GENK DUDA ACUTE
32. Story of Friends Life

Dean arrived home almost ten in the evening. A Madura satay cart was already near the guard post. And the salesman was having a conversation with Rojak who was on duty that night.

Dean passed the satay cart and parked his car in front of the terrace.

“Pak!” call Rojak when Dean just got out of his car. “This—” said Rojak pointing cart satay.

“Here aja,” call Dean pointed sate cart.

Rojak deftly helped the merchant carry his cart, until he arrived in front of the lobby of the house.

“Any day, Sir. I'll call my wife first. Is this still much?” dean asked the merchant.

“Not much, Sir. Maybe about 15 more servings,” said merchant satay.

“Aman is,” Dean. “Ya, already. Preposed aja. I ride first,” Dean said.

He climbed up the stairs and went to the door of his room. In front of the room door, he took the time to justify the location of the tie, and raised strands of his hair that had begun to lose the effect of hair oil.

Dean put on his sweetest smile. “Win ...,” call Dean pressing his room door handle. Locked up. The smile on his face disappeared instantly. “Udah sleeping, yes?” ask Dean again.

“Winarsih, Dear ...,” call him spoiled. “Wait for me to wear my clothes, right?” ask Dean again. There's no sound. He looked at the clock on his wrist.

Time goes on and Dean doesn't want to waste time. Not wanting to run out of sense, he then went to his mother's room.

“Ma ...,” call Dean. He knocked on Amalia's room many times. “Mama ...,” call him again.

There were footsteps approaching the door, and Mr. Hartono's face appeared.

“Why, De?” asked Mr. Hartono, with a swollen face because he was just awake from his sleep.

“Where's the name, Pa? Her mother Dirja needs Mama's help she said.” Dean glanced into his parents' room. He saw his mother awake.

Hearing Dean's words, Ms. Amalia got up from her sleep and picked up the stick. The old woman walked towards the door of the room.

“Help Mama aja?” ask Amalia again.

Dean nodded. “Yes, Mama. Probably a woman's affair.” Dean pursed his lips. He knew in a moment it would be sprayed by his mother.

“Why was his mother spanked?” muttered Bu Amalia, exited the room and turned left towards Dean's room and Winarsih.

“Call aja, Ma,” whispered Dean. He slowed his steps so that Amalia would arrive first at the door of his room.

“Win! Win!” exclaims Ms. Amalia pressed the door handle. “She called Mama, where is her room locked?” ask Ms. Amalia.

It did not take long, there was a sound of footsteps approaching the door and the room key was immediately played from inside.

“What do you call Mama?” mother Amalia asked her daughter-in-law who appeared in the doorway.

“Ha?” Winarsih threw a puzzled look.

Dean stepped quickly near the door and slipped in through his wife's body. Winarsih was aghast and threw an annoyed look.

“Still, Mama …. His father Dirja who needs help. Not his mother.”

PLAKK.

Amalia's mom hit her son's arm. “Connect with people sleeping! Must have just returned home. It is appropriate to sleep outside. There all of themenin Rojak sleep in the post!” sergeant Bu Amalia with an annoyed face.

“Wah …. Dean needs a DNA test. Is it true Miss Amalia Lim, my real mother?” dean said from behind Winarsih's body.

“All outside, Win. Don't pack in!” said Ms. Amalia.

Dean hugged Winarsih's waist from behind. “Win .. I've brought a satay cart for you. You can eat as much. It's the satay man of our memories,” Dean said.

Dean lowered his head and spoke hiding his face behind Winarsih's head. “Mama can also eat. Still a lot,” continued Dean.

Winarsih looked at her mother-in-law's face with a regretful look. He didn't think Dean would interrupt his mother's break just to help open the door.

Winarsih released the grip of Dean's hand on his waist and turned around. Dean took two steps back, seeing Winarsih's gaze.

“I, right, have said ... ask you to wear a nightgown that is like a baby mosquito net.” Dean looked at Winarsih from toe to head. That night his wife wore complete sports training that was zipped down her chin. “Truly there is no gap in your sleeping uniform,” continued Dean.

“Rome time. Males. Promise in an hour. What time is it? All of his children slept. It's where the father is, but not coming home.” Winarsih nagged in a low voice while closing the room door.

