LOVE WINARSIH

74. Silence (2)

I don't know what Ryan told reporters in front of the Police Station. Dean and Winarsih were still in the car in silence. Different unpleasant feelings run through the hearts of both.

Dean still clasped his wife's hand. Withholding various explanations so that the problems that are afflicting the household do not reach the ears of the employees. Especially when she was still in shock. Really did not expect that Winarsih would come to pick up.

Without the need for a Marriage Deed and all sorts of things, in a moment everyone will know that he is now married and will be blessed with children. Dean scratched his brows at that thought.

"Why'd he?" Dean's voice was so soft.

"I do not sulk," said Winarsih slowly.

"Have breakfast?" ask Dean again. This time he hoped Winarsih's answer would be warmer and not shorter. The hope was accompanied by the thought that the news that would come out tomorrow could have been about him allegedly giving a honey to his wife when she was pregnant. The public may interpret Disty as his second wife. Dean grimaced in the heart. A lavish wedding party that has cost a lot of it becomes bargain in one night.

"Already," said Winarsih briefly.

Dean felt he had to control himself at that moment. There is the mood of a pregnant woman that she must take care of. He did not want to think about many possibilities. He also did not want to think about what his mother would say later.

"I'm surprised you came all of a sudden." Dean rubbed the back of Winarsih's hand with his thumb.

"Yes, must be surprised. Kan, I did not answer the phone from yesterday," replied Winarsih flatly.

"Eh, yes .... That's because I started going into the club I had to make a recording of Dis's confession. So my phone is silent. I. I also have nothing to do, Win." Dean immediately pursed his lips. He never felt that hard when he explained something. Standing in the middle of a conference by summarizing the facts has become his daily meal. But talking to the wife he has to keep his heart is really a different experience for him.

Winarsih was just silent with a gaze fixed on Dean's hand that was so beautiful was holding his hand. The sound of a car door being opened from outside made the gaze crumble. Ryan has managed to get away from the press.

"Go home, Yan. I'm tired of taking a bath" Dean asked as he glanced at Winarsih's reaction. Intentionally emphasize the word bath so that his wife returned cherrywis reminded about a bath that should not be missed when returning home traveling.

However, again Winarsih was just silent. It was as if the woman was still dissolved in her own thoughts.

"I'm tired, Win." Dean felt he had to pull out his side of the pot by laying his head on Winarsih's shoulders. Hoping that the woman would soon melt.

"Same, Sir. I'm tired too. I can't sleep" Winarsih said flatly.

Dean straightened his body back up as before. "But I did go to that club there was a goal, Win. I don't want to tell you so you don't have to worry." Dean exhaled a little rough. He now scratched the back of Winarsih's hand.

Winarsih was silent.

"Win ... You, who, diem aja? By the way, dong, honey...." Dean's words stopped. It dawned on Ryan to be watching him from the middle of the spy ring. The secretary smiled as he saw her close her teeth. "Don't sulk, dear. Kasian my son if his mother crushes. He'll miss his father." Dean joked for his wife to smile.

"I don't sulk, sir," Winarsih replied quickly.

Dean only grimaced to hear his palace answer that sounded so classic. "Or do you want us to go eat? Where do you want to eat?" ask Dean.

"No idea, sir," Winarsih replied briefly.

Dean took a long breath. Dean understood enough. Women know everything in the world except where they eat.

"My son ..," muttered Dean, stroking Winarsih's stomach who was just sitting upright looking at the street in front of them.

There was no hope of being able to get Winarsih to talk on the way home at that time. All he could do was bring Winarsih home as soon as possible. With a sullen face, Dean could only pray that their conversation in bed tonight could save their days in the future.

"Nov, you can go home. From yesterday, right, no home yet. Rest first so that tomorrow you can come here more fresh. I have a little work for you." Dean relayed that to Novi when he and Winarsih were on the terrace. Novi nodded in understanding.

"Yin ...." Dean breathed again. This time he shifted away from Winarsih to be able to whisper to his secretary. "It needs to be paid handsomely for nyelesein problem earlier. Not even bring ...." Dean spoke with his mouth barely open. His hand grabbed Winarsih's bag of clothes from Ryan's hand.

"I can't say anything else" said Dean.

"But, right, so it's more sneaky ...."

"Tomorrow, you yeah ...." Dean's still nagging. "Lu asked one person to get a car at the Police Station earlier," Dean asked, throwing out a car key with a tone that sounded normal.

"Okay," replied Ryan directly.

"That's Novi being ushered home, yeah. Don't go anywhere else!" dean exclaimed as his secretary opened the car door.

"Yes .. yes .." replied Ryan waving. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

Ryan didn't expect Dean to turn that drastic. Now he barely even recognized his boss. Dean who was so arrogant and chatty now turned into like a millipede that was nudged every time he was near his wife.

And the thing that almost made Ryan chuckle a while ago was Dean who used to follow his girlfriend in and out of the nightclub just warning to immediately deliver Novi to the house. Dean's behavior has changed.

Dean's baby hasn't been born into the world. But the man's attitude has now overestimated the attitude of Mr. Hartono. Ryan grimaced.

******

"We're moving into my room now, yes, Win." Dean grabbed his wife's arm towards the main staircase.

"Is Miss Amalia okay? Mr. Dean will fight again. I don't want to" replied Winarsih hesitatingly.

"Win, it's me who's taking it. I don't want you sleeping in the back anymore. It's me, yeah." Dean walked up the steps one by one and Winarsih's footsteps followed him with some hesitation.

Dean reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a key. After opening the room door he moved the key to the inside.

"The key to the room I won't bring anymore. You're the one holding it. If you go, you take it." Dean put a bag of clothes near one of the closet doors.

"Tomorrow for help Novi move all your belongings here. For my clothes .. You asked Ms. Tina who was in order. Anyway you should be here don't go anywhere." Dean felt the need to reaffirm that.

Winarsih nodded then sat down to the edge of the bed. Standing in the middle of such a spacious room made it a little awkward.

"Win, if I'm wrong you say, dong. Don't cuddle me like a gini. I couldn't stand it" Dean said, crouched down and placed his face on Winarsih's lap sitting on the edge of the bed.

As Dean hugged Winarsih's waist with his head in his lap, suddenly the woman's body shook. Winarsih crying.

"Lhoa.lho. Win .. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this directly. No Ryan or Novi should have told you. Sorry, my dear .... I just don't want you to think. Sorry me. I'm sorry, Mom." Dean who had been crouching now got up and sat next to Winarsih. Repeatedly wiped away his wife's melted tears.

"I think Mr. Dean will go to jail. The drug case, right, the punishment is heavy. I have no shadow. Afraid that Dean won't come home again." Stammered Winarsih described her heart and mind mixed with the sound of crying.

"Oh my goodness, Ms. Winar .... You seem to love me. Don't think about it. Trust me, Win. Darling ... don't cry anymore. I love you. Don't cuddle me anymore. I can't stand it." Dean cupped Winarsih's face and kissed her cheek.

Winarsih still sobbing.

"Where might not come home if his wife is like this. There's still a lot you have to learn, though" Dean said, smiling as he recalled their last activity yesterday.

As Winarsih's cries subsided and turned into a hiccup, Dean lowered his head to look at the woman's face. "It's quiet, right? What if we are already victorious? I can kiss, right? I miss Bu Winar." Dean broke down his wife and kissed her with a salty taste of tears.

To Be Continued