LOVE WINARSIH

93. Shopping

Winarsih still looked at her husband's face as if in disbelief. Her hand was still in Dean's grasp putting it on the asset her husband was proud of.

True to what her husband said, it was indeed slowly tightening up perfectly behind Dean's patient uniform.

"I didn't want to change clothes. But I'm ashamed, if you squirm me so. If you do, I'm having a hard time this morning. We haven't had that for a few days. I can't sleep with you either. I miss you, but I don't want to take your medication. I'm afraid you're tired again. Especially all day you've been nursing, nyuapin eat me, change clothes. You are pregnant again. I don't want to make you tired, but if you don't, I can't. Papa said many times, I'm fussy like a baby." Dean looked straight at the face of Winarsih who was still diligent in hearing every word just now.

"Sir Hartono is not wrong, Mr. Dean is fussy like a baby," Winarsih said.

"So you think I'm really fussy?" dean looked at his wife.

"Yes, it's a fuss." Winarsih looked into Dean's eyes.

Feeling his wife being a little different, "you never lo Win, say so to me. I'm sick now." Dean pouts.

"Eat him the father was obedient," said Winarsih.

"But I was embarrassed Win, when you open my pants, then you squirm me again like that," said Dean.

"What do you usually do if you want that? it is also seen that," replied plain Winarsih.

Dean blushed to hear his wife's words.

"Yes, you don't keep nagging dong. We don't sleep very fast, I can't macem. The time you say I keep. I'm gonna be a win-" Dean again squeezed Winarsih's hand over his maleness.

"Kangen knows Win." Dean pursed his lips. Winarsih just looked at her husband with a look of pity.

"Yes, tomorrow you can go home. He's sleeping again tomorrow"

"Tomorrow I want to take you somewhere" Dean said.

"Where?"

"And you asked yesterday, your son has not bought any equipment. We go shopping tomorrow, will we?" dean asked, looking at the face of his wife who was starting to look cheerful.

"But it still hurts,"

"It's okay. I have Ryan helping out tomorrow. Take Novi too." Dean wiped the rest of the tears on Winarsih's cheeks with his day.

"Well, don't you think anymore?" ask Dean.

Winarsih smiled and shook her head. Then Winarsih raised her hand from the top of Dean's maleness.

"Don't pick up first, you know now. Hold on for a second, no one will see."

Dean again squeezed his wife's hand down there. Winarsih looked more and more compassionate to her husband.

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"Have you checked all of Ryan's stuff again? who knows if someone is missing" Winarsih pinta told Ryan who was still in the nursery.

"Okay, that's it. We can leave everything is done." Ryan held one bag and 1 small suitcase belonging to Winarsih.

Dean, who was still in a wheelchair, walked down the hallway, pushed by his wife.

"Said the bone doctor earlier, the next three days can already be opened casts his shoulder. But Mr. Dean can't move too much yet" Winarsih said as he walked.

Hearing the words couldn't move too much yet, Dean returned a little pouty.

"Yan, we're going to the baby shop, yeah" Dean exclaimed at Ryan, looking back a little.

"Not to the mall, sir?" reply Ryan who then slightly accelerated his pace following Dean in front.

"No need, the mall is very spacious kasian wife cave on the road," replied Dean

"Yes yes, it should be Ms. Winarsih who uses a wheelchair." Ryan spoke as he walked ahead of his boss into a car parked in a parking valet.

"New car? Whose car is this?" dean asked as he watched Ryan open the door of a white Vellfire.

"Yan's car? just being a secretary can buy a car like this, a lot of your corruption in the cave office?" dean asked curiously and got down from his wheelchair limping up his legs.

"Dead ride sir, just sit down," grumbled Ryan who was half gasping to help his boss sit in the car.

"Dikasi Pak Hartono," replied Ryan to start the car engine.

"Now" Ryan handed Dean a small wallet that usually contained STNK vehicles.

"What's this? Ooo--" Dean, who realizes what Ryan is giving her, opens the small wallet.

"Cock?" dean asked his assistant through the rearview.

"Yes, on behalf of Ms. Winarsih. Mr. Hartono said on behalf of Mr. Dean, it could be sent to another girl." Ryan was heartbroken to remember what Mr. Hartono said to him when he handed the keys to the car.

"What the hell are you?" muttered Dean glanced at Winarsih who was sitting casually next to him.

And nearly four hours later, they spent time in a large Baby Shop accompanying Winarsih who was like no tired of going from one shelf to another to buy her baby gear.

The woman ducked, crouched, and stood for minutes just to pick out baby clothes. Dean, driven by Ryan, sat in a wheelchair, nodding, smiling, praising and encouraging his wife.

"Aren't you tired?" dean asked his wife who was wearing a baby carrier to her body.

"Well, sir?" Winarsih asked back.

"Good, but later your son can be carried by his sister Ma'am."

"And Mr. Dean says to always take our kids wherever we go. So yes let me carry it. It's my son. Her mother's energy is stronger than anyone else's energy when carrying her own baby." Winarsih again wore a sling with another motive.

Hearing his wife's reply Dean smiled. She was happy Winarsih was now starting to look more cheerful.

Almost an hour Dean and Winarsih waited in the car for Ryan and Novi to pay for all their groceries.

"Aren't you tired of Win?" ask Dean for the next time.

"No." Winarsih.

"Zinc?"

Winarsih smiled and nodded.

"Kiss me dong with a penny" Dean asked.

The 21-year-old woman, whom he had just married for almost 4 months, now looks more cheerful. The peak of his wife's youth was always making Dean feel anxious every look at Winarsih's face which sometimes still looks childish.

Winarsih advanced her seat and welcomed Dean's left hand outstretched at her. While holding hands and separated from the car seat aisle, Winarsih kissed Dean's lips which always felt sweet to him long ago.

After limping up the stairs with the help of a crutch and propping up Ryan's body, Dean finally arrived at his room with a tired face.

Winarsih directly changed her husband's clothes and piled up pillows to make a comfortable backrest for the man.

All of their groceries had been transported upstairs and were now piling up in Dean's room. After cleaning her husband's equipment, Winarsih re-opened her shopping.

The woman again admired a colorful baby aprons that she had seen for half an hour in the store earlier.

"Well, sir? funny."

Dean heard that word a hundred times that day. And he already quite understands that the meaning of the word funny for a woman is to buy.

"Win," call Dean a little agitated.

"Yes?" Winarsih turned to face her husband who was putting on a tense face.

"Here, sleep me. I'm missing," murmured Dean patted the pillow on his right side.

Winarsih puts down all the groceries then turns her full attention on Dean. Winarsih crawled up to the bed and immediately lowered her pants* Dean.

Dean's gaze looked a little anxious waiting for Winarsih who was now grasping her property down there.

Dean took a deep breath. The warmth of his wife's hand immediately touched his skin and spread to all parts of his body.

"Ssshhhhhhh.h.. Your hands are good Win, let alone-"

Winarsih looked up at her husband, and Dean immediately made a tasting gesture with his mouth.

The To Be Continued.....