the room?" winarsih asked Dean who was sitting against the wall.

"Nothing," replied Dean.

Winarsih then took out a piece of paper from inside the drawer and started making folds.

"What do you want to do Win?" Dean was curious about his wife's activities.

Winarsih pulled a canned plate from under the cupboard and placed a fold of paper on it.

"For this sir," Winarsih burned a mosquito repellent and put it on paper.

"Let's not a lot of mosquitoes" continued Winarsih as she pushed back the canned plate to the bottom of the closet.

Looking at Dean who had only been watching his work a little uneasy. Winarsih approached her husband.

"You want to sleep now?" Winarsih crouched down next to Dean and held her husband's arm.

"You sleepy? Let's go to sleep, "pull Dean over his wife's arm to go to their clean bed with two pillows and two folded, checkered sarongs near the pillow.

Dean picked up his pajamas and boxer who had been sitting on the suitcase, "I changed my clothes first."

A moment later Dean had been lying next to Winarsih with a tense face. Winarsih unfolded the sheath and stuck it to the leg.

The woman tilted her body to face her husband. Dean wrapped his left hand and rubbed his wife's back.

His eyes were closed but his mind was flying everywhere. Winarsih is his wife. He had never felt awkward or awkward to touch the woman's body.

"Sir," said Winarsih.

"Yes" Dean replied with his eyes closed.

"Emm--me-" Winarsih's words came to a halt.

"What?" dean asked slightly releasing his gaze to look at Winarsih's face.

"I want-"

Winarsih placed her palm on Dean's cheek. Then the woman's hand went down to her husband's chest and stayed there for a long time.

"One night I didn't see Mr. Dean, I missed it. I think there is less. Thank you for coming here and accepting everything in my life. Thank you for caring about Yanto" Winarsih's voice choked.

"Everything I do should be Win,"

"Thank you sir" a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

"I married you with all the things you have Win. So are you. You marry me and with everything I have,"

Winarsih hugged Dean for a moment then let go of her embrace. She looked back at her husband.

"Is there anything you want to say again? tell me Win, don't keep anything that stifles the chest. I'm your husband,"

"That's Sir,"

"What?"

"I miss--"

"And now we're done-" Dean fell silent to realize his wife's intentions.

"I mean the kangen? Want to visit again?" ask Dean.

Winarsih clenched her mouth and nodded.

"So that's what sleep means now or later, this is?" asked Dean to convince himself.

Winarsih nodded back. Dean laughed out loud.

"Kok laugh?" tanya Winarsih pouted.

"It's okay. By the way, it's clear that dong Bu Winar. So Mr. Dean wasn't alone, either" Dean laughed again.

"Soyal Mr. Dean is also kangen-" Dean lifted Winarsih's chin and landed his kiss in a hurry.

His left hand began to raise the Daster Winarsih quickly. And instantly his eyes were treated to the sight he had missed all night yesterday.

Dean pulled the sarong at Winarsih's feet to cover some of his wife's heavily exposed body.

"Oh, so this is the function of this sarong cloth so you put it here?" dean asked as their kisses slipped.

"No sir, it's for the feet" said Winarsih who was embarrassed by Dean's question.

"Ah, that's okay, ma'am" Dean chuckled.

"I miss this Win" Dean continued, looking down and massaging his wife's chest. His lips began to wet the top of the chest which now had a slightly darkened circle.

The sound of Dean's lips clucking at the peak of Winarsih's chest made the woman groan. The woman's hand began to caress, pull and scratch the back of Dean's head.

"Pak-" said Winarsih.

"Not Win yet" Dean replied in a hurry while changing his wife's position.

"I miss this one, too" said Dean, pulling off his subordinates and bowing between his wife's legs.

"Pak-" Winarsih's leg twitched along with the gentle bite she received down there. The woman's breath was already panting.

"But Win, really misses me," Dean looks more excited again showering his wife's sensitive parts with a kiss and small bites.

Winarsih repeatedly twitched with breath and looked down to see her husband down there.

"Pr-"

"Ga-hold that one?" Dean got up and pulled down his pyjamas.

"Hmmm-kangen really this taste," shriek Dean began to swing his body. His hands changed the position of his wife's feet many times to make her more comfortable.

As his swing grew faster, Dean lowered his head to bite slowly at the top of his wife's chest.

Dean's eyes closed along with the release of something warm from his body into Winarsih's body.

His lips again kissed and bit the small top of his wife's chest until reddened.

"Emang really yes Win, the boy's paradise under the soles of the mother's feet. But the father's paradise is between the mother's legs" Dean chuckled as he straightened his wife's legs.

While pulling the sarong cloth to cover his wife's body, Dean whispered :

"Yes, you're sleeping." said Dean kissing his wife's forehead.

"Usually twice-" Winarsih muttered almost inaudibly.

"Wow. Ms. Winar, your progress is very rapid. I feel more and more needed in your life" Dean rubbed his wife's stomach.

The To Be Continued......