LOVE WINARSIH

99. Flowers For Winarsih

It's been three days Dean's been in Borneo. And that morning, he was getting ready to hear the judge's verdict on the land grab case by Hartono Coil.

The land grabbing trial was held for the public. All elements of society living around the mine seemed to attend and listen to the course of the trial.

Community support is now divided into two. Half sided with Hartono Coil the place where their families hung their fate as employees. And the other half, people who have received cash from NGOs supported by Dennis Atmaja company corner the Hartono Coil.

Dozens of journalists filled the court every day. Dean with his wand, has been standing in the middle of the courtroom wearing a lawyer toga to give an exception (note of objection), presenting evidence, delivering a pledoi (defense note), and, as well as the response to the response of the Public Prosecutor in the pledoi Hartono Coil.

That morning, a little nervous. Dean stepped into the courtroom. If today the judge convicts Hartono Coil, Dean will appeal to the High Court. He will return to Jakarta to prepare a new file.

It was Winarsih's birthday. Dean planned to surprise his wife to return to Jakarta after the judge read out his verdict.

Before leaving for court, Dean had called his wife who was outside with Novi. After confirming that his wife was in good health, Dean hung up the phone in relief. After hearing Winarsih's voice, Dean felt ready for whatever the judge's decision was that day.

Mr. Hartono, Ryan, Fika and Irman were already sitting with tense faces awaiting the verdict that morning.

And as Dean had guessed, the judge's decision that day did not bring a breath of fresh air to Hartono Coil. Although disappointed, Dean nodded steadily in respect of the decision at length but had a painful meaning to them.

Dean cleared the file in a hurry to get straight to the airport.

"Mister's job, the flight's in 1.5 hours" Ryan said, inserting all the papers from the table.

"Definitely hunt, if you help. Is the car ready?" dean asked who scooped up all the papers and stuffed them into the bag.

"Well, I'm ready for that." Ryan then took the file bag from his superior's hand so that Dean would freely walk around limping with his wand.

And exactly 40 minutes before the plane's departure, they had all been sitting in the executive lounge with faces of relief for successfully registering their flight at the last minute.

As the day wore on, Dean turned off his phone shortly after entering and sat in his seatbelt on the plane.

His eyes were already sparkling imagining how the look of Winarsih who must be happy to see his arrival.

Dean had asked Ryan to order a bouquet of flowers for his wife. And as promised, on the way home from the airport later, they will stop by the florist to take his order.

Dean realized, that in his very young marriage and corn, Dean had never given Winarsih a flower.

His marriage is classified as an emergency, making Dean misses a lot of things he often did while still dating other women.

Little surprises, romantic dinners, Dean wants to do all that for his wife when this storm hits them.

Banjarmasin and Jakarta have a difference of 1 hour. Of course, Banjarmasin, which is in Central Indonesia, has a 1 hour faster time than Jakarta.

When the Pilot announced that they were about to land, Dean glanced at his watch. That night, he won't be late to wish his wife a happy 22nd birthday.

Dean smiled remembering that Winarsih was so young when she was pregnant with her first child.

Upon arriving in Cengkareng, Dean hurriedly stepped foot following Ryan and Irman who had walked ahead of them by dragging a suitcase.

"We go to the flower shop first Yan, don't forget" Dean asked his secretary.

"Faith" said Ryan.

25 Minutes later they had arrived in front of a flower shop. A little ran Ryan hurriedly into the store and came out moments later with a bouquet of red tulips symbolizing eternal love.

"Beres, the flowers are already dapet. Now go home," said Ryan.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief then reached into his pocket to grab the phone and realized that it had not been activated since getting off the plane.

Dean glanced at his watch on his wrist, the call Novi had entered a few minutes before they landed earlier.

A second later, Dean had pressed the call button to call Novi. But several times a call was addressed to his wife's assistant, Novi did not answer.

A little restless, Dean asked the driver to immediately increase the speed to his house. The feeling is not good, plus the traffic is quite heavy.

"Please Yan, the cave bag bring it down huh. The cave's going straight up." Dean limped down from the car with his cane, immediately stepping up the steps of the stairs.

"Sir Dean, Mr. Dean," called Rojak who was running from the direction of the fence that was still open.

Mr. Hartono, Fika and Irman had gotten out of the car and were looking forward to what Rojak wanted to say with his slightly anxious face.

Dean's footsteps stopped on the porch of his house. Dressed in his slightly sagging shirt and tie and with a tired face, Dean looked at Rojak who was running towards him.

"What's wrong?" ask Dean.

"Bu Winarsih has been to the hospital with Novi and Pak Noto. He said it broke the membranes to give birth. I just want to make sure that Mr. Dean knows" Rojak said.

"Now. Haven't. I don't know yet. Was it in the hospital, right? oh-have it been a while?" dean asked with a panicked face.

"Lumayan sir, almost two hours ago," replied Rojak.

"Yes, it was a car ride. Straight to the hospital," Ryan asked.

"No, you can't rush with the car. It's jammed." Dean hurriedly went back down the stairs and walked to the left wing of the house where all his vehicles were parked.

"What are you riding on?" exclaim Mr. Hartono.

Dean continued walking quickly without heeding his parents' questions.

"What'd he ride? relapse again stubborn," said Mr. Hartono.

"I think Mr. Dean is going up" Ryan said, stalled because he saw a big bike out of the left wing of the house.

Dean out of the left wing of his house riding a large motorbike BMW G 310 R beloved who had always been well cared for by Noto.

"Your feet have not healed yet" said Mr. Hartono.

"Could. Yan! get the bouquet!" shouted Dean.

Ryan swiftly opened the car door to grab a bouquet of red tulips and gave them to Dean.

"Take it!" Dean threw his wand into the arms of Ryan who was laughing at the behavior of his boss.

"Good Luck Mr De!" ryan exclaimed when he saw Dean had kicked his bike out of the yard.

"That kid. It cannot be banned" muttered Mr. Hartono who looked proud and amazed at his youngest son.

The To Be Continued.....

Come on, breathe a little.

Maybe in a moment it will be continued :*