Wife Contract Fake Sniper Limping

1980

Yanti blinked her eyes many times to remove the sadness that had emerged from her heart. He recalled a conversation with his father last night.

It has been weeks of source water on the mountain where they live, often dry, causing crop failures. His mother and father intend to sell another patch of rice fields for the needs of life. Yanti disagrees and decides to go to the city looking for work.

"But your son is still a child, Yan. Just over a year," prevent the Father.

"Not what, sir. Waskito's been weaned, it's ndak nyusu again." Yanti tried to convince her parents and herself.

"After all, I can all find out about Mas Darto," Yanti added with a downcast face.

His father breathed. "Your intentions are good, Nduk. I just ordered, you don't expect too much. Moreover, he immediately left after marriage and never returned."

"It would be better if Darto did not need to go back," said his father again. "If it wasn't for.."

"Sir," called Yanti while holding the old man's hand. "Please doain Yanti so that you can get work and a lot of money."

"Yes, son," I rubbed Yanti's head. "Emak and I would like to wish you and Waskito the best."

The next day, he left before dawn from home and only arrived at Gubeng Railway Station after 12 hours.

"Newspapers, Newspapers! Surya Jawa Pos Memo! Warm News! President Soeharto announces a new cabinet!!" shouted the newspaper delivery boy, offering his wares.

The chaotic people and the tiled make Yanti confused, so she walks out of the station and is greeted by various vehicles that are unfamiliar to her.

Yanti is relieved to be able to meet her friend, Rini. In his village, Yanti only occasionally takes the dock and more walks. The young mother felt lucky to have an acquaintance in town, who helped her get a job as a maid.

After a day of moving from one place to another, he was very tired and wanted to get to his final destination soon today. Yanti's prospective employer's house.

"This is the place, Ma'am," said the rickshaw puller who delivered.

Yanti came down and paid the rickshaw fare.

The sound of the clompen Yanti was heard loudly in the quiet house. He hesitated a bit, but still ventured to raise his hand and knock on the door.

"Excuse me! Mr Dennis! Excuse me!!" call Yanti.

Yanti waited while giving a glance around the house. The house is not too big but the walls are all walled.

Not long after, Yanti heard the sound of not tock from inside the house. Sounds similar to his group.

The door then opens. There stood a man in milky white, small and sharp eyes. The man was tall, so Yanti had to look up to see his face.

"Sir Dennis?" ask Yanti.

"Yes, What?" Dennis's large and heavy voice, sounded fierce, shrinking Yanti's heart.

"I'm Yanti, who will work here." Yanti explained.

This time it was Dennis' turn to look at Yanti from top to bottom, then up again. Yanti, who was uncomfortable with the man's gaze, lifted up her tenteng bag to cover part of her body.

"Come in," the man ordered briefly as he turned around and entered the house.

Yanti followed the man, who told her to sit in the living room. His heart was pounding, scared. Just this time he was working alone in a foreign place.

"You want to be a maid?" ask Dennis.

Yanti nodded.

"What can you do?" asked the man again, a thin mustache made him look even fiercer.

"I can wash clothes, clean, cook." said Yanti quickly. "I can cook snacks too, sir. Jenang macem-macem."

Dennis tapped the head of the stick with his finger. "Before you came here, what did you do?"

"I'm helping you out in the garden and downstairs, sir."

"Can you use an electric iron?" ask Dennis again.

Yanti was silent, she did not understand what the man meant. "What, Sir? Rica?"

"D-te-ri-ka... Electric iron," Dennis repeated.

Yanti's face still seemed to not understand. The man then took a long breath. Yanti becomes worried that the man rejects her and chooses an experienced maid.

"My energy is strong, sir. I can work from dawn to asar." Yanti tries to make herself reliable.

"I'm alone in this house, what are you doing?" ask Dennis.

Deg.

Yanti had no idea before that the man lived alone without children and a wife or other family. He hesitated to keep working or not. Yanti is afraid if there is anything later.

"If you want, your room is on the second floor" Dennis continued. "I can't take care of my home alone. I have to work."

Yanti's eyes were now directed at the black stick that was upright next to Dennis's feet. When entering earlier, Yanti also saw the strange way. The man's right leg is limping.

Yanti felt there was a bit of hope now. It is not easy to find a job. And if anything happens, Yanti can run quickly out of the house, ahead of Dennis.

"Job just take care of the house, don't you, Mr Dennis?"

This time the man glared, making Yanti gamang.

"If your job is not right or no becus, I can cut your salary. Or I fire," Dennis threatened.

"Yes, Sir. I'll do diligent work, sir," said Yanti hurriedly. He remembered that many tiles in the kitchen were holes.

Dennis stood up and told Yanti to follow him. The man showed me his bedroom and his study. What to do and prohibitions during your stay here.

"Can you read it or write it?" ask Dennis again.

"Sir, Sir. I can only count."

Dennis turned around again and continued walking to the other part of the house.

