LOVE WINARSIH

77. Get Out of My House

"I've had an appointment with the hostess" Disty told a woman standing near the door of the living room.

"Udah, it's okay. You leave me. I'll call again" Ms. Amalia told a woman who was her personal assistant.

Ms. Amalia made sure her Assistant was completely gone, then her gaze lifted towards Disty who was tapping on the floor with her heels.

"It turns out that nothing happened in accordance with my wishes and your plans" Disty said to the place where Ms. Amalia was.

"I've followed everything you've asked so you don't continue to get hold of my family" Ms Amalia replied.

"Mom should be able to arrange for your child!." Disty's scream spread to the back room.

"You think you're the only one who feels hurt here?" mrs Amalia asked from where she was sitting.

"I always want to know what I want!" call Disty who is now in front of Amalia.

"What is it that early in the morning you've been looking for a storm in people's homes? the laper? want to eat?." Dean stood under the door with both hands in his pocket.

"Where is your wise-assistant?" tanya Disty turned her eyes to Dean.

"Two ask ama you, what do you need to go to people's homes early in the morning? you have no shame now!" dean's cynical look on Disty that looks to display a rage on his face.

"You want to use that last way you andelin? want to use it for cave slander? Dennis Atmaja, do you know what you're doing?" dean asked as he walked closer to Disty.

"Shoppers!!" pekik Disty's. Quickly the woman's hand grabbed a plate and threw it at Dean.

LAD!!!

The destroyed plate hit the wall behind Dean. Ms. Amalia was seen squealing and closing her mouth.

"Have you ever known the scope of article 167 paragraph (1) about violations of home security? or have you ever heard about chapter 49 verse (1) of the Criminal Code? Sneaking in someone else's household and causing disruption to household order?" Dean stood up against Disty who was only three meters away from him.

"That's why you're so excited about your college here!" bentak Disty's.

Dean walked up to Disty and lowered his head on the left side of the woman.

"Gua already know what you mean here, before you nyari noisily bring the cave wife. Mending you ngasi tau Old Bangka Dennis Atmaja about you now. Or is it the cave that knows him?" dean whispered in Disty's ear which instantly widened.

"Lu is anji man**!" maki Disty's. "The two promises will drag you and your family to jail." Disty turned around leaving Dean.

"Wait on! don't go yet!" shouted Dean.

Dean headed for the guest room located in a corner of the first floor not far from the grand staircase.

It wasn't five minutes for Dean to get out of that room while groping a suitcase.

"Don't stay anything about you in the cave house. It's unclean!" sergeant Dean pushed the suitcase to the floor.

"You have to pay for all this!" disty said with trembling lips.

"Whatever! just get out of here!*" reply Dean sharply then leave Disty.

(*Serah! please get out of here!")

Dean is really fed up with this endless problem. By risking all the worst possibilities. Dean only believes that Mr. Hartono, his father would agree with him.

STIRRUP!!!!

Ms. Amalia again screeched and covered her mouth.

Dean turned to look at the back of Disty who was opening the back door of her car and dumped the suitcase into the back seat. A moment later the woman had already left with the sound of car tires squeaking.

As she was about to go back to the back, Amalia stood up from her seat.

"Mama wants to talk to you" Amalia said as she walked into the living room.

Dean followed his mother without question.

"Can't you help Papa you anymore?" ms. Amalia asked shortly after throwing herself on a sofa.

The woman's face looked pale. It was clearly her most profound fear about her husband.

"Mama's acting all this way for your Papa." Ms. Amalia grazed her clothes with her fingertips many times.

"Dean can no longer afford Ma. It's like a time bomb that has to explode one day. Dean and Papa will both get in trouble. It's just a matter of time. Dean had to choose which one Dean had to finish first. Sorry Dean," said Dean who sat next to his mother.

"But Mama didn't want you to marry that Maid Dean. My mother's expectations are high for you. My mom expects better. Don't blame Mama" said Ms. Amalia in tears.

"I'm sorry Dean couldn't live up to Mama's expectations. But Winarsih is not wrong Ma. She's carrying Dean's child because of Dean's fault. And until this moment, Dean never regretted Dean's actions. Because maybe if it wasn't Dean's fault, Dean wouldn't have married a woman like Winarsih." Tears spread in her eyes.

"Dean loves Winarsih Ma. Don't make Dean have to choose between Mama and Dean's wife. Dean can't," Dean choked.

"And you can't make Mama accept your wife either" cut Ms. Amalia flat.

"Allow Dean to show Mama, if Dean's decision to marry Winarsih is the best decision Dean has ever made in his entire life. She's the woman who's pregnant with Dean Ma's child. Mama hates him just because his background is not the same as ours. That hurts Dean." Dean wiped his tears many times.

"There will soon be news of your Papa. You put your Papa in this position, so you have to get him out." Amalia got up from her seat.

"And if you take the woman to your room, try not to let us cross in this house," said Ms. Amalia then passed away from the family room.

Dean rubbed his face many times to remove the trace of tears that he had been unable to hold back.

The first tears after the last dozen years of his life. The outwards are unstoppable because the mother who does not consider the presence of the woman who has been married.

With a steady step Dean walked back to the officer's dining room. There he saw Winarsih still sitting with a plate containing his fried rice that had not been eaten earlier.

"Cock not eaten? ntar the son of Mr. Laper dong in the dalem," said Dean rubbed his wife's head.

Winarsih looked up at Dean then shifted her chair slightly away from the table.

"Sir Dean is okay?." A simple question that made Dean's defense seem to collapse.

"You've heard the noise, huh?" dean asked half crouching in front of his wife.

"My son in the dalem isn't fussy, is he?" dean asked again as he hugged his wife's waist and placed his face on her lap.

"No, Mr. Dean's son is in this belly, good boy. Never took his mother. Just like her Father," replied Winarsih tidying Dean's hair and then stroking her husband's cheek.

The defense is collapsing. Dean tilted his head and tightened his embrace to Winarsih's waist.

"Win..dadaku tight" shrieked Dean with the corner of the eye that dropped the bulir again.

The To Be Continued.....