LOVE WINARSIH

84. Incident

"His hand was in his pocket?" asked Winarsih when she just walked into the room to see Dean tidying up her shirt.

"Dear baby" replied Dean without turning his head.

"What color is it?" tanya Winarsih looked through dozens of ties rolled up in a waist-high white wooden cabinet.

"Navy - Skinny Tie. Slimmer tie and small blue color Dongker. Navy means blue dongker. Skinny means skinny and tie means tie" replied Dean at length.

"Well Mr. Teacher," replied Winarsih pulling a tie from his place.

Dean stretched his legs to equalize when Winarsih came in with a tie in his hand.

"What are you cooking? I need laper's energy" asked Dean.

"Cast basil fried rice. Today Mr. Dean has breakfast with my family. Mr. Hartono has just returned from out of town. Maybe I want to talk to her son" Winarsih asked her husband.

"Yes, there's Papa. Are you okay eating by yourself?" ask Dean again.

"Not alone, breakfast with Mbah and Mba Tina. I cooked a lot. The shopping money from Mr. Dean is also a lot," explained Winarsih smiling.

"Clear dong. Lawyers in Danawira's must prosper" explained Dean Jumawa.

"Udah done. Here I check the shirt first," said Winarsih who then grabbed a suit draped in a hanger and thrust it into Dean's hand.

Finished getting dressed, Dean again saw his appearance through the tall glass in the corner of the room.

"It's amazing that your husband looks like this is Bu Win" Dean said as he raised his tie.

"Yuk get down," Dean asked. Winarsih nodded and entered into Dean's hand which stretched out to him.

"I went straight to the back, sir" Winarsih said as they arrived at the bottom of the stairs.

Like seeing a ghost, Winarsih hurriedly left Dean still standing watching his footsteps. His heart was so sad. So afraid his wife met with Amalia and saw herself noisily again with her parents.

"The house is already more adorable, De" said Mr. Hartono as Dean sat to the right of the old man.

"Lumayanlah Pa, compared to yesterday." Dean scooped the fried rice onto his plate.

"Papa took you yesterday to Si Atmaja's office. How's he doing?" ask Mr. Hartono.

"It's still so. There's actually something Dean wants to talk to Papa about, " Dean said.

"Papa knows. Papa knows De, it's okay. Fika talked to Papa all of them. You go to the office of Si Atmaja too Papa can't possibly not know." Mr. Hartono nodded.

Ms. Amalia sat in silence listening to the Father-Child conversation diligently.

"This is the fried rice, like a new recipe? Mbah never cooked like this," said Mr. Hartono again.

"The dinar that Pa cooks, is it good?" dean asked smilingly looking at Mr. Hartono.

Suddenly Amalia put down her spoons and shifted her plate to the side.

"Why Ma?" ask Mr. Hartono.

"Mama's appetite is gone. Why put the food that is not cooked here. Mama didn't want to eat the maid's cooking. I'm assuming there's no one, '" when Bu Amalia got up from her seat.

"Still in the morning Ma" said Mr. Hartono.

"No, Mama called Dean's wife that. Winarsih there's nothing wrong with Mama" murmured Dean.

"Why is it wrong to be your wife! Sampe wants to get pregnant. Her fault. I don't think he has any other choice" said Ms Amalia.

"What does Mama mean?" asked Dean in a high voice.

"De-" Mr. Hartono looked at Dean as if saying 'already'.

Dean put down his spoon and stood up from his seat.

"Go there! why eat one table with Mom? Don't put anything the woman cooked on this table!" ma'am Amalia exclaimed at Dean's back away from the dining room.

Only two spoons had fed his mouth, but a commotion had begun. Make his appetite disappear instantly. Dean walked away from the dinner table because she didn't want Amalia to scream any louder. He did not want his wife to hear the harsh things her mother said.

Dean had already walked towards his home lobby when he heard the sound of slippers rushing up to him from behind.

Dean turned to look back, "h-h-h-don't run."