“I actually went nemenin Toni. Kasian if you go alone. The sky and Rio were again outside the city. There's only me. Maybe tomorrow-tomorrow, Toni will ask for their help. My schedule is also tight starting tomorrow. Don't sulk yeah .. I lemes if you crumble. My soul is half left. Our family economy could be shaken, if I limp and do not enter the office, because you sulk. Inget Win .. the future of our family, all in your hands.” Dean hugged his wife. He hugged Winarsih, until half his wife's body was lifted.

“Can I say ..” sergeant Winarsih wriggled in her husband's arms.

“Kalo by the way yes can, Win ... others I can also. But not now. The saterer is downstairs. Come on, let's eat first. I haven't eaten either. After eating, I saw the kids going to their room. Importantly, his mother was secured first.” Dean lowered his head and kissed Winarsih's ear.

“Ya, yes, lastin. Said he wanted to eat.” Winarsih avoids Dean's kisses.

“Nah. You are so beautiful if you do not care. I'm going to do sports, but the uniform is not like this. Dituker yes, dear ...,” said Dean.

“Males, ah.” Winarsih let go of Dean's embrace. She then turned her body to unbutton her husband's suit. “Open first the suit .. must be sultry all day. Batinya later, kasian satinya later wait.” What else can he do besides taking care of Dean, the children and the needs of his in-laws in that house.

Winarsih does have a stock of patience abundant for her husband. Sometimes he's really upset with Dean. Before her husband arrived home, she usually had various plans to launch aggression. However, every time Dean came home, the plan was definitely scrapped.

Usually, the determination of aggression Winarsih began to fade when she saw the look of her husband's hearty and spoiled look. Then when her husband began to launch sweet sentences, his snack plan immediately collapsed and yawned.

That night, almost eleven o'clock in the evening, Winarsih was taken by her husband down the stairs to the front porch of the house. Right said her husband. A wagon of the satay craftsmen they used to be, was on the terrace. The smoke of the burning satellite billowed, and Dean clasped his hand to sit on the porch steps.

“Pak, the satellite two yes. Complete as usual,” said Dean.

“Good, Mr. Dean ...,” said mr. seller.

“You did not, first. When I didn't know you were pregnant, Dirja, we ate this father's satay for the first time. In front of us, sat the man who was dating again. Very amicable. That spoiled girl. At that time, I really wanted you to be like that. Wrapping my arm, backrest—”

“Trust gini?” tanya Winarsih tightened her seat and wrapped her hands around Dean's arm.

“Iya .. like that." Dean looked at his wife's head.

"Don't stay away from me, ma'am …. I never gombalin you. What I said, it's all true. My love is over for you and the kids. If the total value is one hundred, your share is less because it must be shared with our children.” Dean turned to Winarsih who was hugging his left arm and stuck his nose there.

“Do not play outside. In the office all day. Children rarely see their father. Do not come Mas do not deket with children.”

“I was with Toni. I want her to come back for Wulan. But, Wulan has her boyfriend. Really bummer. I'm a sprain, especially Toni. But ... earlier he managed to nyium Wulan like. Toni's lying. She didn't know I was professional about shuffling Ms. Winar's lipstick. Not kayak if he was riding his own car, then back to the office with the look of that kayak. That is the importance of often ngaca.”

“Hmmm—” says Winarsih.

“Win ...,” call Dean.

“Ya?” Winarsih looked up at her husband's face.

“Makasi, yes ... has been a wonderful wife of understanding for me. From a long time ago, until now, I knew accompanying me was not easy. That's why my wife, you must. You must be healthy, and live a long life. The fate of the successors of the Hartono family, is in your hands.”

Winarsih chuckled, then kissed Dean's arm which she hugged. “His father Dirja is also healthy and long life. Who else is troublesome this whole house, if not his father Dirja.”

Dean pouts. “This you ... since becoming an ally of Mama, getting bolder.”

“But .. his father Dirja also love more, right?”

“That's a—definitely. Later replace with the baby mosquito net material yes .. use the purple color. Waduh, Win, you must be so sexy.” Dean dipped his wife's forehead. “I want twice,” whispered Dean, then chuckle.

To Be Continued

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