LOVE WINARSIH

88. Love Winarsih

"You saw the news last night, didn't you? the news is less clear but it's like his son Mr. Hartono deh. Single accident due to neglect. Drunken."

Utomo who had just finished eating that night came to Jaka who was watching television in the living room of their mess.

"No squirming. This is not on television either," replied Jaka who moved the television channel one by one.

"I think Winarsih is wrong with her husband. Just a while ago her husband was herded into the Police Station when another woman was caught in a drug raid. Now it's bad because of drunkenness," Utomo told Jaka.

"But the next morning it was Winarsih who picked up her husband at the Police Station. Winarsih looked at the relaxing television. Even more beautiful" replied Jaka.

"The sunlight covered the behavior of her husband Jak! yes, so that the baby is born there is a father. Which woman wants to get a husband like Mr. Hartono's son," cynical Utomo.

"Many Ut! your sheep are careful when talking about the superior child. Get used to being objective and not speculating. The contents of your pot depend on the contents of your mouth Ut," replied Jaka who was playing the dangdutan show on private television.

"Jak's opinion, what Mr. Hartono's son does not have a job or how. Free for the handsome and high school but the behavior is minus." Utomo threw his body in the chair next to Jaka.

"That's-this is you. I think your behavior plus Ut. With this talk of yours, I came to understand the words that I have often heard lately" said Jaka.

"What's that?" ask Utomo.

"Don't take care of yourself, because there are neighbors who will. Like you are now. Busy taking care of people." Jaka stuffed a piece of fried yam into his mouth.

"I was curious, did Winarsih nyesel same marriage as Mr. Hartono's son huh?" tanya Utomo stared at the television with a contemplative look.

"No, regret is like yours alone. Mending you konsen to pedekate with Miss Dewi," said Jaka looked at his best friend.

"I chatted yesterday. Pake new hape, but the balloons are dibales. Maybe there is no quota anymore" Utomo said.

"Mother Goddess? no quota? there is no real taste." Jaka looked back at the television. Utomo punched his best friend's arm.

"Later try to take lunch again" Utomo said.

"Don't be too frugal Ut, the woman should not be a rich man. But at least share. You are the same Winarsih first, like a single seed, but you want to harvest a truck. Yes heavy Ut!"

Utomo again reflected on Jaka's words about his research so far. Actually, Miss Dewi there replied to the message, but Utomo who was a little bit upset at the guts because he saw the appearance of the woman became a little careless continuing his approach.

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"From several workshops, no one received a black SUV with a broken front" Ryan said from the edge of Dean's bed.

"The news of the cave accident is quite quiet so there is no community who ngeh if there is a black SUV car entering the workshop because the front is dented. What's more, the cave reports a single accident." Dean swiped the tablet screen with the finger of his right hand.

"Yes, the news is that Mr. Dean is driving alone," Ryan pointed out a news site.

"Find the ex-employee Dennis Atmaja Yan. Maybe he's got a former chauffeur or a former gardener. Search everything. If you think the cave is really, one of its former employees, he must have paid for the cave piercing. Investigate a former employee who came out recently, investigate his savings account fund flow. Take that to the agent we hired."

Dean spoke to Ryan with his right hand trying to raise the uniform of the patient who had been draped over his dislocated shoulder.

"The agent we've hired is now waiting for the new Disty out of the hospital" Ryan said.

"Say the same stupid Agent! no need to follow him anymore. It was clear he had just taken his shit. The pay must be the cave stab! So the spy agency is a moron for mercy! why wait for abis-"

"Where's Win?" dean asked his wife.

"Buy snacks. More and more laper now. Eating rice alone is not enough," replied Winarsih put his shopping on the table.

"Why don't you just tell Novi? you're tired of having to go down to the lobby again" Dean said.

Winarsih walked up to her husband and stood on the left side of the spot where Dean had been trying to raise his patient's uniform over his shoulder.

"Novi is tired sir, since yesterday he must have been sleep deprived. I pity. Partly if only to go down to the lobby, I can still really," said Winarsih while hooking the hospital uniform to Dean's shoulder which was battered by a cast.

Dean glanced at Ryan and a slight movement of his head asked the secretary to end their conversation.

Ryan who understood what his boss meant immediately took the tablet proffered by Dean and went towards the sofa grabbing his bag.

"I'm out first sir. By late afternoon, I'm also looking for food" Ryan said.

"Lu talked about the cave earlier, also looking to eat Yan," sneered Dean. Ryan who heard that only grimaced as he stepped outside the room.

"Where is Win now?"

"I told him to go home for a while, so he can clean all the clothes, take the clothes," said Winarsih who sat on the edge of the bed. Her hands were still busy tidying up her husband's hospital uniform.

"You see, now we're both alone" said Dean who turned his head to the door was in a closed position.

It was Dean's second day in the hospital. The surgeon had just visited the afternoon to check his surgical scar that had dried up and was progressing.

"Win, here. Deket me. Don't go far. I'm kangen. Two malems do not sleep in your nguwel-nguwel. Cook you don't miss me." Dean's free-moving right hand shook to signal Winarsih to move to his right side.

Winarsih smiled at her husband's behavior. Although the woman could not hide the grim look on her face.

Seeing the usual cheerful and nimble Dean now lying with so much weight on the body, making Winarsih's heart very sad. He memorized very well Dean is the type of person who does not feel at home for a long time sitting.

The man liked to walk with his hands without letting go.

"Kiss me Win" said Dean. His hand reached for Winarsih's waist which was quite a distance away due to his wife's old pregnant belly.

Winarsih tidied Dean's hair, then cupped the man's face with both hands.

Winarsih kissed her husband gently and slowly. Dean closed his eyes and enjoyed his wife's sweet, warm lips that afternoon.

"Don't stay alone Win, I don't want my body touched by the nurses even if it's just to change my clothes. I asked Winarsih's love to take care of me here. Sorry to take a lot of your nicotine," Dean said as he released a kiss and his finger rubbed Winarsih's lips slowly.

"Winarsih's love is not for Mr. Dean to ask. But Winarsih is stale," replied Winarsih looking into her husband's eyes.

"I really love you Mom" said Dean smiling.

Winarsih again grabbed her husband's face and again gave a soft kiss along with the escape of a few tears that afternoon.

The To Be Continued.....