Wife Contract Fake Sniper Limping

13. Black Stick (1)

Mbok Jum who often visited Waskito during Yanti studied with Niken, happy because his foster children were quiet. Waskito, or Kito, muttered softly while playing the plastic ball that Mbok Jum took from the Eagle toy collection.

"Auwww.waaaauuu.." Kito's nyempling voice (high voice tone), very adorable.

The bongsor-bodied woman was now cooking in the kitchen, so she placed Kito on a bamboo bed, not far from him. Mbok Jum is not worried that the boy will fall, Kito is barely moving if no one moves. The lazy child walks, in contrast to his son, the Eagle who can not stand still at all.

Dak! Dak! Dak!

Mbok Jum turned his head towards Kito, the boy flailing the ball with two hands, to a hard cot. He made sure the boy didn't do anything.

"Awuu..." Kito laughed as he smacked the plastic ball back into the bed.

Dak! Dak! The dos!

This time Mbok Jum turned his head because of a somewhat different voice. Kito was still holding the ball that had been paused, one side slipping in.

"Pull, ball, Le? Later Mbok get another, yes." said Mbok Jum with a warm view.

"Aauu!" exciting Kito. He again hit the ball which is now not round smooth to the couch.

Dak! Dak! Dak!

.........

The eagle who came home from school thirsty and hungry, immediately stormed into the kitchen.

"His stomachs, Le," Mbok Jum said softly.

The boy said, his thirst has diminished. This time his eyes were fixed on the figure of a baby who had become an ordinary sight. The Eagle's heart immediately warmed to see the deflated ball in the little boy's hand.

"Look! My ball was broken by Kito!" angry shouting.

"Sissy, patience, Le... Later I buy a new one," said the woman who is now kneading dough donuts.

"Why the hell, Buk, why is Kito here so often?" The eagle walked closer to the smell of vanilla mixed with sugar and yeast.

"Sir Dennis is giving extra money if Ibuk wants to keep Kito."

"But many of my toys are broken!" Eagle stomps his feet. Even so, his heart melted when he saw Kito who was smiling and speaking baby language with him.

"Promise, yes, Buk. I want a big truck, so I can ride" said Eagle.

Mbok Jum smiled wryly, "Hmm, if Kito is broken again, how?"

"Ndak what. Ask Mr. Dennis to buy you a new one," said the Eagle with a mischievous smile.

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Dennis walked while dragging his feet to a stall located on the side of the road, not far from one of the famous newspapers in Surabaya. Today he purposely left his cane at home, thinking that his business was only for a short while.

He ignored the sight of the person who was directed at him. After ordering hot tea, Dennis sat down on a long bench and listened to the other customers talk.

The weather was hot at that time and for a moment sweat had soaked his shirt. Dennis grew more and more red because of the puff of cigarette smoke that reached him in the wind.

"Sir, it's cold, yes" Dennis said with a smile at the man guarding the stall.

The man laughed. "Come, Mas. Very adem."

Dennis stood up to pay for his drink. As he was about to leave, a running child ran over to Dennis. Both lost their balance, the boy ran back while Dennis sat back on the bench.

"Ati-ati, Le!" shouted the owner of the stall that the child did not hear. He's gone somewhere.

Dennis stood up and left the shop. The hot tea he bought was left untouched.

The thin-moustached man issued a new identifying mark that was obtained when he collided with the child. In addition to the photo and membership number listed on the card, there is a record of the location and time of gathering.

Dennis muttered as he walked towards the stop. They rarely carry out missions involving more than two people. It is likely that the target this time is many, or moving in groups.

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Since the study session with Niken, Yanti just washed clothes after lunch. The activities are so many, that there is almost no time for Yanti to rest.

Not to mention additional tasks or PR from Niken, which can only be done when Kito is asleep. He didn't want his book back to shreds or other incidents.

Yanti is proud of Kito's development. His son is now more active and begins to learn to stand by holding on to the periphery of things. Although a little late walking, his son seemed to understand his condition by rarely crying.

That afternoon, Yanti carried the sleeping Kito into the living room and held a mat for her sleeping child. While Yanti sat next to him while learning to write and read.

Looking at the row of letters for a long time and the fatigue that piled up made Yanti's eyes feel heavy. The woman kept trying to open her eyes and continue studying.

Yanti even turned on the radio in the living room to accompany her. However, the swirling music, the breeze of the window, and the calm voice of the host, all drugged this young mother.

His eyes closed by themselves. Hold her hand on a pencil, loosen. His breathing grew heavy and regular. Yanti had no power to resist when her body was taken over to float in a subconscious influence.

Hence, when Yanti woke up, she was shocked.

Byuh, I overslept! He thought before the woman's gaze was on the little boy who should be on the mat.

"Yahoooooo!!!" kito's cries and shouts made Yanti immediately stand up and look for the origin of the sound. His heart raced, worried something bad happened to his son.

Yanti's blood and body were instantly cold when she saw the crying Kito in their master's bedroom. The boy sat next to a black stick that broke in two. Yanti hurried to grab and hugged Kito.

"Hush, diem, Le. What's up, Le.." he muttered while he was thinking how could Kito get into the room and break the stick.

"Diem's... Not what..." Yanti kept repeating her words despite knowing that it was a lie.

All the fatigue and drowsiness, gone, changed the fear. He thought of various ways but knew that he could not fool Dennis.

It was like he had eyes everywhere. He even knows every Kito and Yanti has bought a peanut cake! (Let's not realize that Dennis knew from the nut-smelling crumbs that stuck to his shirt, and Kito still can't eat the fried beans whole).

So this time Yanti thought hard about what she should do, hiding and letting Dennis scold her all out. Or honestly and after time Dennis scolded them all out.

Yanti also stepped out of her master's room while patting Kito's back which began to hiccup. When she was about to close the door, Yanti was surprised because of the loose doorknob. When he checked, the door was broken. The woman wondered what could have caused the doorknob to break.

Arriving at the kitchen Yanti was giving Kito a drink when she heard the sound of the front door being opened. The woman walks there and finds Dennis slamming himself on the living room couch. His breath was a bit dull with sweat pouring down his slightly red forehead.

"Yan, get me a drink" Dennis ordered, still blindfolded.

"Wear syrup, sir?" ask Yanti. "What ice? I'll get it at Mbok Jum."

This time Denis opened one eye. He was surprised because Yanti did not usually offer sweet drinks, let alone use ice. It was as if there was something Yanti wanted from her.

Dennis looked at Yanti who was resting from one foot to another restlessly. His eyes looked around the living room, but not once directed at him.

"What's wrong? What are you doing?" ask Dennis.

Yanti bit her lower lip.

"I make ice syrup first, sir," said Yanti while trying to escape with her son.

Dennis waited until Yanti brought the ice syrup in a big glass. When Dennis repeated his question, Yanti left again and did not return.

Sipping fresh ice syrup and quenching his thirst, Dennis's eyes fell on Yanti's book which was still open. Pencils and erasers are also still on the table.

The man began to gather the clues left behind by Yanti. He was sure he would soon find out what the young mother had hidden from him.

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