LOVE WINARSIH
98. Heart of a Wife
"Win how? do you have any signs of worrying?" dean asked as he rubbed his wife's stomach.
"Signs are still common. Why why?" tanya Winarsih
"I left for Kalimantan Win. The trial of the Hartono coil land grab criminal case. Dad went with me and Ryan. Indeed, as long as Papa has not been proven guilty, Papa still carries out his duties as usual as a Minister. This first hearing Papa insisted is present, he must show good faith and respect the court he said. So I really should go there. With several other criminal case lawyers who have been in the lease of the company," Dean explained to his wife who was looking thoughtful.
"Yes, Mr. Dean just finished the business in Kalimantan. I must be all right" replied Winarsih.
"Ryan left with me, Win, so if you need anything, talk to Novi. I don't think I'll be long. I try to get home soon. I promise your son will be born, I will hold on first. You don't worry. I'm sad the mood our son was born in is still messed up like this." Dean hugged his wife's body. At that time Winarsih's head was on his right arm.
"yes, nothing, hopefully the business with the court can be completed as soon as possible.
"Yes Win, because if I lose in the District Court, I will definitely continue in the Kalimantan High Court. I really can't let Papa lose the Hartono coil so easily. For Papa it's like self-esteem." Dean buried his head next to Winarsih's shoulder.
Winarsih simply nodded and patted her husband's shoulders softly. He understood what a heavy burden Dean was bearing right now.
"You also don't get tired. Your stomach is that big. I was the one who saw the serem. If you walk, do not rush. My son lo in the room," Dean's scolding on Winarsih that often goes too fast according to him.
"Yes sir, I'm also starting to cramp up. Each mallem has trouble sleeping," said Winarsih distanced the body and stroked his stomach while talking. She is currently complaining to her husband.
"But I always help you so you can move smoothly Win. I'm helping from dalem." Dean pursed both of his lips. Winarsih looks sneering. And Dean immediately kissed his wife's cheek in a row.
"Kiss me too Win, right here" Dean poked his cheek. Winarsih kissed the cheek that was thrust at him.
"One more here." Dean put his other cheek. Winarsih back to tasting.
"On my forehead as well Win, you never lo nyium me first. I like Bu Winar to be aggressive." Dean closed his eyes pointing at his forehead.
Winarsih chuckles then kisses her husband's forehead and lips. Dean immediately pulled his wife's body to immerse the kiss of the lips became deeper.
That was the conversation Winarsih and Dean had two days ago. This morning Dean hugged his wife's body on the porch and kissed her on the top of the head many times. Dean's right elbow is still wrapped around his cane.
Winarsih's height is almost 25 centimeters from her husband. Dean always effortlessly kissed the top of his head, as the man grabbed him into an embrace.
There is a sense of haru that Winarsih is difficult to describe when Dean said goodbye that morning.
With the look in his eyes as if Dean had said, pray for his journey, the trial will not be easy. Please take care of her mother, as she is currently fighting for the happiness of their family.
Mr. Hartono, who has been more silent lately, seems a little older since the case that hit him. The burden of the man's mind was clearly reflected on the look on his face.
The eyes of Winarsih accompanied the footsteps of her husband who each limped into a black van that would deliver her to the airport.
Half an hour into the airport, Dean opened his phone. There is a notification from the trusted news application that followed.
"Yes." Dean poked Ryan's shoulder in the front seat of the car. Ryan looked back for a moment then saw Dean tapping his phone giving the code to see something in his messaging app.
Mr. Hartono was sitting quietly next to Dean. Dean did not want his father to know that he was watching the news about Hartono Coil's stock plummeting.
Dean and Ryan both looked down at news and stock price movements. Dean took a deep breath, 75% of the shares were in the hands of divided investors. Including Dean and his brother. Dean just hopes that investors can still hold out in a moment with what they have in that company.
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"So that's the process, right, Nov?" ask Winarsih on Novi.
"Yes, ma'am, that's it. All this time there's no problem." Novi walked to see Winarsih step into the house.
"Hopefully Nov, I'm sure," said Winarsih.
The third day of Dean and Mr. Hartono's departure, the atmosphere at home was really gripping. Winarsih and Novi had just arrived home that afternoon when a nurse taking care of Ms. Amalia rushed down from the top floor to the kitchen.
The young woman shouted the name Mba Tina many times. In a hurry Winarsih approached the nurse.
"What's up, Sus? Is mom okay?" asked Winarsih with a worried look. She, who left this morning with Novi, felt a little guilty for leaving her Mother-in-law alone unattended.
"Mom kept crying, Mom. Don't want to shower in the morning, haven't eaten." The nurse spoke with her gaze occasionally directed toward the second floor. The nurse's face showed between anxiety and fear.
"Yes, nothing. Let me go upstairs, Sister comes with me too. Please Nov, take my bag to the room. I looked at Amalia's mom first."
Winarsih thrust her bag at Novi who nodded then together they climbed the big stairs.
