LOVE WINARSIH

83. Early Cramps Day

Dean had just finished soaking up Winarsih's entire body while squeezing and massaging each of his wife's limbs.

Winarsih obeyed all the things her husband asked her for that night. Even when Dean twisted and played the peak of her chest for too long, Winarsih just waited patiently until all her husband's desires were fulfilled.

Winarsih is now really thinking about what it would be like if she had to breastfeed her baby all the time if her Baby Father just acted like that.

Dean left many reddish patches on his chest and neck. And the top of his chest was now reddened.

"Isn't it all right, Win? everything is the same you belong to me," Dean said when he realized that Winarsih kept looking at him while sipping on the top of his chest for too long.

Again Winarsih just smiled amused even though sore. The man who was playing with his chest was very handsome. Moreover, the man was also not dressed.

Time had already shown past midnight and Dean had finished taking his match rations as usual.

"Oh-oh-oh" cried Winarsih as she stepped out of the bathtub. Since then his legs have continued to bend because they are doing the next scene in the bathroom.

"Whhy why? which pain? It's Win? or which one?" dean asked crouching massaging his wife's calf.

"Kram" Winarsih said.

"I'm wearing a bathrobe. Good thing it's done, yeah," Dean said.

"What?" tanya Winarsih grimaced.

"Yes shower. Yeah that too-" Dean murmured softly.

"This is where I dry her hair. Can go slow, right? I can't carry Win. You're so big about it" Dean continued.

"Great-great-" muttered Winarsih pouting.

"I mean her big belly. You are not big. I don't mean to say you're fat" Dean cut quickly.

"Fat-" muttered Winarsih again.

"No. Who said you were fat? you're curvaceous, sexy, bohay." Dean, who was also still wearing a towel, led his wife to sit on her dresser chair.

Winarsih was still a little pouting.

"Am I fat now?" asked Winarsih while staring at her reflection in the glass. His cheeks did look more stocky and stuffy.

"No. You've been more beautiful since my son's pregnancy" replied Dean, taking a towel and drying his wife's hair.

"But I am fat sir" whispered Winarsih.

"No. You are plump and sexy. That's why I can be filthy. What are girls doing so skinny? for me whose hands are more active, I like the one that contains your kayak." Dean said as he plugged in the hair dryer cable and turned it on.

"Bu Winar can insecure as well as it turns out. Mr. Dean always said, do not think that should not be thought of. Since meeting Bu Winar, Mr. Dean has always been able to do it twice" Dean continued.

"You mean before I met you, Mr Dean, just once? same who? he said it was never so." Winarsih further bent her face.

Dean felt pale and mispronounced again.

"Emang never. Yeah, that means I'm acting independently. I usually only once. You are tired if there are no combat opponents. I know how good it is twice since trying it on you when I-it's also your fault. Why are you so big, I'm so hard to focus. That's why I don't like other men looking at you." Dean is giving me a slippery eel. His hands continued to dry Winarsih's hair like a hairdresser.

"So my fault yes," muttered Winarsih glancing at her husband through the reflection of the glass.

"Yes" replied Dean.

"Therefore you must sleep on my side until morning" continued Dean again.

"Sit down, I'll take your clothes." Dean stood up to the closet.

A moment later he came back with a negligee his wife used to wear.

"This one, right?" dean asked Winarsih who was sitting with her hands pressed back.

Winarsih nodded then her hand stretched out to take the negligee out of Dean's hand.

"I'm the makein" said Dean pulling the robe knotted on his wife's belly.

When the bathrobe opens and returns showing a pair of beautiful breasts that are preparing to save ASI, Dean murmured :

"Oh Win-I'm actually hard to share this with."

Five minutes later Dean had finished dressing his wife. And he himself took off the towel and put on his pajamas.

"Udah done, it's over. Let's go to bed. Kasian my wife's leg was cramping," said Dean tidying up the pillow.

"Sir," call Winarsih.

"Yes?" Dean looked at his wife.

"I have not used the daleman," said Winarsih slowly.

Dean laughed out loud at one in the morning.

"I forgot. Drought dalelolosin daleman ya gini so. No need to be made. Who knows, Dean Sachet needs to be visited again later. Come on over here, lay!" Dean spread his hand out to his wife.

Dean patted the pillow so that Winarsih immediately lay his head there. As his wife lay down, Dean pulled a stroke of his wife's hair and kissed the woman's forehead.

"You sleep, I take massage oil to stretch your calves." Dean half-raised to grab his desk drawer.

A while later, Winarsih had half closed her eyes with one leg on her husband's lap.

Winarsih sleeps on her side hugging a roll that she used to make her stomach. Dean rubbed his legs with oil and gently massaged his wife's legs.

Winarsih's breathing was in order as Dean glanced at his wife and smiled.

"Makasi ya Win, you already want to keep my son in your stomach. Could you throw away my son, because I don't know" murmured Dean himself.

Silent for a moment, Dean rubbed the oil on the soles of his wife's feet.

"So I met a business rival Papa and fussed for a bit in his office. Actually I know the impact must be huge for all of us. But my pride is bigger than my fear of Win" Dean continued.

"May Papa and Mama be strong if the storm comes again yes Win. You also have to be strong. Sorry for not being able to make you a household full of tranquility. Sorry if Mama can't be a good in-law for you yet" said Dean slightly choked.

"But I always try to complete it all for you. I will always try to fill every empty part of your life. Do you know Win? if time could be turned back again, up to the events of that night. I'm not gonna change anything. Because when you stepped foot into this house, you were actually sent to me Win." Dean smiled as he put Winarsih's feet down and pulled a blanket over his wife's body.

As Dean lay down next to Winarsih, the man rubbed his wife's stomach. Dean patted his wife's thigh slowly and closed his eyes.

A second later, Winarsih blinked at the tear from the corner of her eye.

The To Be Continued......

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