LOVE WINARSIH

68. You Are My Home

"This vast rice field was once done by aja Win family?" dean asked with an incredulous face.

"It does not have to be a family that does it, sir, when in need of energy, the owner of the rice field usually pays the power of neighbors or relatives who can help with the daily wage,"

"Male and female labor jobs are also different. Usually easy work such as carving and planting seedlings, it was given to women his wages a day of 35 thousand and given lunch from the owner of the rice field. If lunch is borne by the owner of the rice field, usually wages are smaller. And his work is also seasonal. After selling our rice fields, my mother and I worked with Pak Harto who bought this rice field" said Winarsih who sat in a cottage made by his father looking loosely into the expanse of rice fields.

"The harvest was the most beautiful time of my life. Seeing how my parents smiled and were happy to see the seedlings sprouting to become a crouching and yellowing rice. All are the results of their own hands. Although the selling price to middlemen in my opinion is very unreasonable," Winarsih turned to Dean who was sitting leaning on the pole of the cottage.

"That's because farmers are so dependent on them Win" replied Dean.

"Yes, farmers sometimes think middlemen are their lifesavers. The middlemen are sprightly. They can be contacted to be asked to buy the farmers' crops if needed. When farmers need fresh funds immediately for medical purposes, middlemen become the answer to the anxiety of the farmers. Including us Sir. As our debt soared, the middleman easily took the rice fields as his payment," Winarsih took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Kulak has long been a scourge that regulates the flow of buying and selling crops. The farmers were not able to do more, especially to cultivate it or sell it themselves. Too comfortable with the spoiled caress of the middleman makes the farmer unable to get up faster" Dean told Winarsih who appeared to be reminiscing about the expanse of rice fields that once belonged to his parents.

"How many middlemen are there here?" dean asked again looking at Winarsih.

"How much - Maybe there are 4 people who are famous to some villages. Including his father Utomo.why?"

"Uuuu. turned out Bu Winar was his girlfriend's son who was the ruler of peasant products. His relationship pantes become like a legend here-" Dean pokes his wife's arm in imitation of Putri's movements.

"It has begun to eat the nonsense of Putri as well as it turns out," said Winarsih pouted.

Seeing Winarsih's reaction that seemed to dislike when he mentioned Utomo's name, Dean shifted his seat to take his wife.

"Don't sulk. Later his son in dalem tau. I don't want to be obeyed by my daughters. Especially at night," Dean wrapped his hands around Winarsih's body and kissed the woman's cheeks and ears with anxiety.

Winarsih laughed amusedly because of Dean.

Still sitting next to each other and his hands still wrapped around Winarsih's body, Dean pulled his wife's head to lean against her chest.

"You don't want to buy your rice field anymore Win?" dean asked suddenly with a serious face.

"I left for Jakarta with that promise to Mom. Maybe someday, I can definitely take it again from Mr. Harto," Winarsih said while inhaling the scent of perfume that emanated from Dean's shirt.

"What if one day was today?" Dean looked down at the top of his wife's head.

Winarsih let go of her embrace and looked up at Dean.

"I don't have that much money, sir, yet" Winarsih said plainly.

"You have Mrs Winar, but you haven't noticed. You also pay for Yanto's operations with your own money. I'm moving all the possessions I have into yours. The treasure I sought with my own hands and the treasure my parents gave me, all I gave to you Winarsih. I don't want that woman to take anything from me. So, don't ever leave me Miss Winar. I have nothing but you and my work in your stomach. Now you have all the most precious things in my life. Including a prospective baby boy whose body is flowing my family's blood. This afternoon, we're going to the middleman's house. And I promise you that the ownership of this paddy field will be in your hands again,"

Winarsih who had been looking up, now slowly lowered her head because she heard what her husband said.

Her chest was so full of happiness. Not because of the wealth Dean gave him.

No. gabe. He used to live a simple life and was always grateful for what he had so he could not want what was not his.

Winarsih felt so happy to know that Dean, thinking it was so valuable and had such an important meaning in her husband's life.

What Dean had just said was the most beautiful thing Winarsih had heard in her entire life.

The affection for Dean, now more and more crowded in his heart. Winarsih increasingly craved the man who was hugging her at this time.

Dean is her husband and Winarsih will not let any woman hurt or take the man away from her.

Their eyes stared meaningfully at each other. Winarsih could feel a deep affectionate look emanating from Dean's eyes at that moment.

"Yes-" said Dean with an untouched look of his wife's pretty face.

Winarsih's two hands then slowly grabbed her husband's shirt to pull the man's face closer.

For the first time, Winarsih kissed her husband.

The kiss was long. The welcome from Dean whose heart was also filled with happiness, made them dissolve minutes in the sweep of each other's lips.

When the kiss ended, Dean held his wife in his arms.

The couple sat leaning against each other facing the expanse of rice fields. Two pairs of their legs stretched out and seemed to swing because of the happiness that was hurting their hearts.

"I want you to know that I'm never leaving

'Cause I'm Mr. Snow, 'til death we'll be freezing

Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons

So come on, let's go"

"Let's go below zero and hide from the sun

I love you forever where we'll have some fun

Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily

Please don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas, baby"

(Snowman - Sia)

Dean sang a piece of the song that described his heart at the time by changing a bit of the lyrics.

When he finished singing, Dean repeated a line of words to his wife.

"You are my home-" said Dean.

"That means you're home to me, Win" after saying that, Dean lowered his head and kissed his wife on the forehead.

"I'll learn the song Pak-" Winarsih said plainly.

Dean smiled amusedly.

From a distance, Ryan waved his hands at them. Dean's secretary seemed to tiptoe holding Novi's hand so as not to slip walking on the grimy rice field.

The To Be Continued....

On the back porch of the room, with a cup of coffee and accompanied by raindrops made me dissolved in romance.

As promised, one chapter followed for Dean's fans.

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