"Hm. This is the kitchen and dining room. You cook here, there's a bathroom next door and you wash your clothes. Your room's up the stairs there." Dennis pointed at it while explaining again.

Yanti didn't really understand, but she nodded. He did not want to lose his first job.

"Yes already. You work from tomorrow. Now take a shower first, let's not smell like goats," said Dennis who is now walking away.

Yanti blinked, not believing. He may have heard wrong, or not. All my life, only now do people say he stinks.

Yanti was very embarrassed, moreover this was the first time they had met.

...

In a very modern bathroom, Yanti rubs her skin until it feels hot. The cold water made it fresh, but now his stomach was increasingly rumbling after

not eating all day.

After finishing the bath, Yanti stopped on the spot when she saw her master sitting on a wooden chair near the dining table. There was a plate containing a white round object next to it.

"You eat this first." Dennis thrust that white thing. Since Yanti was silent, Dennis took one and placed it in Yanti's hand.

"You haven't eaten all day, have you? Now there's just this. After eating, you can rest. Tomorrow you are taught Mbok Jum."

The round object in Yanti's hand, was more tender than apem and gave off a pleasant fragrance, making Yanti's saliva rise.

"Thank you, sir." Although all day had seen various amazing things that were not found in his village, it was not comparable with the happiness of Yanti today.

He walked straight into the kitchen and sat on the tile floor before biting on the soft cotton thing. Yanti did not stop until the snack in her hand ran out. Only then did he think, how could Dennis know that he had not eaten all day.

When he was on the bed and stretched his tense body since morning, Yanti began to remember her son, Waskito. The cute boy was forced to leave while still sleeping.

Just for a moment, tears were dripping down the young mother's cheeks. The longing he could not endure, flowed unstoppably. Only Waskito's clothes were held tightly, accompanying Yanti until her crying subsided swallowed by a dream.

...

It's customary to wake up before sunrise. After washing his face, he wanted to start his work.

But in an unfamiliar place, where he did not know which north was south, Yanti could only palpate in the dark. He remembered that here used electric lights, not public or gas lights.

As his hands fumbled, he accidentally nudged the falling item like a waterfall with a flashing sound that echoed throughout the house. Yanti immediately did not dare to move in the slightest, afraid of causing even more chaos.

In a deafening silence, Yanti hears a familiar 'tok tok' sound. When I was wondering what that sound was, it was getting closer... The lights suddenly lit up with Dennis's face right in front of him.

"Well!" Yanti suddenly pulled her body away but her hand was captured by the man.

"What do you want, it's still dark like this?" ask Dennis. His voice and face were angry. His little eyes flashed strangely.

"I-I want to turn on the lights, sir. Go cook," Yanti replied in a panic. Why is this man's hand so strong. This time the man took off as Yanti retracted her hand.

"This is nothing. You have to shop first" Dennis stepped back, put some distance between them. "Later Mbok Jum here, teach you all kinds, including using iron."

Yanti, who lowered her face in fear of looking at those little black eyes, caught the long black object in Dennis's right hand.

"Why? Never seen a limp?" siss Dennis.

Yanti also raised her face again, faced with Dennis who still looked irritated.

"You clean this up first." Dennis's hand pointed at the brass and silver objects splattered on the floor. "The broom and the washcloth are there."

The man then turned around, with a 'tok tok' sound from his cane. Yanti quickly calmed her still stubborn heart and turned to the task in plain sight.

Chaos he made himself.

The young lady snorted softly, at least the lights were already on now.

Yanti not only tidied up the metal dish, but also piles of objects that filled almost all sides of the house. Not only books, but also papers, sculptures and strange sculptures.

When finished, the day was bright and the sweat soaked his round face.

"Yes! Yanti!" call Dennis.

Yanti rushed to the man, in his dirty hands there was still a washcloth. "Falem, sir."

"Mbok Jum will be shopping soon. You go in there, he's already in front of the house" Dennis said without lifting his little eyes off the sheet of paper in hand.

Yanti walked slowly to the front of the house, where stood a middle-aged woman with a shopping cart.

"Mbok Jum? I'm Yanti, Mr. Dennis' maid," Yanti said.

The woman smiled, an aura of patience emanating on her wide face. "Shop now, Ti? Have you asked Dennis for money?"

"I forgot, Mock!" Yanti rushed in to see her master again.

...

Mbok Jum doesn't talk much, just as necessary.

Not only shopping, Mbok Jum also taught Yanti to use different kitchen utensils. Fortunately the gas stove was easier to ignite than the furnace, so Yanti had not too much trouble afterwards.

As her cooking matures, Yanti searches for Dennis but finds no man anywhere.

"Later to appear, Ti. You eat first, let there be manpower for labor," advised Mbok Jum before saying goodbye.

Yanti doesn't think much when doing as Mbok Jum suggested. He ate and looked for anything that could be done.

Alone at home, accompanied by the sound of his clompen tak tok tak tok.

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