Wife Contract Fake Sniper Limping

10. Preparation

Yanti felt her fingers stiff because most of the writing these days. When he complained to Mbok Jum, the woman smiled.

"Student learning starting from Elementary grade 1 to grade 3. That's three years. Now the writing is still difficult to read," said the wanjta.

In disbelief, Yanti asked to be shown the boy's textbook after school. Sure enough, Yanti could not distinguish the letters written by Eagle. Unlike the writing of Bu Niken which is very neat and orderly.

"If you often write later good long by yourself," Mbok Jum encouraged Yanti.

The young mother did not complain about the increasing hours of study.

At first they only studied for two hours, then three hours a day and since Dennis said he needed to learn manners, it became four hours a day. Though what is learned is something that Yanti said is not necessary.

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That morning, Ms. Niken asked for a 'pit' on Mr. Dennis. The man brought back two wooden skewers that Kito often used toys.

Yanti was amazed to see Miss Niken practicing how to use chopsticks to pick up objects such as rubber erasers, pencils, paper, and others near them. Two sticks were pinned to Bu Niken's slender finger as if he could move on his own.

Curious, Yanti also tried and whatever she held with chopsticks, managed to fall.

"Why don't you eat with a spoon?" ask Yanti after failing for the twentieth time. "Sir Dennis used to wear it too."

Niken shakes. "Too much learned by Bu Yanti later even forget."

The woman approached and helped point the position of Yanti's finger which was still mistaken. Because it is not used, the fingers are stiff and difficult to direct it remains missed.

"Bu Yanti learned to use chopsticks again, later. Now we continue to learn more about manners," said Niken while removing his hand from Yanti's hand.

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In addition to writing lessons, Yanti's task is now increasing. She must be adept at wearing chopsticks before they go to Lady Lili's house. That pressure made it hard to sleep, so Yanti went downstairs to get some water. At that moment, he saw Dennis who was walking while grinning, in pain.

"Well, Mr. Dennis is really limping, anyway. I thought it was a lie" chirped Yanti who walked over.

Dennis who heard it, squinted his dark and small eyes until almost invisible. Yanti who did not see her master offended instead walked over.

"Which pain, anyway, sir?" yanti asked as she looked towards Dennis' white and smooth legs.

Dennis tapped on the empty chair next to him. "Sit there" he ordered.

Yanti pouted in a Dennis manner that was not pleasant to hear. After Yanti sat down, the man raised one leg of Yanti's lap. The woman spontaneously stood up and pushed Dennis' feet.

"Well, Sir?! Why again?" ask Yanti in a high tone.

"My feet hurt, you're a good massage, yeah." Dennis continued.

Yanti sat back down and did not refuse as Dennis raised his legs to his thighs. He massaged slowly, getting harder and harder.

"No need to go up, just down," Dennis instructed as Yanti's hand began to move into her calf. He felt amused and uncomfortable because Yanti's hand felt tender when pressing her toes and palms.

"Hmm, yeah, that's it... Hmmmm... " Dennis murmured while closing his eyes and opening them alternately.

"I think a lie, about Mr. Dennis sometimes use a stick, sometimes not," Yanti said to himself.

"You yourself, why can be left behind when the husband already has children," replied Dennis scathingly who immediately closed Yanti's mouth.

The massage on her feet no longer felt good. Yanti is just pressing it carelessly.

Yanti muttered, and her massage was comfortable again. But the atmosphere between them was already awkward.

"Where is the lesson? I also learned to use chopsticks."

"It's not smooth yet, sir," Yanti reported in a soft voice.

"At home mommy, everyone eats with chopsticks. If you can't, the laper won't be able to eat." Dennis explains.

Yanti looked up her head, her eyes staring at Dennis. "I'm fasting, sir."

"Can't do that." Dennis pulled his leg. "Disuguhi but ndak eat that name is not polite. Take your chopsticks to study earlier."

Yanti stood up and picked up the thing she now kept with the spoon and fork. He sat back down and learned to pick up an eraser rubber. Kito's mother practices the results of her learning half-heartedly.

"Well, then, next year you can eat noodles." Dennis then stood up and sat to the right of Yanti. He fixed the woman's chopsticks and fingers.

Yanti who felt uncomfortable, shifted away but Dennis who did not understand again approached.

"Don't keep moving. Look at your hand here, not the others" Dennis said.

Yanti nodded and tried again.

"Yes, the one that moved your index finger first, the other one followed," said Dennis.

After being more familiar and with the direction of the man beside her, Yanti was finally able to pick up the eraser rubber without falling in succession. His eyes sparkled happily looking on the face of the sumringah.

"Whoops!! I can, Sir!" yanti shouted who immediately turned to the right. He forgot that Dennis was sitting close to him.

Yanti could see the change as Dennis' little eyes widened slightly, just as surprised as he was. He could also see there was a small mole on his thin mustache. And his master's white face was not as smooth as he thought.

Dennis's face slowly flushed and..

"See what, you!?!" dennis shouted frantically, his hand slapping Yanti.

The woman was immediately shocked and quickly looked towards Dennis with teary eyes. One hand stuck to the cheek that still hurts. Now Yanti's heart is like being squeezed. He had tried to obey the will of the man, why was he still being treated so unfairly.

Not long after, Yanti stood up. Her eyes said what her trembling lips did not say held back tears and anger.

Dennis stood up too. Sorry, Yan, I'm surprised, but that sentence is on the tip of the tongue but the ego forbids. He did not even prevent when Yanti rushed back to her room on the second floor. Leaving Dennis and a set of chopsticks lying on the table.

The man sat back down while taking a deep breath. It turns out that dealing with women is more difficult in practice than theory. Dennis could do an analysis of the behavioral tendencies and actions they would take, but the value was not 100 percent.

On the one hand, it makes Dennis more interested and not easily bored. On the other hand, he felt frustrated when his predictions were wrong.

At the same time, Yanti clasped Kito's small hand in her hand. He did not hold back the tears that fell soaking the pillow. It's so hard to find money in the city, for their future and to connect the lives of the old people in the village. It was not just his cheeks and heart that were hurting. His hand that was forced to hold chopsticks all day was now pulsing.

Kito groaned softly, hearing the sound of Yanti disturbing his sleep.

Yanti immediately smothered her mouth, so that no more sounds would come out. He did not want to see Kito crying.

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