LOVE WINARSIH

9. Suddenly Cook

Winarsih felt her life fly away for a moment when she heard the distinctive clap that her ears heard.

Whether since when Dean was standing near the yellow bamboo plant watching them, Winarsih did not know.

From his very fresh appearance, Winarsih could guess it seemed like Dean had just finished a bath and the man went looking for something to the kitchen but could not find it.

He remembered that his employer's son had not seen his nose since lunch with Mr. Hartono.

Winarsih was so ashamed of Dean. His commotion with his father who often mentions his name lately makes him want to have a good reputation so that Dean can no longer corner him.

When Dean said he was hungry, Winarsih went out of his room and locked the door.

He really did not want Dean to look back and see him linger in front of Utomo.

Winarsih was worried that Dean would say something again in front of Utomo and put himself to shame.

In fact, he did not have time to say goodbye to Utomo to immediately go to the kitchen. Last seen, Utomo was still stupefied at the door with his curly hair that was neatly combed back and gave off the classic pomade scent of the fathers.

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Winarsih walked down quickly following Dean's footsteps along the brick that led to the main kitchen door.

Upon arrival at the main kitchen where the staff was processing groceries, Dean stopped. Both of his hands were still in his pocket.

The man stood up like he was thinking.

"What do you want me to cook?" tanya Winarsih slowly

Dean turned to look at him with an unarticulated cynical expression.

"Last night" said Dean flatly.

"Everything was distributed to the officers until it was over. Mr. Hartono asked," replied Winarsih in a barely audible voice.

Dean sighed in annoyance. Actually he could have gone straight from there to V3. Disty must have been waiting for him. But it doesn't feel good if it doesn't make things difficult for this new maid.

"Instant noodle cooking. That's delicious. Hurry along!" dean's still standing in the middle of the kitchen.

As soon as he heard the command word with the high tone that Dean just uttered, Winarsih was electrocuted.

The woman opened the doors of the cupboard that usually stores food for cooking.

Dean's position in the middle of the kitchen made it a little difficult for him to move to and fro.

"The father can wait in the dining room, the cooking will not be long. Soon I will deliver," said Winarsih.

"This is my house, you are the one who is shrewd. It's up to me where I want to be" said Dean.

Winarsih was silent about Dean's words. His heart was a little upset because his master's son was like intent on punishing him for the incident earlier.

The pot of saute pan he used to cook soupy food was located in the cupboard just behind Dean's feet.

Winarsih crouched as much as possible not to nudge the leg of Dean who was still standing behind him.

A few minutes long crouching there because the closet door could not open completely, Dean shifted his legs and turned around.

The man looked at Winarsih who that night tied her hair high ponytail and combed her ponytail forward neatly.

In front of his maid's room, Dean could not see her face clearly because she was turned away from the light.

Apparently, the maid could also wear lipstick. He must admit, Winarsih does not need to wear a lot of polish to accentuate his sweet face.

Dean's gaze fell down and momentarily glued to look at Winarsih's cleavage poking out due to the woman's squatting action.

The hand of the yellow-skinned village woman managed to grasp the handle of the pot in the closet.

Just as he was about to stand up, he realized Dean's feet had been standing towards him. Some time Winarsih's eyes pounded on the clean white toenails in front of him.

The toenails must never step on the muddy especially mud so they do not have to gouge the side that holds the soil grains every nail cutting.

Winarsih. For a moment their views met. Winarsih looked at Dean's pair of eyes that were slightly narrow and seemed haughty.

Dean's hair fell off tonight covering part of his forehead. Her lips were as attractive as they would smile, but it turned out, "What do you see?" ask Dean Sinis.

Winarsih slightly jumped up, her sudden movements rose from her squatting instead nudging Dean until the man took a step back.

Winarsih's ass is worth counting, making Dean managed to get away from where he cooked.

After saying "sorry" quietly, Winarsih quickly put the saute pan on the stove and rushed to the refrigerator looking for additional seasonings to use to cook instant noodles.

Dean clucked in surprise if the maid also seemed to deliberately throw him out of the kitchen with a sudden movement of his buttocks.

"I'm waiting at the dinner table. Hurry along! Don't let my appetite go!" dean orders him to leave the main kitchen. The man's voice echoed in the kitchen.

In less than twenty minutes, Winarsih had walked into the dining room with a tray filled with bowls of noodle soup with billowing smoke.

Winarsih sauteed slices of garlic and onions over a small flame, then added cauliflower, sweet mustard and chunks of chives into the noodles.

