GENK DUDA ACUTE
5. The One Night Mistake

“Pantes I'm not looking for, it turns out my wife is good to sleep. Her husband has not yet returned.” Dean was already sitting behind the steering wheel and grumbling at Winarsih.

“I'm sleepy. So do not keep getting pregnant. I'm not going home what time.” Winarsih just got into the car and held her bag when she heard Dean's complaint in the morning.

“Semaleman I slept not hugged. Backed. Though yesterday I wanted malem,” complained Dean again.

“Sorry Mas Dean .. here I hug.” Winarsih spread her hand asking Dean to come closer.

Dean immediately welcomed the hug. “I went home malem because there is work that I have to finish because this morning want to nganter you to the doctor.”

“Iya, Darling ..” replied Winarsih tightened her embrace and gently kissed Dean's neck.

Dean almost giggled, but closed his mouth behind Winarsih's back. If only his wife had known that last night she had a fight with a female shaman in the wilderness. He could not imagine what his wife would say. Dean enjoys Winarsih feeling guilty by peeping her neck repeatedly.

“If Mas rush this morning, tomorrow can also go to his doctor.” Winarsih took her hug off Dean.

That morning they were late enough because there were two children who did not want to be separated from their mother. Dean had to settle down so as not to mourn Widi, his youngest daughter. And when he managed to escape, it was Winarsih's turn to persuade Dita who did not want to eat fed to her babysitter.

“However, can ... I have promised Ms. Winar. I've been impregnating, but to the doctor alone continues. Later from the doctor, we eat first, I keep anther home. New ... I to the office.” Dean leaned over to wrap his right hand around Winarsih's waist. “Cium Win,” whispered Dean.

“Kan was able to be in the room,” said Winarsih began to fidget because Dean had smeared his cheeks and rubbed his stomach containing a 12-week fetus.

“But earlier dor—” Dean closed his mouth. Almost he slipped the mention of Dirja, Dita and Widi as doremi. Winarsih can nag him again if their children are called by the name of the steps of the tone, even though the reality is close to the truth. Height of Dirja, Dita, and Widi, tails like stairs. And now, the next step of the scale is being conceived.

“I'm neat to be ruffled again.” Winarsih.

“Don't be stingy .. later your child looks like me again,” muttered Dean then pressed Winarsih's back until pasted his body. “That's so bad of you .. earlier wanted me to mess around in the room, your son is crying.” Dean brushed Winarsih's hair behind his ear and kissed his wife's neck.

“Once bad luck ..” reprimand Winarsih on her husband. Despite saying that, his hand had already moved to Dean's thigh and gently scratched the part.

Dean kisses Winarsih good morning. Having three toddlers who are almost the same size, making their beds always full of children who want to sleep in the arms of their mothers every night.

Winarsih is still in college. Student invitations on campus so that his wife follow many activities, making Dean feel he had to go back to impregnating the woman. And thankfully, Winarsih who felt that she had to be devoted to her husband, never complained or rejected her husband's wishes.

In just an instant, the pregnant Winarsih was already stingy releasing Dean's kiss. “Udah, later even ngajak to dalem. So go home cepet,” said Winarsih wiping Dean's lips affected by lipstick stains.

“I, dear work ..” said Dean lowered the sun visor to check his face. “Entar malem yes .…” Not yet Dean has ordered the slot.

“Still no lipstick stains.” Winarsih looked around the dashboard and found no tissue. “Nothing is there?” tanya Winarsih opened the dashboard drawer. Unable to find the tissue in front, Winarsih's hand reached into the back pocket of Dean's seat. Because he did not also find, he slightly leaned his body back and reached into the back pocket of the seat he occupied.

“No also Mas ..” said Winarsih.

Hearing that, Dean folded the sun visor and turned to face his wife. “Returns a bit, snag this.” Their chests were crimped between the seats.

Winarsih sneered at the flirtatious face of her husband. “Eh wait—ini what?” Winarsih felt her hand holding the plastic which contained a round and hard object. He lifted the plastic out of the bag.

