LOVE WINARSIH

8. Crackle

Ms. Amalia repeatedly knocked on Dean's room door, but there was no answer from inside. After pulling out his phone and calling his son's number, a cell phone voice came from behind the door.

The sound of a key playing from within rang out and before long Dean's head poked. Her eyes looked swollen from having just woken up from sleep after hearing a rowdy sound at the door.

"Yes Ma?" ask Dean.

"Want magrib, get up. The shower keeps going to the dining room" Ms. Amalia asked Dean.

"Dean has no appetite Ma, Mama-papa anything that eats first. Later if the laper, Dean can go to the kitchen directly and ask to Mbah" said Dean while putting on an expression will yawn. Ms. Amalia retreated and shook her head.

"It's hard to be a normal woman in this house. Having two men in my life did not make it easy at all," said Bu Amalia.

The woman realized how hard it would be to persuade Dean if he had decided something lately.

Dean did not respond to Ms. Amalia's nagging and closed the door again.

For a moment he scratched his head looking stale.

Actually, he didn't want to oppose Mr. Hartono at all. He loves his papa. Who is a child who does not love his parents if both parents have given all the best things in this world.

But Dean wanted to be given the confidence to decide something good in his life. He wants to be given some leeway in his choice. It could be that if Mr. Hartono let himself decide something, he turned around to follow what his father said.

A while Dean sat on the edge of the bed looking at his phone that was already crowded with notifications. After a storm with Mr. Hartono at lunch, he decided to ignore everything and sleep.

Though Saturday, but a barrage of people who send him messages like not understand the holiday. Top order, Dean saw Disty's name. He skipped it for a moment to look for another more important message.

Finding one important client name who asked him about the licensing issue of his mining company, Dean immediately replied to the message.

Dean had not opened Disty's message, yet nothing to imagine the contents of his message that looked to number dozens of heads already hurt.

Then he stepped into the bathroom, despite not eating with his parents, at least he had to take a shower to refresh his head.

His body was already a few minutes under the shower. His head recalled what his father had said about Disty.

Her father said Disty went into the hotel with the officials. Which office? When's?

Her relationship with Disty the past year has had no significant problems other than getting caught up in blessing issues. Disty repeatedly asked to be introduced to both parents. And Dean, as always, just squealed in wanting to put it off.

It's not that he's less manly to hang up a relationship with the woman he loves, but Dean feels something is uproar if his papa doesn't approve of the thing he's working on.

And now, his papa says Disty, who a few weeks ago urged him to a proposal ring, is now said to have gone to the hotel with one of the officials.

Mr. Hartono has never spoken lies or fabrications in his entire life. Inevitably, Dean's little heart trusted what his father had said this afternoon.

What's he supposed to do? Ask Disty directly?

"Hi honey, are you going to the hotel with the office?" The idea of that absurd question popped into Dean's head and he immediately shook his head violently.

Dean squeezed the liquid soap container attached to the corner of the wall, and began to polish his body. He remembers his first meeting with the woman.

At a nightclub, when Dean was drunk was being hosted by his client.

Disty came with two friends who were acquaintances of clients whose companies were under the management of Danawira's Lawfirm permit. Disty was beautiful that night. She looked like a woman from the upper class.

Her hair was dyed brown as a wavy shoulder at the bottom. Her eyelashes are thickened with the extension technique. A gray contact lens adds to the glamorous impression of Disty's face which is fully polished by make-up. That night the drunk Dean was so fascinated by the very feminine and polite Disty. As it turned out, Disty's luxurious look, was much different from the woman's actual life.

After knowing the woman for some time, Dean only found out that Disty was the backbone of the family that had long been left dead by his mother. While his father, live hitchhiking in his rented as a hobby of drunken unemployment.

Dean didn't mind the woman's poverty at all. Maybe it has been his fate since a long time ago who always fell in love with women who are not from the same circles as him. Dean fell in love and loved the woman. Or perhaps more precisely Dean pityed Disty who always worked desperately to support his father and younger siblings.

Dean understood if Disty's insistence that he wanted to be married, none other than because the woman wanted to immediately escape from the bark of his father who was like a leech. Dean closed his eyes under the shower. The words 'Disty went to the hotel with an official' kept ringing in his head.

In a year of their relationship, Dean never messed with his girlfriend. Repeatedly, Disty often took him overnight at the top or went on vacation to Bali together. Dean didn't support it. Dean could not bear to ruin Disty's future for his satisfaction. Although not necessarily Disty is still peraw--.

Dean shook his head hard. It is very evil of him if he thinks like that to his lover. Dean turned off the shower and stepped on the bathroom mat. Water was still dripping from his chin and the straight ends of his hair.

What should he do to Disty now?

Tonight the woman must be looking for him and want to take him outside.

*****

That night Dean wore beige chinos and a shirt top with a cubban collar; a shirt collar model that had no buttons on the top. That night the fresh, fragrant Dean dressed like a man going to the beach.

Dean walked out of the room and set his foot toward the dining room. It's deserted no one. The sound of his footsteps wearing a pair of rubber slippers rang out on the floor.

His stomach is hungry and he hasn't responded to Disty's message yet. Before replying or picking up the phone from the woman, at least she should prepare her energy first.

Dean continued to head towards the kitchen looking for someone he could meet please prepare his dinner.

"Where the hell is it? Going out on Sunday night at this hour is already on a runaway play," murmured Dean as he looked into the kitchen.

It had occurred to him to go to Mbah's room which was located only apart from one wall with the front kitchen. But then Dean took it upon himself to feel sorry for the old woman who had taken care of him from that little girl.

