GENK DUDA ACUTE
72. Outside the Plan

“Mas, Widi's shoes fell off. If the child's carrying is seen first his shoes are complete or not,” scolding Winarsih, holding next to Widi's shoes that fall in the living room. He followed Dean's footsteps to a car whose door had been opened by Mr. Noto.

“I'm more focused on her legs complete what not. That is more than enough,” said Dean, standing in front of the car door with one hand outstretched on Winarsih. “Ayo, up. Toni Deket's house, but we have to nyampe first. You haven't met Toni's mom. I'll know you later,” Dean said.

“Everything is, Sir?” ask Mr. Noto to make sure everyone who will leave has entered the car.

Dean sat on Widi Danurdara. His head looked back at his children. Dierja Daniswara and Dita Diajeng sat with their babysitters. While babysitter Widi is still free from her duties. He sat in the back seat and extended his hand to Widi. The baby was struggling around Dean's neck not letting go. Since morning, the 20-month-old baby was looking to be spoiled with his father. Dean, who rarely spends time with his son, had to spend Saturdays and Sundays as a good husband and father without complaining.

“My son, one, two, three, the fourth is still in the stomach.” Dean looked at Winarsih's stomach, then looked at her face. “My wife is one. Yes, Sir. Completed. Depart now,” pinta Dean.

Mr. Noto swiftly shifted the car door, then rushed around to get behind the wheel.

Toni's house is only three kilometers from Dean's. Still in the same area. Preparations went that day longer than the trip they took. Only 15 minutes because it has to rotate through the protocol path.

“Widi same Mbak first, yes?” persuade Dean.

“Nggak.” The toddler shook his head. “Sama Mr aja,” connect Widi.

“Or same Mom, yuk?” invite Winarsih, spread out her hands. Widi shook her head again. Winarsih grimacedly looked at her husband. He's a little tired of seeing Dean who's really not wrinkled. Even to hold his phone, he couldn't.

Winarsih moved her seat toward Dean. He held her shoes and put them on. “We play to the house Mr. There will be temen. There's Mama too. There don't run, don't climb, don't scream, don't fight. Denger Mom?” winarsih asked, holding her daughter's chin until it sounded legitimate.

“Iya,” says Widi. Dean smiled, kissing his son's head. His left hand rubbed against Winarsih's arm resting on his knee.

“The same day also, yes ... Denger Mom, right?” tanya Winarsih looked over.

“Denger,” said Dirja, turning to her mother. “Dit,” call Dirja on Dita next to it.

“I was horrified,” replied Dita, sneering at her older brother.

Apparently, Dean's arrival along with Ryan. His secretary's car was seen in front and first entered through the fence.

“Liat, tuh, Win. Employee Danawira about on time do not doubt.” Dean pointed at Santoso who was already standing on the stairs.

“Kok, is there Santoso?” ask Winarsih a little surprised.

“Toni invite. He said let it rip and exclaim. Santoso is a birthday clown, yes?” Dean giggles. Winarsih smiled not because of Santoso, but because he saw Dean's ignorant look.

The car stopped on the porch and the troops Dean brought down one by one.

“Which host?” dean asked Santoso who was standing on the terrace. Shortly after asking that question, the Musdalifah appeared from within.

“Pak Toni is coming out soon,” said Muadalifah, standing next to Santoso.

Dean climbed the four steps of the terrace still with Widi in his cradle. He went straight to Santoso.

“Congratulations, yes .. may last to posterity,” said Dean, chuckling.

Santoso welcomed his superior's hand. “Thank you, Sir. Please enjoy the dish,” welcome Santoso, let Dean enter by sweeping his hand to the side.

Musdalifah turned his head, then realized the position of the establishment and Santoso side by side was indeed like a bride waiting for guests.

“Basic,” scolding Musdalifah, immediately away from Santoso and his boss. Ryan laughed, but shook his head. He then saw Winarsih who was still standing under the stairs holding Dita.

“Sampe forgot his wife,” murmured Ryan, shaking his head as he clucked.

“Mas,” call Winarsih to resuscitate her husband.

“Oh, yes, geez. My wife missed.” Dean came back down the stairs and grabbed his wife. “Sorry, yes, Win .. I don't want to lose that golden moment.” He came back giggling.

“Veryzny,” whistle Winarsih. Dean laughed again, then pinched Winarsih's cheek.

“That's Mr. Toni,” Santoso.

Toni came out to pick up her guests in neat, yet casual clothes. Her smile expanded due to her proposal received by Wulan a few days ago.

“Eh, there's Bu Win. Many nephew Om also,” greeting Toni, holding the hand of Widi who was in Dean's arms.

“Om Toni!” call Dirja.

“There is a hero,” said Toni, directing the fist towards Dirja who was immediately greeted by the boy. “Try laughing,” pinta Toni on Dirja. The boy did it straight away. “His eyes are bright,” said Toni, laughing chuckling. Dirja again pointed her fists at Toni's clenched hands.

