LOVE WINARSIH

67. Meet the Village Reporter

Dean was still crouching against the bucket full of water he had just finished weighing.

"Cock just seen sir?" asked Winarsih who was standing in front of the bathroom door with a towel.

"Cold Win, can I take a shower at the hotel? wait for Ryan to come here," Dean stared at his wife.

"No way, I have to take a shower now"

"Mandy dong,"

"Unable to speak so" Winarsih said.

"Emang why?" ask Dean again.

"It's only the dead who are being bathed sir," replied Winarsih kalem thrusting a towel.

"After joking very cool Win," Dean scowled taking the towel from his wife's hand and closed the door.

That morning Dean called Ryan and asked his secretary to come by noon.

After finishing a plate of fried rice and an omelet, Dean forced Winarsih to take her to see the rice field where Bu Sumi and himself worked all this time.

"Who's crater is Win?" asked Dean who was now dressed neatly as if he was going to the mall.

"It used to belong to our family, sir, but since Dad had a stroke and needed treatment, Mom sold the rice field to a middleman. My mom and I worked there again. So daily labor," explained Winarsih.

"I want to see the rice field?"

"Paddy is everywhere the same, sir,"

"But I want to see the rice fields of your former family, dear-"

Hearing Dean call him affectionately, Winarsih immediately responded.

"I change clothes first yes," Winarsih opened her clothing bag and saw one by one the clothes she brought from Jakarta.

Dean sat down near him.

"That's it, that cream-collared dress" Dean said.

"The color must be good for your skin" Dean continued.

"This one?" tanya Winarsih lifted a dress that her husband meant.

Dean nodded.

"Change the clothes here, don't go anywhere. I want to see" said Dean with a smile.

According to her husband's request, Winarsih immediately changed clothes with what was suggested by Dean earlier.

While in town, Winarsih's appearance has changed a lot.

When she was outside the house, she never tied her hair again. His long bangs are now neatly combed to the side and sometimes stuck behind his ears.

When his wife finished dressing, Dean got up from his seat and his fingers combed Winarsih's hair.

"Your neck should always be covered, and the whole dress you have buttons should be up to this limit" Dean's hand tidied up the shirt-shaped collar.

"Don't let another man see these two things of mine" Dean touched and gently massaged his wife's chest.

Not a minute to touch, Dean again held his wife's cheeks and sipped the lower lip of Winarsih which was open to a very loud clucking.

Dean seems very anxious to see Winarsih who looks more and more beautiful.

After Dean bit and poked his wife's lips for a while, the man let go of his wife who looked breathless.

"I just want to kiss you Mom, don't want to sleep now. You're already gasping for breath" Dean replied chuckling.

And Winarsih who blushed directed a pinch to her husband's stomach. Dean caught the hand and kissed the palm.

"I like my wife's change more now" Dean murmured as he slipped a piece of hair behind her ear.

Dean was already standing under the wicket the door facing the front yard, as his eyes went around like looking for something.

"Find this, right?" asked Winarsih while crouching down and giving a pair of brown Loafer to the front of her husband's legs.

"So I cleaned up. A little muddy on the edge. Mr. Dean fit her clean-up wear like this," Winarsih patted the pair of shoes and smiled looking up at her husband.

Dean stared at his shoes which were already very clean compared to when he had just arrived at his wife's house.

Will Dean glance at Winarsih who was just a maid who rarely met him?

Did you know that his heart is very happy to have someone like Winarsih as his companion?

"Yuk sir," asked Winarsih after hooking the door of her house.

Dean clasped his wife's hand and walked away from the yard.

"That house belongs to your family Win?" dean asked a little backwards.

"Yes sir, that's my father's only legacy. Although the shape is very simple, but we all feel safe because we do not need to contract a house. So make a living just to fill the stomach," Winarsih grimaced looking at Dean.

Dean turned back to the house at a glance.

With their hands still together, the two husbands and wives walked down the alley to head for the big road.