Upon arrival in Amalia's room, Winarsih saw the woman sitting in her wheelchair watching the television broadcast. The news was about Mr. Hartono and his company.
The nurse then came to open the room door and stood by the door as if waiting for Winarsih's order.
"Let's help me take mom to the bathroom, I take a bath" Winarsih told the nurse.
The nurse then pushed the wheelchair towards the bathroom door. Winarsih with her big belly helped the nurse move her in-laws to a plastic chair.
"Help me undress Mother yes" pinta Winarsih again. Slowly they both melolosi old woman's clothes that day seemed to be saddened by watching the news about her husband's downfall.
"Yes, I can wait outside. Let me take a shower, Mother," Winarsih told the nurse.
Ms. Amalia's face hardened and her tears came to a halt as Winarsih came to the room. The old woman was still very prestigious with her helplessness.
"Mom, I understand what Rasain's mother. When my father died, it was like my mother had lost half her life. Losing a man who has accompanied him to fight for a family, I don't think it's easy. For months my mother did not speak. He was just sitting at the door of the house looking out at the street as if waiting just in case our father would come home from the rice field as usual."
Winarsih wet her mother-in-law's hair with warm water slowly. That day he wanted to wash the hair of Miss Amalia who had been tired so that it again looks good and fluffy as usual.
When he started putting the shampoo and massaging the woman's head slowly, Winarsih spoke again.
"I know you must be sad about the situation that befell Mr. Hartono. I feel sorry for my husband. She felt helpless because she could not accompany him in court. I know that all this time, my mother always went wherever Mr. Hartono went. Mother was devastated when Mr. Hartono needed support, I couldn't go with him." Winarsih took a shampooing brush and began combing the woman's hair.
"But to let you know that if Mr. Hartono and Mr. Dean fight in court there, you also have to fight to be able to recover from this illness. I'd rather be diomelin than see a crybaby in that wheelchair" Winarsih said.
"Sir Dean never talked to me Mom, but every time he left this house, his eyes always said that he left his mother to me. I love Mr. Dean Mom. So, I have to love my mom like Dean loves his mom. I have to care about my mother, like Mr. Dean cares about my family." Winarsih raised her arm to wipe away her escaped tears.
"I was given a good husband, Mom. Mr. Dean was very kind to me. It's all because of my mother's upbringing to Mr. Dean. Perhaps, if our circumstances could be better, I could thank you in a more righteous way. Thank you for taking care of and educating Mr. Dean to become the figure he is now. As a mother, I've succeeded." Winarsih's last sentence choked herself.
Winarsih looked down again to wipe away her tears. Without realizing it, Ms. Amalia had been crying ever since.
"Now I take a shower, let it be fresher. I'll start marking now. If you don't want to obey the nurse, it means you want to see me. I'll have the nurse report that you refused food. I still have plenty of ways to force mom to eat."
That afternoon, with the help of Winarsih, Ms. Amalia looked fresh again. Winarsih dried the woman's hair with a hair dryer and managed to choose one of the moisturizers from the many bottles on the dressing table and apply it to the woman's skin.
The last step, Winarsih sprayed the perfume that felt most fragrant to the body of her mother-in-law.
When she started feeding Amalia the food, Winarsih took the TV remote and turned it on. For a while Winarsih was looking for the right channel for her mother-in-law to watch.
His hand stopped pressing the TV remote button when he found a good film that felt suitable for watching by Ms. Amalia to relax.
"Mom can't watch the news anymore yes, now watch it like this. The news every day must be there. Sometimes the news is too much in my opinion. Please watch over Sus, "pinta Winarsih at the sisters who are standing not far from them.
The nurse who heard this nodded and smiled. His work that day was much lighter because of Winarsih's help.
"Mom excuse me to go to the room first, now my mother is free from me. My lower abdomen was cramping, like my birth day was getting closer. Pray for me, ma'am, to be able to bring my mother's grandchildren to this world safely." Winarsih looked at Bu Amalia whose gaze was like daydreaming towards the television.
A moment later, she had already closed the door of her in-laws room and walked slowly towards her room. His stomach really felt cramping and a little heartburn.
With a slight limp, Winarsih held onto her stomach and entered into the room. He tried to pull and exhale slowly to relieve his cramping in the stomach. She doesn't know how to give birth.
His son in the stomach feels so rowdy. The little creature repeatedly protruded part of his bone on the right side of his mother's abdomen.
Winarsih smiled as she scratched the protruding side of her stomach.
The cramping came again, this time it felt like it was unbearable. Winarsih looked down at her stomach. A moment later he felt a warm liquid seeping out from his sensitive part.
"What is amniotic fluid?" muttered Winarsih alone.
The cramping that attacked his stomach now turned into a great heartburn that spread to his waist. Hurriedly Winarsih grabbed her bag that Novi put on the bed to look for her phone.
"Novs? over where? I'm like this ruptured amniotic Nov, help me get down Nov! my stomach mules once," erang Winarsih on Novi.
The To Be Continued....
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