“Come, come in, Bu.” Musdalifah invites Winarsih to go inside by teaching the steps of his superior guests.

“There, still in the room. Datengin aja,” said Toni. “Mbak, children are brought to play in the living room only, there is a large. Deket to the side terrace as well,” Toni added, pointing to the living room located on the right side on the three babysitters Dean brought.

“Ya, already. Get there, Mbak.” Winarsih walked along to deliver Widi who was still holding the edge of her clothes.

“Which Noto pack? Back to back?” ask Tony to Dean.

“Faith. Straight to the back,” replied Dean. “Gue to room nyokap lo, yes.” After seeing Toni's nod as a sign of approval, Dean walked towards the manual stairs.

That afternoon Dean was wearing jeans with a bright yellow short-sleeved shirt patterned with foliage. The color looks very suitable with the color of his skin.

Geck. Geck. Geck.

“Mami ...,” call Dean.

“Who?” sahut Mrs Anderson.

“Dean,” replied Dean.

“Log.”

Hearing that answer, Dean pressed the door handle and pushed it.

“This is Dean, you know. Still snot, right?” dean asked, approaching Mami Toni's wheelchair in front of the television.

“Still. Flirtatious Dean,” replied Mami Toni smiling.

“Sama kayak son Mami flirtatious. It means we are real men without a doubt. Mommy how are you?”

“Yeah, look at it. Not sick, not healthy. In a moment it also goes to the ground,” replied Mami Toni.

“Ih, saying. How, so?” Dean pulled a bench from under the dresser to sit down. “Mami should be healthy. Toni has no children. Mami, right, have to see the grandkids first.”

“Toni does not want to marry again,” replied Mami Toni.

“Who said? Toni's? Ah, don't believe it. Just yesterday she went on a date with Wulan,” replied Dean.

Mami Toni silently heard Dean's words. “Mami doesn't like it,” answers later.

“Why? Isn't Toni the one who likes it enough?” ask Dean.

“You're still as recalcitrant as ever. If Mami says it doesn't feel like afdol if you don't answer, yes?” Madame Anderson slightly lowered her head, looking at Dean from behind her glasses. The old woman did not look sick from her tone. But from her appearance, Dean was able to conclude that Mami Toni was indeed really sick.

“Mi, not good, right, in the room alone continue? My mom used to be sick too. The mom needs temen.”

“Udah is there, tuh. Come soon,” replied Mami Toni. His hand shifted to grab the television remote that was on his lap. Dean picked up the remote and placed it into the old woman's grasp.

“Who? Mami needs temen which can also be a cement for Toni. Don't be reckless,” said Dean. “Must be the right person, Mi. Because, if Toni is given the right person, friends for Mami will appear. Kayak Mom. Now there are a lot of them. Mama's room is always crowded.” Dean laughed softly. He recalled how Ms. Amalia who was now resigned to the contents of her room. The woman now lies there watching three toddlers dragging their toys into her room and playing there.

“Who is right? A wulan? It wasn't there, either, tuh.”

“Eits, Mami can't do that. Dean doesn't want to teach. But everyone deserves a second chance. Want to meet Dean's wife? The woman that Mama refused to be her daughter-in-law. Now Mama's not comfortable leaving, but Dean's wife isn't coming. For women's affairs, Mama is more comfortable talking to Dean's wife. Even now the frequency of Mama nyari Dean is much reduced. Mama has more confidence in her daughter-in-law.”

“Because you are wayward. That's why Mama you trust your wife.”

“Not .. because Dean's wife is worthy of trust. Also, Mama wants to open her heart to know Dean's wife.” Dean rubs Mami Toni's arm over the wheelchair handle. “You want to meet Dean's wife and children?”

Mami Toni nodded.

“We are out, yes ...” Dean grabbed the remote and turned off the television. Then, he pushed Mami Toni's wheelchair out of the room and turned towards the small elevator in the right corner of the second floor. From above he could hear the voice of Rio and Sky speaking. The voices of children also filled the house that used to be quiet every day.

“Hey ... This Oma ...” Dean pushed the wheelchair into the living room. All the guests were there sitting there relaxing and joking.

“Where is Dean's wife?” ask Mami Toni. Winarsih stood up from the sofa and came over.

“This, Mi ...,” says Dean.

“Wah, Ara is getting pretty, yeah. It used to be so skinny. Contains this more beautiful, you know.” Mami Toni looked at Dean's face. Winarsih stood in front of the woman who was remembering her husband's ex-boyfriend.

Everyone look at each other. Toni immediately got up from the sofa approaching her mother. Dean let out a short sigh realizing that his task that day was gaining weight. As for Musdalifah, he painstakingly clenched his mouth to stifle laughter. His annoyance was immediately avenged.

To Be Continued