Called a big road, actually the road is not too big. If two cars are running from the opposite direction, one of them must succumb to the edge so as not to touch.

Almost a 15-minute walk away, Winarsih invites Dean to turn to a street located on the left.

"Persawahan is located at the end of the road there, sir, in front of this ranks of middlemen houses in our village. Large house," explained Winarsih while sweeping the view to their left where there is a row of houses that have a large yard.

When crossing a shop,

"Win! Whoosh!" a woman's voice was heard shouting her name.

Winarsih's footsteps stopped, and looked for the origin of the sound.

"Bu Sutri turns-" said Winarsih.

"Well, it's true Winarsih turned out! I pangling. Now it's getting pretty. Where have they never been seen again? some say you work in the city, go with Utomo but you go home alone, are ham-" Miss Sutri one of the middlemen's wives who was in the stall hunting Winarsih with various curious.

"Utomo what is Win?"

"Geeh!!" Dean cleared his throat. Mrs Sutri turned to Dean who was standing with a sour face.

Looking at her husband's expression, Winarsih was slightly horrified considering Dean who was always good at answering people's questions sharply.

"Include Mom, this is my husband" Winarsih said to the middle-aged woman who was staring at Dean.

"Eh, this is her husband Winarsih. Mba-Mba Miss!! This is loh, Winarsih. Former prospective mantu. Mba Mis came here first," Putri called another woman who was in the stall.

Another middle-aged woman looked out of the stall with a lazy face staring at Winarsih.

She is Utomo's biological mother who desperately rejects Winarsih's relationship with her son.

"Winarsih is married to someone else, Mba Mis, you don't have to worry about your handsome son marrying her," said Bu Sutri insinuating Ibu Utomo.

Dean slightly looked at the trivial gaze that Mother Utomo threw at his wife.

"This is her husband Mba, real handsome! what's-his-name? work in Jakarta too? same with Utomo? Utomo is said to be working in an office right now, Mba?" asked Bu Sutri while following Mother Utomo's arm.

"Me meet Dean Danawira Hartono, LL.M. I'm a lawyer in Jakarta,"

"The son of Mr. Harto, the middleman. Lawyer too but use S.H last name. Is Dean any different? What lawyer? Can you defend people in court, too? Belajar-belain that criminal? it's like that," said Bu Sutri pretentious.

"I graduated from law school at the University of California, Berkeley. Master in Business Law. I'm a special lawyer for business law, ma'am, can't buy a chicken. Usually take company," replied Dean smiling.

Winarsih glanced at the face of Dean who was trying to patiently answer the babble of Bu Sutri. Winarsih had to gently wring Dean's hand to give strength to her husband.

"Wih, it works great Mba! Lawyers. Means not the same office Utomo ya-" Madam Sutri again poked the arm of Mother Utomo who was smiling stiffly.

"Not an office with Utomo, Utomo working in my father's company," Dean seems to have to make Mother Utomo's stiff face more rigid.

"Huh? Mba Mis, that's Mr. Hartono's company, right?. Eh yes!! Your husband's last name was Hartono, too, Win? Winarsih Minister's son-in-law? I didn't expect it, either" Miss Sutri who was one of the village reporters laughed patting Winarsih's shoulder.

"Definitely Winarsih happy now. Utomo who works at the company alone is proud not to be arrogant. This whole village knows where Utomo works. Especially as his son-in-law, Win? Your husband is also a wonderful handsome gini. It looks like a movie star. Good thing you did not approve of Utomo's relationship with Winarsih ya Mba," Putri who seemed to have a personal grudge to Utomo's mother laughed again.

Dean just smiled amusedly at the drama of the mothers of the residents of the stall that morning. I can't wait for Dean to meet Ryan this afternoon. He had to make sure that Minister Hartono's besan house had to exceed the middleman's house at the intersection of the road.

The To Be Continued.....

The happy weekend gaees..

Jejaks yes.jejaks :*