GENK DUDA ACUTE
119. Destinies

It was at the end of the year. Winarsih, Dirja and Widi just had a birthday last month. Dean's wife is 28 years old. That means Dean is 36 years old. A fairly mature age for a man.

Dean is at the peak of his career. His advocacy office is getting more popular. His name also often appears in newspaper columns, become a guest lecturer, or fill out a television talk show that is reviewing a case and requires a speaker. It wasn't just Dean's mastery of the field. But also because of its appearance.

Dean is a handsome, dapper young lawyer who manages to win many big cases. His personality and appearance easily attract attention.

At the moment, the famous lawyer is in a state of confusion and anxiety. Dean's son was four. Dirja the oldest was six years old, Dita was five years old, Widi was four years old, while Handaru the youngest, aged one year and eight months.

Dean's anxiety was well reasoned. Last month, he went back to committing recklessness. Drifting to remember the time of approach with his wife, Dean kebablasan make love without safety. Daru was already crowned the youngest child at the Hartono residence. Even Mbak Anggi, Dean's brother who lives in the Netherlands, has called Daru as, ‘our little one’ (our little boy).

At five o'clock in the morning, Winarsih who is a few months away from completing her education as a business management scholar, just got out of the bathroom. In his hand was a test pack.

“Where? Huh huh? Sit here,” pinta Dean, pat the side of the bed next to him.

“Maybe this isn't real, sir. I tried again, yes.”

Winarsih, who is late for months a day, intends to take a new test pack. He tried twice. Two red lines cross, stay there.

“Bener surely. It can't be wrong. I was tested twice. The line is also this bright. Hi, Sir, Mom. That's the line,” replied Dean, looking at the second test pack newly appointed his wife. “You're just entertaining yourself if you say this isn't real. Yeah, had. It's windfall. But Handaru failed youngest again.” Dean held back his smile.

“What if Mama knows? Papa's? My mammy? Ouch,” complained Winarsih. He was still wearing a very thin lace-like, cream-colored nightgown.

“What's really why? Embarrassed? Just delicious. Cannot. This is my son. You can't be shy. His name is also windfall,” Dean said.

“This is because of Father. Totally impatient. I told you time in the back corner. Must want to be there even though it does not bring safety. That father could not stand up. Self control is less,” scolding Winarsih.

“Iya. I told you you could blame me completely. I was horrified,” Dean said, putting a test pack on the nightstand. “You nagging what else?” ask Dean.

“Nothing. It's free I nag. I'm pregnant,” Winarsih said.

“I promise this one will be the youngest. After the appointment we consulted a doctor. Use contraception that does not harm you. And I'm also of course.”

“Our son will be five, sir. What about Widi? Dirja same Dija must be ordinary denger want to have a sister again. Widi always craves because she feels that Daru is always upfront. Daru is also spoiled. Here's another one. I've been pessimistic there's a kid who looks like me.” Winarsih sits on the edge of the bed.

“Like you or me, right, it makes no difference. Yeah, had. Here come my deket. Free all this time I wear rubber, refrain from throwing it everywhere. Tau-tau is pregnant too,” Dean said, pulling Winarsih's arm to hug her. Dean was half lying down and had rubbed his wife's back to comfort himself.

“So what do you want?” tanya Winarsih, from over her husband's shoulder. He felt Dean's hand had gone under the thin nightgown he was wearing.

“You throw it in the dalem,” replied Dean. “Kan, already pregnant. It makes no difference. I'm free to throw away as much as I can,” Dean laughed.

“ASI-ku started a little nyuin Daru yesterday. Kasian if the youngest child does not get ASI.” Winarsih's voice was muffled behind her husband's neck.

“That's important to be healthy, Mom. You can still get formula milk. If there is no milk, how? The important thing is that the container is still intact for his father,” replied Dean.

“Hands on,” blushes Winarsih.

“Cium me, Win.” Dean hugged Winarsih who was sitting on the edge of the bed and threw himself into her arms. “You know my neck, I'm more tense. Come on,” pinta Dean, a pair of his hands have squeezed Winarsih's hips.

Winarsih tilted her head, peeked at Dean's neck long enough, then re-enforced her body.

“Bapak is not ashamed of the same thing? Later mutedekin because I am pregnant continue.” Winarsih expressed her concern.

“Who am I that dares to snelechin?” dean asked Winarsih.

“All,” muttered Winarsih.

“Iya, anyway. Yeah, had. Don't think it's important that you're healthy. Come, Ma. Assisted by his father.” Dean grabs Winarsih's hand and inserts it into his pyjamas.

***

Since the new year the friends have not done any more arisan. Everyone is busy with their family business. Dean just returned from Beringin Village. Toni is busy with her second child who is also a boy. The baby boy was four months old and was named Vishnu. Same as Tirta.

