Wife Contract Fake Sniper Limping

14. Black Stick (2)

Dennis did not rush into his room. He wanted to see more of the traces Yanti left inside the house and continue this game of cats for longer.

So, Dennis took off his shoes and put on sandals to wear at home.

The man held back a laugh seeing Yanti who was inching smaller as she stepped into the kitchen. The woman sat on a chair, holding her child while smoothing the rice with a spoon.

"What cooking, Yan?" ask Dennis, buy some time.

"Sayur bayem same tempe fried, sir," Yanti replied in a small voice.

"Keyyaaak! Kyaw!! Aac!"

Dennis turned to the little boy on Yanti's lap. The fat and short hand was directed at him. Having grown up with many young children in the Setiawan family's main house, Dennis was not very enthusiastic about the boy.

Or any boy. They are easy to cry, easily dirty and easily smelly.

The man dragged his feet and walked a little round. He did not want to be within the reach of his son Yanti's hand, and sat a little far away while opening the hood.

"Hmmm.." murmured Dennis before turning to his maid. "Yan, get me a basin for hand washing."

Yanti put the bowl and brought a basin of water and placed it on the table, next to the man's plate.

After eating, Dennis returned to the room, leaving Yanti and her son behind.

When I got to the door, Dennis knew what was wrong. The door is open, with a loose handle. When he saw it, there was a trace of friction between the iron and wood where the iron entered.

His hand grabbed the handle and tried to flick open the door a few times until satisfied.

Inside the room, Dennis finally found out what wasn't there. His wooden stick was painted black, which he had just stayed leaning on a small table next to the mattress.

Another thing that caught his attention was the blunt force punches on the desk drawer and the edge of the bed that was also made of wood. The former was not there before he left. Looking at the direction of the former blow, done from a low place.

Now Dennis knows more or less what happened in his room. Someone burst in and beat his furniture with a blunt object.

Dennis' pale palms slowly swept across the floor, occasionally turning back to see if anything was left behind. The man found brown and black flakes.

Dennis returns out of the room, following the origin of Yanti's son's voice around the kitchen.

"Where is my wand, Yan?" ask Dennis straight to the point.

Yanti who was already frightened from earlier, looked at Dennis in panic. For a moment his lips trembled before saying haltingly.

"M-sorry, Sir! His canes..."

"Decide, yes, I know," said Dennis quickly and impatiently. "Where now?"

Yanti whose heart was beating fast, now began to slow down as she began to feel resigned. Although he didn't break the stick, he was at home.

The woman was confused as to how anyone entered and she did not know. That guy also broke Dennis' wand. Thankfully, Kito is okay.

Yanti put Kito to the floor and rushed to take the broken stick in half.

Kito tried to crawl towards Dennis, but the grown man dodged quickly. Right now there was something he wanted to see straight away.

Dennis' mind went blank for a moment before racing faster than ever. It did not occur for a second that leaving his cane in the room would result in this kind of loss. Even more mysterious are irregular fragments and fragments in the broken place. And one end full of punches.

Now he knows the cause of his bedroom furniture is not smooth anymore, which is hit by his black stick.

"Why did it break?" dennis asked himself.

But Yanti who heard it, was crying instead.

"Sorry, Sir... I didn't know anyone entered the house." Yanti said between her tears. He didn't want Dennis to get so mad.

Kito, who was originally a spirit crawling closer to Dennis, now stopped. He was confused to see his mother crying, and suddenly joined in crying.

"Young.... Kyaw! Kyaw! Whaa...!"

Dennis who almost remembered something, so forgot because of the simple crying sound of mother and child, broke his concentration. He sat down by the dining table in annoyance.

Despite still sobbing, Yanti tried to hold him back. He returns to retrieve Kito and tries to calm his son down.

"Yeah! Uwu.. Uwu..."

"Husso... Le. hush.." whispered Yanti, rubbing Kito's back to quickly subside.

"You said someone came in?" ask Dennis.

"I-yes, Sir. He went into his room, Mr. Dennis kept breaking Mr. Dennis' wand" Yanti continued.

"What kind of person?"

"I don't know, sir. I fell asleep in the living room" replied Yanti. "Luckily Kito ndak diapa-apain. If kidnapped, what about my son, sir..."

Dennis found one thing that didn't make sense. He then hit the empty chair with his stick. It does not break easily unless one uses force when swinging it.

Dennis' small eyes then focused on Kito who muttered 'yak yak' like a chick. Her lips are still straws with the rice mashed. And the hand he was using crawled earlier, now his thumb is already in the mouth.

Dennis looked in horror at the mouth of the leak. No wonder young children get sick easily, whatever they do not put in their mouths...

From all the evidence, everything led to the boy. But it does not make sense that children aged over a year can damage a stick as thick as a broom handle. The boy who was still in his mother's arms.

The question that had crossed his mind a few days ago, now got the answer. Dennis laughed out loud with that almost nonsensical answer.

Yanti who did not complain even though all day had to carry a child. The weight of the boy was no less than 6 kg. So it is not impossible that the strength of the arm is passed down genetically.

"Waskito!" call Dennis to Yanti's son for the first time.

The baby boy looked up to hear his name called, followed by a curious Yanti. Not only was his employer not angry, he laughed.

"You've ruined my wand. You have to take responsibility" Dennis said, which caused Yanti to panic.

"Well, Sir! What does it mean Kito decided the stick? You can't, anyway!" yanti Protest.

Waskito is back! Yak!' and extend a hand.

Dennis shook his head, then pointed at the baby who was staring at Dennis with glittering black eyes and lip-tinged smiles.

"You fell asleep, so you didn't know your son pushed the door down until it broke. He's also a stick toy" said Dennis who then swung the stick in the air.

"Because of the table, got a mattress. Keep breaking," continued Dennis who this time threw a useless object in the direction he wanted.

"No way, Kito still can't walk" Yanti denied.

Dennis sat leaning back while tidying up his shirt. "That's. Your son can't talk yet, he can't walk. But the power is strong."

Yanti stared at the gamang towards the boy in her arms, still doubtful of Dennis' words.

"You prove it yourself. He might have been able to tug a big chair in the living room." Dennis got up from the chair where he was sitting and looked into the young mother's face. "If I'm mistaken, you don't have to reimburse the cost of the new stick."

Dennis was already about to leave the kitchen when he turned around and smiled cunningly. "But, Yan, if I'm right, I want to see you eat fried rice with chopsticks."

Yanti, who was left alone with Kito, is very sure that her son is innocent. That someone else went into the house. But he also couldn't explain why it was only the stick that was broken and didn't pick up any other valuable objects.

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In the evening, Yanti was forced to gulp when she saw Kito tugging at the chair she was sitting in laughing.

He did not expect to have to bother learning to wear chopsticks again. This time, to eat fried rice.

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