LOVE WINARSIH

90. Who's Ara?

Just a moment ago, Dean had just performed a release inside Winarsih's body which he had held on a wheelchair. After 4 days that felt so long, Dean finally could breathe a little relieved and now feel more confident.

If others consider it a mere fulfillment, it's different from Dean. There is a feeling of inferiority in the man when he let his wife not be touched just like that.

In addition to providing more than enough birth needs, he must also ensure that his wife's inner needs can be met. He did not want his wife to have to ask for or harbour wishes that might have been too hesitant to say.

I don't know what's wrong with Irman's gaze on Winarsih, but Dean doesn't like it. There was no particular reason, Dean just did not like the way Mr. Hartono's aide looked at his wife.

Winarsih was still in front of her husband in a dress whose front was completely open. Dean was done, but her husband was still spoiled in her chest.

Three months more married to Dean, Winarsih was quite familiar with the man's habits. As if there was not enough Dean still sipped and twisted the peak of his chest turn.

Winarsih actually did not mind at all, but Dean's condition that had not healed made him a little worried.

Moreover recalling normally after reaching the peak of the first release, Dean would take a pause by lingering on his chest before re-starting again.

Winarsih was worried that Dean would take his double ration as usual. Moving on her husband's body in a wheelchair is not comfortable. Especially with her stomach already so big.

As the sound of Dean's lips sipping on the top of his chest was so loud, suddenly the door of the nursery opened.

"Dee! again where?" call Mr. Hartono.

As electrocuted, Winarsih straightened out to pull himself up. But Dean's hand quickly caught his wife's arm.

"Toilet Pa!" answer Dean.

"Where's wife?"

"It's on Dean's court" Dean replied with a meaningful smile.

That morning, his father must have stopped by accompanied by Irman, his aide. Dean is very happy to be able to proclaim himself in the bathroom with Winarsih.

Dean hoped that Irman, who was with his father, would understand enough about his activities to be in the bathroom with his wife.

His hand was still clutching Winarsih's arm, the top of his wife's chest was only a few inches in front of his mouth.

When he again kissed the chest, Winarsih slightly away.

"Why?" ask Dean.

"So someone else will come in. It's also supposed to be Mr. Dean taking a shower, but he can't take a shower now." Winarsih looked into her husband's eyes.

"i'm still missing the win" complained Dean.

"But this is a hospital, Mr. Dean must recover first" Winarsih began to justify the location of his clothes and buttoned his clothes.

Slowly Dean released the grip on his wife's hand. With a sullen face he watched Winarsih who started wiping her whole body with warm water.

"Who's Ara?" winarsih asked without turning his head, his hand was throwing warm water from inside the stainless steel basin.

"Eh?" Instantly Dean was silent.

Like waiting for her husband's answer, Winarsih took a towel and dried Dean's body.

After dressing her husband in full and neat clothes, Winarsih took a comb and handed it to the man.

Dean combed his hair in silence yet answered his wife's question just now. It seemed like he was considering what to say about the name that Winarsih had just asked.

Winarsih pushed her husband's wheelchair out of the bathroom to the bed. His face looked ordinary, but Dean had glanced at his wife many times.

After arranging the position of her husband's pillow and making sure that the man was leaning comfortably, Winarsih went to the sofa and grabbed her phone.

"Novi said she was a little late because she cleaned up something in her house" Winarsih told her husband.

"It's okay if you're here again there's no need" replied Dean.

"Eat now, huh?" Winarsih pulled the overbed table to Dean's front.

Dean nodded and slightly straightened his body. Winarsih began to open plastic wrapping that closed each plate containing side dishes on the tray.

"Later, that's my patient's companion tray on the sofa table." Winarsih pointed to a tray that also contained a set of foods intended for the patient's companion.

"Now the patient used to eat," Winarsih said spooning soft rice to her husband.

Dean chewed his food slowly as he looked at his wife's lowered face. Winarsih doesn't ask about Ara anymore.

"Ara was my boyfriend in High School. Dating for almost three years and the separation is just that. I didn't know where he was going, I went abroad to go to college. I think at that time Mama found Ara and ngasi warning. Because Ara immediately said there was no trace at all. I've been looking for him for a long time."

Winarsih just silently listened to each word Dean while continuing to feed the food slowly.

"My right foot is a motorcycle accident after I delivered Ara one night. I've hated Ara ever more since then" Dean said with a grim face he shouldn't have shown.

"Still sad until now?" tanya Winarsih looked at her husband's eyes.

"Eh? nope-but not. No, not for long. You were just so I told you. I don't want you to go to nanya anymore" Dean said.

THE CZECH!!

The door opened and Mr. Hartono again appeared in the doorway. It turned out that it was the habit of the Minister who had high authorization to enter the room without knocking.

"Oh was eating apparently, this time we both did not bother, huh De?" sir Hartono's insinuation to Dean.

"The train is back Pa," Dean glanced at Irman standing behind Mr. Hartono.

"It was about to go back but Papa had a message from Fika who is now again at the headquarters. So Papa wants to tell you something." Mr. Hartono turned his head back and Irman hurriedly pulled out a chair and placed it on Dean's right side.

Winarsih, who realizes that Mr. Hartono will discuss something that seems important with his son, then rises to pull the overbed table and keep him away from Dean.

"I sat down on the couch first yes" Winarsih told her husband. Dean nodded and again his eyes looked at Irman who was slightly glancing towards Winarsih who was heading towards the sofa.

"So Fika sent a photo to Papa, he said the NGO demo at the new coal mine has been heating up in recent days. I think the demo funders are disbursing jor-joran funds." Mr. Hartono crossed his hands in front of his chest.

"Papa's term is not up to 2 years De. Papa just wants to Come Look Face, Home Look Back. Papa went into the cabinet on a good note, Papa also wants to end this term well. But I think it's getting here getting hotter. Papa asked Fika to collect all the files we did yesterday. Papa sent it to Ryan,"

"But if it all blows up before Papa's term ends, Papa's ready?" dean asked Mr. Hartono.

"Must be ready. There is no other choice! Papa says this to you too so you know and you're ready. Maybe your office will close. No client trusts you anymore,"

"Aduuhhhh," cried Winarsih suddenly from the direction of the sofa.

All three eyes were immediately on him.

"Why Win??!!" exclaim Dean. His body was about to come down from his bed.

"Stretched her stomach, it hurts." Winarsih half whimpered holding her stomach.

Dean lowered his left leg from the bed and tried to pull the wheelchair that was at the foot of his bed.

"No, you just put up. Let Irman help Winarsih." Mr. Hartono rattled his son's right arm back to the bed.

"Pa-" Dean groaned with a face that was parched.

"Man, take Dean's wife in that wheelchair. Go to the floor where the Obstetrician is. Tell me it's my son-in-law to get checked out quickly" Mr. Hartono told Irman.

"Well sir," replied Irman immediately taking a wheelchair and bringing it to nearby Winarsih. With a grimacing face Winarsih looked at her husband.

"Pa, that's Dean's wife" muttered Dean with a completely piasped face.

"You can't handle your own body! how would you take Winarsih to go check the contents," said Mr. Hartono a little upset because he saw his son whining.

"Have Man! hurry up and bring it!" mr. Hartono's orders again.

"Win.." call Dean with a languid look.

Dean looked at Irman's back who disappeared behind the door with his wife.

The To Be Continued.....