It was already February when the former Genk Duda Akut again made an appointment to meet at Beer Garden.

“Dean why, anyway? How hard was it to get out?” ask the Sky to Toni.

“Ne-know. I met you from last month. I thought he was on holiday abroad. You see then he was talking about the new taon abroad. Taunya to Beringin Village,” replied Toni.

“It looks like it's busy, huh. You see I ngajak him earlier, he said can not get malem. Ordinary if Dean has said that, he is busy.” Rio opened the menu book. As usual, he checked out the new menu there.

“Entar if Ryan or Santoso come first, we are interrogated. What does his boss do.” The sky scratched his chin with a serious look.

The one whose name had just been called, finally appeared. Ryan and Santoso are seen simultaneously passing through a glass door.

“Eh, here—sini! Lo sit my deck.” The sky was waving to Ryan. He patted the long, empty bench next to him. “Lo next to Toni, San!” pinta the sky pointed at the empty spot opposite him.

“Dean to where, anyway?” ask Ryan the Sky. Even before Dean's secretary had time to sit down and catch his breath.

“Bosen, ah, dengerin Dean by the way. I've done it often,” replied Sky.

“Check continues?” ask Ryan.

“Neg. In the afternoon I came home from work,” replied Ryan.

“Kok, bizarre. The impression is very busy kayak,” muttered Rio.

“His world Mr. De is on a somersault,” Santoso replied.

“Why?!” sky, Rio, and Toni asked almost simultaneously.

“Denger from the guy directly. Not good talking—”

“Reacted lo loyalty still reliable.” Dean patted Ryan's shoulder which he had just cut off. He just arrived and immediately threw his body next to Ryan. His left hand pulled the menu from under Rio's hand, and his right hand loosened the tie.

“Busy, De?” rio asked, looking at Dean opposite him.

Dean let out a long sigh and shook his head. “Excellent anyway,” says Dean.

“Emang why, anyway?” ask the sky again. She can't wait for Dean to tell her. Usually Dean is not asked to be able to easily provide information.

“Eh, nyari guava that has been cut small and colored it?” Dean looked around at the five men nearby.

“Lo nyari kernels? For whom?” tanya Toni laughed.

“Grain, Nying! If I have the seeds. Very fertile my seeds,” replied Dean.

“Today guava?” ask Ryan.

Dean nodded weakly. “Tau can buy where?” ask Dean again.

“Let me order and anter directly to the house. Not much, right?” ask Ryan.

“It seems not to do much. The water guava yesterday was only eaten a little. The rest Mr. De brought back to the office,” said Santoso.

“Ya, yes. Ngasi guava water up to ten kilos. Bini I crave, not want to trade rujak,” murmur Dean.

“Hah? Ngever? Bu Win pregnant?” ask Toni.

The sky laughed out loud. Hit Dean's arm from behind Ryan's back.

“Asih by dong?” Rio looked at Toni with a serious look.

The sky did not stop laughing. In between his laughter, he said, “Gaya Lo, De! By the way will stop at four!” The sky laughed again.

“Diem, dog! Mulu laugh. So happy,” said Dean, pointing his fist at the Sky hiding next to Ryan.

“Congratulations, yes, De!” Rio held out his fist at Dean. “Finally five too. Home lo will be rame,” said Rio.

“Iya. This time it was five. I will allow contraception. My son stopped in five. That is enough to do a briefing, if later they all want to solve a problem. I want to build a meeting room at home.” Dean chuckled in greeting Rio's helping hand.

“May be similar Bu Win, yes,” muttered Toni.

“Lo face, really, concerned?” ask Dean.

“Yeah, I'd say five, but none of them look like their mother.” Toni throws a roll of tissue at Dean.

“Can be similar,” Santoso murmured. “Soalnya new this time Bu Win cravings. All fruit,” said Santoso.

“As an experienced husband meets baby girl cravings, Mr. Santoso is trustworthy.” Ryan nodded at Santoso.

“Oh, yes. Santoso girl's. What age, San?” ask Rio.

“Santoso children six months. My youngest child is four months old. The difference is little,” said Toni.

“So? Arisan vacuum?” rio asked Dean.

“Vakum until I finish cravings. Other than fruit cravings, I can't move. If it's home, I have to be in front of him. To the bathroom I was wanti-wanti, ‘Do not be long, Mr.’ Everyone wants to sleep I'm like a guy-cowo massage parlor. I was asked to wear a boxer minjetin his legs until he overslept. I have to be sexy even at home. That's why I've established myself to stop at five.” Dean sighed again. All the men at the table looked at each other.

“Well, if so .. we can all just say ....” Rio looked at the four other men.

“Sabaaar ...” connect Rio, Toni, Sky, Ryan and Santoso together. They all laughed out loud.

To Be Continued