LOVE WINARSIH

94. News

"Swipe a little, not there," Dean's pinta still leaning.

"To here?" tanya Winarsih shifted her position to slightly to Dean's right.

"Yes,"

"Kiss Win" Dean asked again. Dean closed his eyes.

"Open this Win." Dean pulled his wife's left arm and squeezed the woman's chest.

Winarsih straightened her body and unbuttoned her clothes. As the buttons on the dress opened to the abdomen, Dean pulled his body closer.

"I miss this very much you ma'am" murmured Dean lowered his wife's breastplate.

His lips immediately approached and patted the peak of the chest.

"His hand stays there Win, good." Dean muttered in between his sinks.

"I want to but fear that you're tired again" said Dean, releasing his kiss on Winarsih's chest.

"So what do you want?" ask Winarsih.

"It does" Dean said quietly. "Win here I kiss first."

Dean pulled Winarsih's body to lean against her. His lips sipped long ago at his wife's lips as if they had really not done that for a long time.

Slowly his body pushed and put Winarsih to lie on the bed. With one hand Dean lifted the dress and pulled down Winarsih's underwear.

"I kissed this first yeah, I miss. I haven't seen this in a week." With one hand still stuck with his cast and right leg straightened, Dean lowered his head and dipped his candle down there.

Winarsih who also felt that she had not felt her husband's kiss down there just closed and sighed softly.

Dean's initially soft kisses with a sweep of his lips, are now getting faster and faster.

Winarsih groaned and her legs stiffened to the point of barely pinning Dean's head under her body.

"Win, I'm still down here" Dean said, then got up.

"So soon, you're sleeping. I can't show off much style right now." Dean lowered his boxer further down then raised Winarsih's leg to rest on his healthy shoulder.

Dean who used to enter his wife's body while squeezing, massaging or immersing a kiss on the top of the woman's chest, can now only look at Winarsih who is lying on her back in front of him.

Winarsih closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. She rarely looks at her husband's face when he is in a relationship.

Dean swung slowly holding his wife's thigh with his right hand. He felt his body parts being massaged inside there. It seems like a few days not touching Winarsih made his defense too shortly.

"Win, look at me" asked Dean, who felt he was about to reach the top. His hand flicked the top that covered his wife's chest so that his gaze on the pair of magnificent hills was unobstructed.

Winarsih opened her eyes and sat down with Dean. The immaculate face with those neat black eyebrows was emitting a wistful look at him.

Small scratches over his right eyebrow as the accident seemed to have begun to dry up. A few lumps of hair fell down on her husband's forehead. Dean is so handsome, he's so.

When looking into her husband's eyes, Winarsih felt herself again invited to fly. Part of her felt gripped her husband's property just before the man stopped having reached the top.

"Bu Winar is late?" ask Dean.

Winarsih who suddenly felt invited back to earth could not answer anything because he was not finished.

She was embarrassed to answer her husband's questions which were always to the point.

"I'm tired, I can't double. Forgiver. My legs are pegeled, my stomach aches. Here's Miss Winar I just kissed." Dean flung his body to his wife's right side still breathing heavily.

"What? that's okay," Winarsih.

"No need to be shy, let it be equally delicious. I don't want Ms. Winar to sleep in a state of curiosity and lack," muttered Dean undressed his wife until she was left unresponsive.

"Come in here," asked Dean to stretch a blanket over the plain body of his wife.

"I still want to miss this one." Dean looked back down and kissed Winarsih's chest.

His hand had gone back down to explore the sensitive part of his wife until she groaned again. And a while later Dean smiled as Winarsih's legs twitched clamping her hands down there.

Dean sipped long on the top of his wife's chest before releasing his hand from down there.

"Have Win?" dean asked as Winarsih looked at him.

"Pedes Sir,"

"Huh? what's?"

"It." Winarsih glanced at the peak of her blushing chest.

"Oh, sorry. But this is Miss Winar's fault. I'm gemes." Dean grabbed his wife's face and kissed her cheek repeatedly.

**********

"It's been almost three weeks, but there's no word yet of the stabbing man's pursuit?" mr. Hartono asked Dean when they met at the dinner table.

"Run to Riau, the license plate is also fake. At best if the kinkkep ntar his motive is revenge. Although he was the former driver of the Atmaja, surely the old man was already willing expensive lawyers to buy him." Dean sipped his tea.

"You're being asked to testify?" ask Mr. Hartono.

"Definitely Pa, if Dean's trial is going to testify. The former driver must have been paid very expensive so as not to open his mouth. Maybe the entire cost of living will be covered. And he must also know that opening his mouth would be a danger to his family all,"

"That's why we don't owe others anything. Especially with someone like that Atmaja. The former driver must be heavily indebted so Atmaja easily extort." Mr. Hartono linked his fingers under his chin.

Ms. Amalia, who used to eat breakfast, was not feeling well that day. So the woman decided to have breakfast in the room. Mba Tina had just returned from the top floor after dropping off a treat full of food.

"Where's wife? why not eat here?" ask Mr. Hartono.

"He said he was talking, he knew Papa was talking to Dean. So he's having breakfast in the back with Mbah,"

"How do you? any good?" asked Mr. Hartono to look at Dean's shoulder which has now been freed from the cast.

"Udah good, anyways it's just a dislocation. This is the untrue one. The doctor said the crack has not returned to its true position. It still hurts to be taken on the street without a cane." Dean looked at an elbow crutch located not far from him.

It's been almost a week now Dean's been like an elderly man going everywhere with a stick on his right elbow.

"That's why you don't move too much. That's because old wounds that reopen so. If you want to heal quickly, you do not be too active. True rest," Hartono's sergeant on his son.

"It's hard not to be active" murmured Dean.

Then a pair of footsteps approached the dining table. Fika approached them hurriedly with a tablet in her hand.

"Sorry sir, interrupt the breakfast time. I want to give you a look at this." Fika slightly lowered her head to show something on her tablet screen. Mr. Hartono looked at the tablet screen with a hardened face.

The old man looked up at his son.

"The end of the attack came De, today Papa has been the headline," said Mr. Hartono.

Dean hurriedly grabbed his phone and opened the news portal.His eyes were instantly fixed on the top three news in the economic column.

'HARTONO COIL AND GLOW MAS GROUP BELONGING TO MINISTER HARTONO ALLEGEDLY COMMITTED TAX EVASION'

'MINING COMPANY OWNED BY MINISTER HARTONO RAIDED GOVERNMENT LAND'

'HARTONO'S MINISTER ALLEGEDLY ABUSED HIS AUTHORITY AS A MINISTER FOR THE BENEFIT OF PRIVATE COMPANIES'

"Pa-"

"You haven't been given a break, De" said his father.

The To Be Continued.....