Dean's foot descended the two steps into the lower front kitchen of the main building. He opened all the hoods and closet doors that he was expecting to keep dinner side dishes. He doesn't care if he has to prepare his own food.

Bored of not finding anything, Dean stepped into the dirty kitchen and went straight to the car garage not far from the rear kitchen door.

The phone in his pants pocket is shaking. Disty's name with a red heart emoticon filled the screen. Of course keeping such a woman's name is not one of her styles. It was the act of Disty who had escaped his supervision and managed to tinker with his phone.

"Hello?" answer Dean. Finally he decided to answer his girlfriend's phone because he already intended to go outside.

"Where were you going?" spray Disty across.

"I'm sleeping, so tired. Where are you again?" ask Dean.

"I'm in V3 again. There's a birthday party. You come here dong, from noon I call you can't," said Disty with a sulking tone.

The woman asked Dean to come to a famous club in Jakarta. Across the phone Dean heard the sound of music pounding loudly. This one Disty hobby is actually a bit less suited to Dean who is basically a home guy.

"Yes, I'll go there later" replied Dean briefly.

"Don't be too late" said Disty, who then ended the conversation after hearing an answer that Dean would soon catch up with him.

Dean often visited nightclubs, discos or KTV because of the banquets of his clients who more often demand to such places. For a man of any size, Dean is not very strong at drinking alcoholic beverages. Even among his friends, Dean was known as a man who did not need to drink much to get drunk.

After weighing in at heart, Dean decided to head straight to V3. After a long day at home due to a fight with his dad, maybe spending his Saturday night with Disty at a club can entertain him a little. He'll have dinner there only .

As Dean pocketed his phone and stepped into the large kitchen courtyard, his faint ears caught the voice of a man shouting someone's name from the outside. Dean's footsteps reflexively approached and figured out the origin of the sound he was hearing.

His gaze immediately fell on something that felt unusual. While standing a short distance away from a man who was in front of the door of the maid's room at the far left corner of the house, Dean finally understood what was going on.

Maid lover who just worked in the kitchen and lately often compared his papa with Disty seemed to come flanking. The man Dean saw two weeks ago delivering his girlfriend to work at his house looked like he was pushing something.

At first glance Dean heard that the kitchen maid refused what her boyfriend said, but it seemed that the man who had lost his mind did not understand rejection.

Dean stood under the dim yellow light that bounced off the pool. The yellow bamboo plant trimmed flat as tall as an adult waist did not cover the scene he was witnessing right now.

Dean grieves shame and half wishes the man who seems to have been very pushy to stop his activities. For a moment Dean turned his gaze toward a small clothesline in front of the room.

She saw a short-sleeved shirt and a red skirt that the youngest maid wore yesterday. Dean's memory is especially good if he has to remember three pairs of flashy clothes his aides wore throughout the week. Hanging next to the skirt were some underwear with a very simple model.

Dean cringing. The sighting of the contents of the clothesline further enraged Dean with the scene that was going on in front of him. Because of the village man who had dared to do strange things in his house, Dean became awkward thinking when staring at the clothesline of his maid.

"Hey!! This is the home of good people, if you want to do nothing, not here. The whole house can fuck!" Dean was surprised because the words spontaneously came out of his mouth just like that.

The maid's lover was immediately shocked and turned around. The maid's face looked very pale when she found out Dean had been standing there. The woman immediately took two steps back from her boyfriend. The look in his assistant's eyes clearly emitted a great amount of fear when he saw her standing there.

"Sorry sir" the maid muttered in a trembling voice that could not be hidden.

"Who's your name?" ask Dean. He asked not because he did not remember, but for a moment Dean did not know what to say when he caught people who were caught trying to do something strange.

"Utomo, sir" answered his assistant's lover who turned out to be named Utomo.

"I didn't ask you," retorted Dean without looking at Utomo.

"Winarsih Sir," muttered Winarsih slowly.

"That's your boyfriend? Why did you get here? Don't know the rules in this house? Who gave him permission to enter? The Rojak? I fire him later" spray Dean.

Though it is clear that there is no way he can fire Rojak from the house as long as his father is alive. Rojak was Mr. Hartono's favorite security guard.

"Sorry sir, I was allowed to enter for a moment. Want to take Winarsih outside," explained Utomo with his head half-nodding either to say hello or apologize. He was a little worried that Dean would actually fire the security guard who had allowed him in.

Dean's height of 184 cm and standing on a brick path also makes it easier for him to peek into Winarsih's room whose door is wide open. The bright lights of the room revealed the contents of the woman's room that had almost nothing.

Dean's gaze circulated observing the contents of the room which was very sad in his eyes.

The state of the room was exactly like no one occupied it. The treasure of Winarsih seemed to be only a few pieces of clothing that were in the clothesline. Even tonight, the woman was wearing the same clothes as when she first came to her house.

Dean is getting fed up with Winarsih's lover. Want to feel good about touching women but do not want to spend money. Basic crocodile man no capital, meaning in the heart. A man who wears a shirt with a collar that is still stiff because this new does not remember buying a two-piece piece of clothing for his lover.

Dean who has often met with various types of clients in an instant can enter Utomo into the class of selfish miserly men.

"Sorry sir, can I take Winarsih away now?" repeat Utomo again.

"can't. Winarsih can't come out. I'm laper," Dean said.

Winarsih and her lover looked at. "So...." Utomo's sentence is hanging.

"So you come home this malem, Winarsih must cook food for me. Hurry Winarsih! I'm laper. I haven't had dinner." Dean hurried away leaving Winarsih and Utomo in sight.

Without saying goodbye or saying anything to Utomo, Winarsih hurriedly locked the door of her room and hurriedly followed her master's son to the kitchen.

The To Be Continued.....

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