Winarsih who wore a light blue channel with a shirt modeled past her knees, walked in haste with her big belly.

"Why Win?" dean asked walking over to his wife who was holding a small bag.

"Here, I brought you breakfast. Dean hasn't had time to eat." Winarsih thrust a small red bag containing provisions.

"Eh? how do you know? you've been horrified, I left first yes," said Dean lowered his head and lightly kissed his wife's lips.

Dean got into the car while carrying a small red bag. Along the way Dean was relentlessly staring at the provisions placed in the seat next to him. It was the first stock a woman made besides Mbah, for him.

Until arriving at the office, Dean supported him with a striking expression through the ranks of the table containing employees.

His happy and happy face could not be hidden like a boy who had just received a birthday package from a fried chicken restaurant.

"For dong," seduced Ryan at his boss who was opening his box upon arrival in the room.

"Have a son! why marry!" dean's looking for a spoon in the box.

"Married first?" satirical Ryan.

"Lu get married first. Whatever you want to cave, don't copy that one," Dean replied scooping his name.

"What's the cave schedule today?" ask Dean.

"Just until the afternoon there was a hearing in the court. Two court sessions on the same day. The second trial is the judgment hearing." Ryan read the writing while scrolling through his tablet screen.

"OKAY. Theothers?"

"Mother Winarsih's house is almost done. A little longer than it should have been, but it's all been well covered. Want to see the last photo sent to me?" ask Ryan.

"No need to make a surprise. The house is maintained and yan, if the cave boy has been born, we must go there." Dean took out a glass of water and gulped down its contents.

"Aahhhh, it's good to eat these loving dishes" Dean said. Ryan who heard the words of his boss just sneered.

**********

At 19:00, Dean left court after a discussion with a judge.

"Yan, you're back?" dean asked Ryan on his phone.

"Well, get out of the office, why?" Ryan asked from across the phone.

"Gua needs an important file for tomorrow morning. But it's okay if you walk. The cave's back at the office." Dean ended the conversation then headed to his car parked in the courthouse.

Dean sat back in his room alone unpacking the contents of several maps looking for the files he needed. Tomorrow morning, he plans to go straight to court to conduct the final trial of one case.

The phone on his desk was shaking. When he saw the picture of him kissing Winarsih on the screen, Dean smiled.

"Yes? wh why? Miss Winar is missing?" ask Dean.

"Well at 10 p.m., no news. Already eaten?" ask his wife's voice across.

"Not yet Ma. I no longer want rice, ntar masakin mi instant kuah our memories are yes," Dean chuckled.

"Yes, what do you want. It's malem, the work is continued tomorrow again," replied Winarsih.

"I have to make a lot of money, Bu Winar. My savings are over." Dean tidied up the map on his desk with one hand.

"I asked Mr. Dean to come home quickly, not for money," Winarsih's voice was heard sulking.

"My wife is getting spoiled now. I walked out of the office. This is the basement car park. You wait for me yes, wear the thinnest negligee." Dean laughed at his own words.

Dean pocketed his cell phone and got in the elevator and got down to the basement floor. Slightly rushed Dean towards his car which was located on the right side.

A man who was heading towards him was humming lightly. It's unclear what the song is, but Dean thinks the guy must be having a great day.

BRUKK!!

Suddenly the man hit Dean from the left side. The man's smile came to a halt and after hitting Dean, he left in a hurry.

Dean stopped his steps, his stomach ached and something warm seeped through his suit and shirt.

His left hand felt his stomach and his hand immediately pressed against his stomach which was spitting out fresh blood.

The man had just stabbed him with a sharp weapon. Dean looked up where the man was going. But his ears heard the sound of footsteps from the opposite direction.

The footsteps came from the back of the car he was looking at.

"Who?!" dean asked still tightly gripping the wound on his left abdomen.

(From Author : Playing Fake - The Tech Thieves)

A man almost on par with Dean wore a black leather jacket with the same colored hat that protected half of his face.

The man was different from the one who stabbed him earlier.