Dean who was still trying to remove the expensive lipstick stain he had devoured, frowned curiously at the plastic bag Winarsih was opening.

A moment later, “This is whose flower, Mas?”

“Hah?” Dean half-gagged. Her lips were still pink and her countenance was completely confused.

Winarsih again stirred the contents of black crackle plastic that he found.

“There are grapefruit as well ... Mas to the shaman? Overseas graduates, back home to bring flowers seven ways.” Winarsih clucked and threw an annoyed look at her husband.

“What is the charm of Mas has started to fade, until need to shaman?”

“No way if it was Win ... not me.”

“So who?” tanya Winarsih thrusting the contents of the flower wrapped in banana leaves.

“Toni it—si bule crazy,” replied Dean.

“Kok can be here? Where did you go late last night? He said in the office,” demanded Winarsih put a plastic crackle on the middle dashboard.

“Emang in the office Darling .. but Toni stopped by, and she came home.” Dean turned his gaze forward and started driving forward. “We go directly to the doctor yes, entar keburu rame.”

Dean could feel Winarsih still staring intently at him. Now the woman is very skilled at CT scans of her head. “Later I sprinkle the flower on Toni's head,” Dean said really upset.

It seemed like that afternoon, they all had to have an emergency meeting in the Beer Garden. Dean felt the need to return the flower to its original owner. Also ... about the Sky snack that is still kept secret.

As long as Dean accompanied Winarsih at the obstetrician, the woman became speechless. His wife seemed to be in disbelief at what he said just now. Dean couldn't be honest about it. His pride did not accept that Winarsih to know he and his friends went splitting the forest only to meet shamans ngawur. It could even complicate the exit permit later in the day.

But despite slightly bending his face, Winarsih still left his hand on Dean's thigh. It was like an unwritten agreement. Dean held his wife's hand tightly over her thigh as they sat in wait. Can't move.

***

Dean came a little late to the Beer Garden. Just as he was preparing to leave his room, Ryan came in and handed him a stack of documents he had to sign. A little hasty he pushed the glass door of the cafe and went straight to the table they used to sit on.

Before Dean stepped his foot towards the table, his gaze circulated at a glance. He saw two men who also seemed to be a young father team, occupying a table opposite the hallway. Must be a new visitor, Dean thought. The faces of both are rarely seen there. If the two men will often be there, maybe the predicate of handsome father in Beer Garden will not be able to defend his genk. One of the dimpled men smiled at him, before he threw himself next to Heaven.

“For so long lo! Habits if promise likes dateng the latest,” umpat Toni.

“Custom. He's dandy and must be the longest. Dateng is also the longest,” welcomes Sky.

“But go home at the most. Alesannya bini cave already nelfon,” sambar Rio. Dean just chuckles in response to the babbling of his best friends.

Just now Dean patted Sky's shoulder to start a conversation about the mystery snack, from the entrance of a beautiful woman passing in the hallway that separates the two rows of tables in the cafe. The red tight blouse immediately nailed the eyes of the men who were there.

“Love!!” call the woman to her friend who has been sitting on the table. With a graceful step the woman walked like a model as if enjoying every pair of eyes that were devouring her body with a view.

Accidentally, as before, they all simultaneously issued the word, “Uuuuuu ...” When the woman's ass just passed from before them.

“Love said, I'd like to answer. Kirain me,” said Toni chuckles.

“Cakep yes, definitely still young.” The sky says as if to itself.

“Gede.” The words immediately shot out of Dean's mouth as automatically as they had been pre-programmed.

“But lo from the past that big hold. Which at home is less big?” ask Sky while punching Dean's shoulder softly.

“That's at home the best,” connect Dean while laughing.

And when they were all chuckling, Dean's gaze again met with the dimpled man who also laughed. He was willing to bet that what the four of them had just said about the woman, must be the same as the two men at the opposite table thought.

To Be Continued