GENK DUDA ACUTE
64. I'm not Letting You Be Unhappy

Dean's throne where else if not in his room. He managed to dominate again, although Winarsih pursed his mouth when he entered the house. Fortunately that night, Amalia and all her children fell asleep. Dean just stayed put up a shield and teased his wife until bedtime.

Dean's not his name if he doesn't get what he wants from Winarsih. Despite having to sulk or squeak, Dean still gets what he wants. After cleaning his face and changing his clothes, he lay in satin pajamas and one hand which he piled on his head. His gaze traced Winarsih who was still wearing a bath robe in front of the dressing table.

“Dipake, yes ... I just want to see you sleep with that.” Dean looked at his wife's face.

“Bene, yes .. just for sleeping. Don't bother anymore,” Winarsih said.

“Neg. I'm not disturbing. I caress you before I go to sleep. I rubbed his back to make it more sound,” said Dean, agreeing.

Still resting with his hands, Dean looked at Winarsih who was removing the bathrobe and grabbed the hanger containing lingerie. He saw his wife's stomach was re-stirring at the age of almost four months pregnant. Her hips and chest had already re-expanded preparing for the presence of their fourth baby.

“Come here,” pinta Dean. He was anxious to see Winarsih who was putting her feet in a thin red lace dress. “Muter here, Win. I want to see,” Dean said.

Winarsih turned the body to face Dean. Then her hand went into the slit of the dress and hooked the thin straps on both sides of her shoulder. He used to be a little surprised by the price of a thin piece of lace but had a price more expensive than normal clothes. Now he doesn't care anymore. Although it was forbidden to add to the collection, Dean still continued to invite him to visit the lingerie store, which has a striking pink interior in the mall.

Winarsih was wearing a thin, red lingerie at Dean's request.

“You are so sexy, you know,” Dean said from bed. His eyes moved to the top of Winarsih's chest glaring behind the thin lace. “Sini—sini, lay deket me,” invite Dean.

“Just sleep, yes,” said Winarsih, back reminding.

“It may not be just sleeping. There must be a hold of it too. Now only someone has wriggled to get up,” said Dean, chuckling. “Sini, dear ...,” invite Dean, extend his hand call Winarsih.

“Mas slide, I'm over here.” Winarsih pointed to the edge of the bed next to two empty baby boxes.

“What, anyway, that's not for you.” Dean welcomed his wife's hand crawling up to the bed. He rose up and spread out the blanket so that Winarsih would enter it. “This hugs me,” Dean said.

Winarsih lay down next to him. The woman closed her eyes. Still with a little annoyance in the heart, because the husband is so fussy. He felt Dean's hand rub his back which was only covered in thin lace gently. Dean stretched his hands up and down Winarsih's body slowly.

“I love so much, you know, the same you. For me, the comfort of you and the kids is number one. I am restless if you escape my observation. You're young, we're eight years old, Win. I don't want you to meet another man. I feel like I can work more quietly if you know you're at home with the kids. Let me see the horrible world out there. You just enjoy my hard work. So the mother of my children, so my wife. Yes, that's it. I didn't ask for much.”

“That's a lot too,” says Winarsih. He still closed his eyes.

“You don't love me, same me?” ask Dean.

“Yes, love. But kesel,” replied Winarsih.

“Yes, no nothing spree. The important love,” said Dean. His hand then moved from his back towards the front of Winarsih's body. Cupped Winarsih's chest for a while, then down stroked her hips and thighs. The thin lace felt soft and stuck tight to his wife's body.

The new red lingerie— is not as thin and translucent as the purple lingerie called Dean made from the same as baby mosquito nets. Dean touched the top of his wife's chest, rubbed the top of the chest with his thumb, circled slowly and stayed there until it tightened.

Dean looked down at Winarsih's face lying against him with his eyes closed. Then slowly he lowered the thin rope that was still stuck on his wife's shoulder. His head then lowered, drowning his mouth in what he felt was always intoxicating. Winarsih did indeed shut down, but he knew the woman was still awake and was enjoying.

Dean's hand continued down and stopped right in the middle of the soft gap between Winarsih's thighs. From behind that thin red lace, his fingers cradled the soft gap. Which slowly felt warm and wet in his palm. In just an instant, the red lace became damp.

“Says bosen .. but if it's good, you're at aja.” Dean whispered, then bit his wife's ear slowly.

“Tuk ...” Winarsih's complaint was mixed with a groan.

Dean didn't heed that. He swiped his fingers towards the gap that had been moist since earlier. He opened the warm fold and felt the warm crack open for him. Winarsih groaned, then leaned her head on Dean's shoulder. His hips moved in a touch of Dean's hand, swinging his body in a way that satisfied himself the most.

Dean pushed his fingers deeper, and kept pressing. Then with his thumb he stroked the swollen bud in his wife's wet fold.

“Mas ...,” by Winarsih.

“Malem this is you,” whispered Dean, then kissed the top of his wife's head.

Winarsih jerked her breath short. He groaned in one village - a perfect trembling breath. Such a beautiful groan at once satisfied Dean's ears.

Dean then looked back down to whisper in his wife's ear. “Still sleepy, or want me to handle the truth?”

"If I say no, but it must be packed."

"Well, that's .. How am I not possessive? Your understanding is rare, Win." Dean grabbed Winarsih's hand and slipped it into his pyjamas. "She asked to be loved from earlier. Miss Win kisses, she said." Dean whispered in his wife's ear.

***

The initial assumption of inviting Rey is something easy. But the truth is not that easy. Rey is hard to contact. Wulan said she had contacted her boyfriend four times, but there was no clarity on where he was.

“So how, De?” tanya Toni that afternoon by phone.

“For a long time, really, really complicated this Rey.” Dean was on his way back to the office after court. “Wulan in his office?” ask Dean.

“Iya, in the office. Lo where?” Toni asked back.

“Lo pick up Wulan, deh. We're going straight to Rey's office. I already have a copy of the CV name that he uses for these small activities. Buruan, yes. I'm direct, nih.” –Dean turned to Ryan who was driving—“We to his office Rey aja, direct.”

“Ready,” says Ryan.

“De! De!” call Toni.

“What, siiih ...,” says Dean.

“Lo don't go in first, yes! Wait for me ama Wulan!” tony across the phone.

“Yes, that. Kan, Wulan is dating Rey. My time is mutusin. ‘Rey, our relationship got here aja, yes. Service lo not good, anu lo standard.’ That?” Dean laughed out loud.

“Dog! You are a dog!” toni Maki.

Dean grew louder and hung up on him.

To Be Continued