LOVE WINARSIH

75. I Heart You's

Dean kissed his wife who was still slightly sobbing. His left hand supported the weight of his body lying on its side facing Winarsih.

"Udah dong Bu Winar, Mr. Deannya already at home. Nginep at the Police Station just chat with the officer who is picketing. I have nothing to do with that woman. I saw you again this morning. There is no more thought of the macem-macem," said Dean tidying his wife's sticky hair sheet due to tears.

"I can't sleep sir" Winarsih said.

"Sorry-" replied Dean.

"I think you must be alone and upset," continued Winarsih again.

"Yes-Sorry"

Dean looked at every word that came out of his wife's mouth and realized that none of what Winarsih had said was about Disty.

"Aren't you jealous about me being escorted by the police on her?" dean asked slightly astonishedly still looking at his wife who threw a glance at the ceiling.

"No Pak-" replied Winarsih briefly.

Dean took a long breath.

"Are you really not jealous to see me early in the morning have a chat with him even at the Police Station?" ask Dean again.

"No" Winarsih still did not look at her husband's eyes. His hands gini scratching the edge of Dean's shirt collar.

"I've met Malem since last met and kept him. You're not jealous?" Dean shifted his hand away and could see his wife's face more clearly.

Winarsih.

"Waahhh...Where is your conscience Mrs Winarsih?" Dean got up from his position and shook his head.

Winarsih was a little surprised to see the reaction of her husband who was a little bit angry.

"I mean-"

"I didn't think you could think it was just that" Dean said.

"Yes, but I don't think that"

"You don't love me, do you, Win? we are so often." Dean sat down next to his wife and looked down at the fingernails.

"I love Mr. Dean, so I'm worried. Mr Dean lamented because I'm not jealous of my ex-boyfriend?" Winarsih held onto Dean's shoulder which now pursed her lips.

"Hmmm-" murmured Dean.

"And Mr. Dean once asked me to always trust Mr. Dean. By the time Mr. Dean married me, I had fully believed in him. Even without Mr. Dean asking. I have always trusted my Father" Winarsih said.

Her hands were now gently stroking her husband's back.

"Yes, I'm not craving anymore. You stopped crying. Come hug me here," said Dean smilingly stretching out his hands. Dean managed to turn his position into a victim.

Winarsih hugged her husband tightly.

"I love you Miss Winar-" continued Dean holding his wife's head.

"I love Mr. Dean too" Winarsih replied.

"The color we love each other, so it's good we show each other now." Dean's hand moved to his favorite spot.

"You want to continue the lesson yesterday, right? I want to be a teacher again" Dean said.

"Which was yesterday?" tanya Winarsih took off her embrace.

"Just one night I was at the Police Station you forgot. How about if-" Dean's words stopped because Winarsih's hand moved to the button of his pants.

"This one?" ask Winarsih.

"Eh? I-" muttered Dean occasionally glancing at his wife's hand that had managed to remove the hook and lower the zipper.

"Ak-I need a fall first or what? Eh-" Dean's words again came to a halt as he felt Winarsih's hand was already holding onto his most prized asset.

"Certain sir?" tanya Winarsih with a plain face.

"I'll slide it there first. You stay that aj-" Dean muttered indistinctly as he absorbed the warm touch of his wife's hand down there.

"Ahhh, nice Win. But you have to bow down so you can-I want to be kissed," Dean said slowly but hopeful his wife would understand his point.

Winarsih who was still on the edge of the bed sat facing Dean who was now leaning on a pile of pillows.

Slowly the woman looked down and opened her mouth. Dean half-gaggered down to see what his wife was going to do. The tip of the man's mouth slightly lifted grimacing in worry. He was worried about what his innocent wife would do.

"You know what ak-Oohhh means, Win-kamuuu Ahhh" Dean closed his eyes.

Both Dean's hands tidied up and lifted the hair that covered his wife's face.

Slowly Dean moved Winarsih's head to follow his up-and-down rhythm.

"Aduuhh" Dean said.

It was a long time ago but it felt short for Dean.

"Because I'm tired of not sleeping at the Police Station, today you are working for both of us" Dean who still leaned back melolosi all Winarsih clothes to no noise.

Winarsih only looked at Dean's left hand which was now starting to massage his chest. While the man's right hand pulled Winarsih's body with the intention of directing it to rise above his body.

Dean's eyes could not be seen looking at the bottom of Winarsih's body as his hand was searching and pointing the valuable asset to the right place.

Upon reaching the entrance, Dean looked up at his wife's withered eyes.

Although his hands were now moving leading the movement, his eyes could not be separated looking at Winarsih who was now clutching both hands.

The chest that has always been Dean's favorite thing moves adds to the noise and rumbling down there.

The longer Dean's movement the faster which then made Winarsih groan long and stop to tighten the grip on both hands.

The woman's breath was wheezing and her chest was increasingly adorable to Dean.

"Udah?" dean asked his wife.

"Eh? what's up?" tanya Winarsih with dim eyes.

"Once again, huh? I haven't been either. Ms. Winar turned out to be more missed than I was, like," Dean chuckled.

Dean lifted his wife's waist back to move. A while long enough until finally,

"Come down here Win! I'm gonna kiss that-" panting Dean looking for a place where his mouth used to be.

Winarsih, who had now memorized her husband's habits, lowered her head forward and let the man sip in the top of her chest as usual.

Finally Dean pulled and tightened his grip on Winarsih's hip many times.

"Many Win, I think we miss the same amount" Dean then chuckles at his laugh.

Innocent Winarsih just stared at him flatly.

Still with a small laugh Dean pulled both of his wife's hands to lie down.

After pulling a blanket to cover the plain bodies of the two of them, Dean began stroking his wife's stomach.

"Mateng my son, so you can try new styles" Dean laughed again.

"What the hell is funny? from that laugh continues," said Winarsih a little frown.

"Bu Winar will know in time. Today's lesson, this way first. Later if Dean sachet is born, I teach another yes" said Dean while squeezing his wife's chest.

"To this day, you're actually learning. As a teacher I feel successful" Dean continued.

GECK!! GECK!! GECK!! GECK!!

Suddenly Dean's room door was knocked hard from the outside.

"Dean!! Dean!!" call Amalia from the outside.

"Where is the boy?" ask Ms. Amalia as to herself.

Then Dean saw his phone on the nightstand lit up without a sound. It looks like the writing 'MAMA' fills the screen.

Dean placed his index finger on his lips so that Winarsih would not make a sound. He's really tired and sleepy right now. He had little left to argue with his mother.

"Deean!!" shouted Miss Amalia again from outside. Dean's phone is still on.

A moment of silence, then the phone went out and the sound of footsteps away.

Miss Amalia is gone.

"Sir, it can't be. Her phone should have been answered" Winarsih said to her husband.

"Males ah!" reply Dean.

Winarsih who had been leaning against the pillow now rose to grab Dean's left arm and spread it out.

Winarsih placed her head on her husband's arm and lay on her side facing Dean who seemed to be thinking.

"I'm tired of understanding Mama. So every time I talk for a minute, I've been laughing emotionally" Dean said.

"If the money runs out, can be searched again sir. Science when it is too late to get also msh can be pursued. But filial piety to parents if it's past, it will never come back again," said Winarsih slowly while caressing her husband's cheek.

Dean stared at his wife's face. At this time he was amazed by the words of his wife who was getting more and more unexpected.

The To Be Continued.....

Sorry for late update yes, busy beberes for 5 days trip to 3 cities.

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