Suddenly the man ran towards Dean while pulling out a kind of dagger from the back of his pants pocket.

Dean dodged to the right by shaking his file bag towards the man and running towards the car. His left hand kept pressing his stab wound.

Upon reaching the car door, the man again aimed a kick at the door to prevent Dean from entering.

Still with one hand, Dean hit the foreign man's gun with the bag back to the front.

As the man lined up a step back due to his punch, Dean clamped his rearview mirror with his elbow and gave a kick to the man's chest.

The man fell to the floor right in front of his car. Dean hurriedly grabbed the door of his car and went inside.

One quote, the car engine was on, still with one right hand Dean inserted the gears and pressed the gas pedal deeply intending to run over the man who was still lying groaning holding his chest.

Fortunately for the man, just before Dean's car tyre reached his feet, the man rolled to the side.

Sweat had soaked his forehead, Dean continued to drive his car to P Kebayoran Hospital.

"Yan-Yan--Call ER Hospital P now. The cave stabbed people in the basement of the office. It's two people. Left stomach. The cave is going there." Dean talks to Ryan who's connected to the car's speakers.

"OKAY. The Hospital now. I immediately left. Don't speed sir!" ryan answered without asking.

"Might not be speeding. The cave is still being followed. Black SUV car that the other day had overtaken the cave on the road," said Dean grimaced and pressed his wound that felt increasingly throbbing due to the friction of the seat belt.

"I'm telling your wife now?" ryan asked for approval.

"Later if the cave is already in the hospital" Dean rubbed his sweat with one hand.

"good. Mr. Dean needs to be conscious. Not much blood?" ask Ryan to keep Dean conscious.

"Cave followed Yan, Black SUV. The plate is the same as yesterday. It's in the cave records."

CIIIITTTTS

The sound of tires squeaking on the wet night streets after the rain. A fairly heavy spatter is still sprinkling the windshield of the car.

"The Fuck!! hit the cave from the side. Want the cave to die today? no eyewitnesses?" dean's murmur increased the speed of his car ahead of the Black SUV that had been trying to crash into Dean's car.

"Sir! focus the road to the hospital!" ryan is still on the phone.

"Gua wants to make a car this item hit the road divider. The cave is near the hospital" replied Dean.

Dean slightly reduced his speed and took his car towards the fast lane on the right side of the road. As he expected, the Black SUV was coming back at him at high speed.

With the right calculations Dean moved the gear to the lowest number then stepped on the gas pedal as deep as possible. the Black SUV behind him crashed into a road barrier separating the main street and the inner-city expressway.

"Success Yan!" peek at Dean panting.

"Gua is almost the same" said Dean unfinished, his gaze turned to the right side where a blinding light came.

At a crossroads a few hundred meters from the hospital he was targeting, another Black SUV drove at high speed towards the right side of his car.

Just for a second and Dean slammed to the left still in his seatbelt. His head swung to the left and back to the right hit the window of his car.

The airbag that immediately expanded made his body straight forging his chair. His hand felt weak could no longer suppress the wound on his stomach that still continued to bleed.

"Sir! Mr Dean! Mr Dean!" call Ryan across the phone.

Dean, whose chest was pressured by a bundle of airbags, couldn't move even answer Ryan's call.

"Sir Dean! position in which? I want to nyampe! don't sleep. Stay Conscious! Mr Dean! I'm at simp-" said Ryan stopped.

Dean felt like he was in space. Swinging and crashing in an empty space unknown to him. His gaze darkened and the sense of his stab wound was fading.

"Win-" call Dean down.

His eyes begin to close. Dean thought that night he could not eat instant boiled noodles made by Winarsih who became his favorite.

Ryan's car arrived at a corner where Dean's car was surrounded by some people who did not dare to approach him.

the Black SUV that hit Dean is no longer visible at the scene.

"Oh God!! Shi**!!" Ryan got out of the car squeezing his hair with a cell phone in his right hand.

His gaze was fixed on a white Range Rover whose right side shot inward.

The To Be Continued.....

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