After boiling, do not forget a little slices of cayenne pepper and a pinch of fried onions that are always available in kitchen jars also add a delicious aroma that strikes in the air.

Dean noticed Winarsih's presence from the footsteps coming from behind his chair. Slowly the woman pulls a bowl of noodles from the tray.

For a moment Dean stared at the contents of the bowl tastefully. Realizing that the maid was not there to give a spoon, Dean looked up to look at Winarsih who also seemed to stare in admiration at him.

I'm not surprised by what. Because of the instant noodles kuah made, or either because of his handsome face.

Maybe just this time the maid saw a much handsome man other than her fumbling boyfriend, Dean thought. Dean shook his head a little.

"Snoon," said Dean. But Winarsih just silently looked at his face.

"I said spoon. Do you think I ate this with my hands?" ask Dean sarcas.

"Oh!" Conscious of Dean's words, Winarsih hurriedly pulled a set of spoons located not far from his master's hand.

If you hadn't seen Dean in person, people would have thought he was paralyzed because he couldn't pick up a spoon so close.

After providing Dean with a glass of water and putting a satin handkerchief a few inches from the man's nose, Winarsih took his tray.

He wants to go back to the kitchen. At first glance his eyes looked towards the clock hanging on the wall.

Maybe Utomo is not far from there, Winarsih intends to call the man and tell him if he has completed his employer's request.

As Winarsih took a step back, Dean who had been feeding food into her mouth turned to her again.

Winarsih was really scared once if Dean looked at her like that.

"Where are you going?" asked Dean flat.

"To the back sir, if Mr. Dean has finished eating. You just leave everything, I will settle it" said Winarsih with a tone that was almost idle.

"Whose saying you can go? Stay there until I finish eating." Dean continued his meal regardless of Winarsih standing awkwardly nearby.

In an instant the noodle soup was complete and left only a few sheets of leeks.

"Just ate you?" mr. Hartono's voice suddenly came closer.

Winarsih jumped and almost dropped her tray. In his heart he prayed that the children who were facing him would not fight in front of him again.

Winarsih was restless. Mr. Hartono looked at him for a moment then walked up to Dean and pulled the chair next to his son.

Winarsih wanted to leave the room, but she was afraid that she would have to take back Dean's snaps like last time.

My God, is this as hard as being a housekeeper?. Winarsih wailed inwardly.

"Have you eaten?" dean asked after wiping his mouth with a white satin handkerchief.

"Already," replied Mr. Hartono briefly.

"Where are you going?" continued Mr. Hartono again who realized Dean was neat that night.

"Meet Disty," replied Dean quietly.

"Papa said, Papa doesn't want you to be with that woman often. It depends on how you deliver it. Once Papa says no, still no. Don't take him to this house as long as Papa's alive." Mr. Hartono got up from his seat.

His heart is very upset. Dean always seems to ignore everything people say about his girlfriend.

Mr. Hartono had planned to invite Dean to talk about his son's activities in the office and Pak Hartono's activities as a minister because they rarely met lately.

But Dean seemed too busy thinking about his girlfriend's feelings.

With a face filled with anger and resentment, Mr. Hartono intended to return to his room.

"Dean will stay with Disty Pa" Dean said a little loudly.

"Papa has said, it is better that you marry Winarsih than that street woman! Just go live in his house, don't live under the same roof as Papa!" reply Mr. Hartono no less loud then walked away towards a giant circular staircase.

Winarsih who heard Mr. Hartono mention him again during a fight with his son, became really anxious.

His steps began to incline away from the chair where Dean was sitting.

Dean got up from his seat and shifted the chair violently to make a loud noise. Winarsih just looked down at the nails of his hands that were whitened because they grasped the tray so tightly.

His master's son cursed with words that were not caught by Winarsih's ears.

As Dean stepped his foot into the living room, Winarsih breathed a sigh of relief. A second later the woman felt like she wanted to fly and quickly arrived back to her room.

Winarsih swiftly picked up Dean's bowl and wiped two drops of noodle sauce scattered on the table with the man's napkin.

His feet immediately rushed towards the door goal that was heading towards the clean kitchen.

Suddenly,

"Hey!" dean shouted that seemed to be meant for Winarsih.

Slowly Winarsih turned her head with her hands still tightly grasping the tray.

The man in front of him is very handsome, unfortunately his speech is very rude and often inhuman, inner Winarsih.

"Be aware that you are leaving! Just be careful if I find you there. Don't let you spend the night with that pervert! Papa is so because of you too!" dean's reflection to Winarsih who looked at him with a paled face.

The To Be Continued....