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83. About Me and You

Winarsih stood hugging her husband's head. Swiping his back and patting Dean's shoulder softly.

“Iya .. I know Mas who put the kids to sleep. The location of the sleeping lamp above the nampas nempel to the wall. That means Mas just slide the lamp and lay next to Dita. I'm worried the lights will be broken. I know what my husband did. I also know Mas must be feeling guilty again. What did you do?” ask Winarsih. She smiled at the top of her husband's head.

However, as he asked that, Dean immediately raised his face. “Nothing, Win. I'm not doing anything. I just miss it. You go home soon. Regularly this hour I'm on my stomach, you're scratching my back.” Dean half-snouted looking at his wife's face. He looked at Winarsih's increasingly filled face, but did not hide his dimples. Highlight the gentle eyes that always make Dean fall in love.

“Yes, if there is nothing. I clean first, change clothes, so I can scratch his father's back Dirja.” Winarsih let go of her embrace.

“Ya, already. Clean up first. But ...” Dean pinched slowly on Winarsih's cheek, then tucked the hair behind his wife's ear.

“But what?” ask Winarsih.

“But pack new lingerie, yes …. The one bought last week,” pinta Dean.

“Hmmm .. I guess something changed. I guessed this,” Winarsih said.

Winarsih headed for the door between the cabinets that led to a small room where she placed bags and shoes. Dean leaned back on the headboard and checked his phone. After Winarsih came out of the bathroom, he followed his wife with a glance.

“So home what time is it?” Winarsih opened the leftmost wardrobe where they store sleeping clothes.

“Hour six nyampe home,” says Dean. His eyes looked at Winarsih's hand that was touching the hanger's surface inside the closet. “Ke right, win. Which color items,” said Dean. After saying that, he quickly lowered his head and returned pretending to be busy with his phone.

Winarsih who was still wearing a bathrobe looked back. Her prestige husband is sometimes too big to say need with someone. Maybe as long as Dean's alive, it's only his family that knows how the man's real behavior is. Winarsih already understood very well that in front of his friends Dean's ego must stay awake.

“Iya. Which is this item, right?” tanya Winarsih, held up one of the hangers containing black lingerie tiles. The lingerie is a dress along the thigh intersected A. With a set consisting only of dress and the lower interior.

“You've eaten?” dean asked as Winarsih pulled her bath robe fastener. “Ngadep to here, Win.” Dean confirmed the location of his pillow to watch Winarsih wearing her lingerie. He folded his hands behind his head. It's like watching television.

As usual, Winarsih always complied with Dean's request as much as possible. He twisted the body, then released the bath robe and let it fall to the floor.

“Already. Mom ate at her favorite restaurant. The same decketan where to gather Mas,” replied Winarsih, draping the thin dress tile past his head.

Several times after getting married, Dean went to clubs and SPA locations plus-plus for work. Even once twice Dean also told his wife about the place he had gone. Winarsih always responded calmly. Sometimes Dean intentionally tells it because he wants to be jealous. But, still provoking Winarsih was quite a difficult thing for the man. Only one thing could shake Winarsih's peace of heart. That's Dean's ex-girlfriend.

Women always thought the thing Dean did was look for a reason. But for Dean, his wife's jealousy was important. Every Winarsih was jealous of him, her confidence was increasing. Feel handsome, mighty, and needed. Winarsih once bent her face as she talked too long with her client's secretary at the office. Although his heart was numb from being scorned, but he was happy. When you get home, don't ask again. Their bed activities are getting hotter.

For Dean, his wife's jealousy in a proper stage is of paramount importance. But ... about his own jealousy? If you can, don't let him feel jealous. He was unable to share his wife's attention with anyone other than his family. His friends often said he was selfish. He's not angry. Why get angry when people say the right thing? Dean is a lawyer. All his theories of life were centered on proving facts and arguments.

Regarding the women Dean met in working hours, Winarsih can indeed be calm. Because her husband did not know these women specifically. He also understands very well that Dean is the type of man who ‘hard to touch’ by strangers.

At their wedding reception in Jambi, the bride and groom look a little uncomfortable because Dean repeatedly refused to be helped dressed. Especially when applying makeup. The fairy assistant back then was a woman in her early thirties. Asking Dean to look up and touch her husband's face. Dean immediately shook his head. Dean doesn't want his face to be ruined. The man chose to wear his own lip balm. And as a result, Dean was still as handsome as ever.

For the women around Dean, Winarsih can tolerate it. The natural gesture and carelessness of Dean, which had indeed been around for a long time like that, couldn't have changed just overnight. Dean was the youngest child with a ten-year age gap from his brother. His childhood was spent at home with Mbah. Doing naughty just to get the attention of his mom and dad who rarely spend time with him.

Although often annoyed at being bullied while out of the house, Winarsih never nagged her husband too seriously. If you have to deliberately linger leaving her husband too, she is not sure it will be able to. He can't bear. Saturday and Sunday when they were at home, she never got out of her husband's sight.

Winarsih took a walk in the park while Dean was watching television in the living room. She knew her husband would occasionally turn his head outside to watch. Possessive dean. Everybody knows that. But, as a wife she was not disturbed. Pissed off? Frequent. But, accustomed to Dean's attitude like that, Winarsih even felt that there was something lacking if the man was silent for two hours without disturbing him.

“Hose here, I want to talk to you about something.” Dean pressed a button on the nightstand, and the light of the room light turned to a dim yellow. Winarsih crawled up to the bed and lay down next to Dean.

“Task know what?” winarsih asked, lying close to Dean, and wrapped her hands around the man's plate.

“Ngasi tau if I do not need three eggs to be able to go back and forth. I just need you to wear this shirt,” said Dean.

“What chain ...,” said Winarsih.

“I'm really kangen,” said Dean, looking down and linking their lips in a greedy sip. A second later, Winarsih had closed her eyes enjoying her husband's kiss. Dean hugged her, pressed her back so that their bodies were completely attached to each other. Her husband's legs even circled her body like a bolster.

To Be Continued

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