Wife Contract Fake Sniper Limping

16. Living a New Life (2)

Yanti was feeding Kito when she heard Dennis calling.

"Yes! Yanti!"

Automatic Yanti held her child while walking towards the origin of the sound. After peering into various rooms, he opened the door of the room whose handle was still not fixed.

"Opo (what), sir?" asked Yanti who immediately looked down to see Dennis only wearing shorts and socks.

Though in his village he often saw people who only wear gloves or trousers. The young mother wondered why she felt so embarrassed when she saw Dennis without a shirt. His chest is pounding, ndredeg, like having taken cold medicine.

Is it because the skin is white? Is it because his face is handsome despite often pouting? Is it because of Dennis' flat chest that there are mole points on his arm and around the collarbone? Or because instead of black, the color of the puti gak Dennis a bit brownish.

"Yes?" call Dennis again in a calm voice.

"Yes, Sir?" Yanti was still looking at the floor.

"How come this is, Yan? How are you hypnotizing?"

This time Yanti immediately raised her face and looked towards the striped shirt with a charred stamp. Now his heart is beating for another reason.

"That's .... Ironing time, yes, sir ... until charred .... The fabric is still good, sir. Can be made at home." Yanti is looking for ways to not be scolded.

Dennis sighed. "If all his clothes are made to be made at home, then what do I do?"

This was not the first time Yanti had made a black stain. Every time the iron, there must be one or two pieces of clothing that become victims, whether the marks are clear or faint. After almost a month, almost no Dennis clothes were free from the charred tracks.

Yanti has been trying to assortment, wear a banana leaf mat, wear an extra cloth, she also splashed clothes using water. Each time, his efforts yielded no results.

He stared briefly at Dennis' face, showing his regret. "I'm sorry, sir," he said briefly then lowered his head again, not used to Dennis' magical performance.

"Then we go get some clothes for me, I cut some of your salary in exchange."

"Loh, no, sir. Later no one was sent to the village.." pinta young mother.

"Let's be more thorough if the work. Already, sana. I'm gonna take a shower."

Dennis stood up then walked a little dragging into the bathroom. Yanti who had not budged saw another mole on the right hip of the man.

In the heart Yanti asks if Dennis knows all the locations know the flies on his body.

"Hey! Why are you still there?!" shouted Dennis whose face and neck were reddened. He even thought about covering his body with his hands.

"Would you like to see me take a shower?!" accuse Dennis of being embarrassed.

Yanti, who was embarrassed, tried to answer with a stutter but no sound came out of her mouth. So he hurried out of the room by slamming the door.

In the bathroom, Dennis ruffled his hair. This is not the first time she has been at the center of other people's observation, during school and college, she gets quite a lot of attention from the opposite sex. But it doesn't feel like this.

The man then related it to a different state to the current one. He only wears shorts and socks, not fully dressed.

The strength of Yanti's arm can also be a factor in her discomfort. Perhaps he was afraid of being locked in motion by the woman. After all, Yanti is Waskito's mother, who knows how strong the woman really is.

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At Pasar Turi, one of the most complete shopping centers in Surabaya, both dropped from angkot.

Yanti who is not used to the rhythm of visitors who are crowded and walk quickly, several times tripped and hit people. Dennis who saw it, immediately pulled Yanti's hand and placed it on the arm.

"Get a tight grip, don't let go" Dennis said in a heavy voice.

Up close, the face of the contract husband looked very handsome. Coupled with a voice that vibrated until Yanti felt at her fingertips, making the young mother feel awkward. His face was heated up because even with Kito's father back then, he wasn't treated like this.

Yanti also gripped tightly Dennis' hand which immediately made the man grimace in pain.

"Adudamu... Grip tight is common." Dennis protested.

"Eh, yes, sorry, sir," said Yanti who loosened her grip.

Dennis then makes a mental note so as not to become a victim of Yanti's strength, like his black stick becomes a victim of Kito.

The other visitors finally walked around the limp man and his wife who joined hands and walked slowly.

"Cock here, sir? He said he'd buy some clothes?" ask Yanti.

"Tomorrow the week of the show is long, ndak kayak last time," Dennis replied while choosing footwear that would be suitable for Yanti. "If you don't fit, your feet can hurt."

Yanti saw a row of sandals and shoes with various models. It hasn't been a month here and he's already got two nice slippers. He came in and looked around, the goods and the price.

"This, Yan, try it first" said Dennis who walked over with a pair of leather sandals with a small flower on the top. What makes Yanti even more happy is the shape that resembles a clompen.

Dennis knelt down in front of Yanti then put down the thick slipper. Patently, she helps hold Yanti's hand as she moves from a rubber slipper to a cream-colored slipper that turns out to be small.

"No load, sir," complained Yanti.

The man squinted his eyes suspiciously at the woman in front of him. Should he ruin the sweet moment Dennis had made Yanti feel touched and grateful.

He must have been on purpose! Accuse Dennis who does not want to be blamed for forgetting to bring a size that fits Yanti's legs.

Finished with slippers for Yanti, they moved to a clothing store. Besides for her, she also bought some for Yanti.

"But at that time Mr. Dennis had bought it for me," said Yanti, his hand was fingered to the surface of the fabric smooth and the color was still bright.

"If you don't want to, here, I return it to the seller." Dennis reached out.

Yanti immediately pulled the clothes away while sticking out her tongue.

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That Saturday afternoon, Yanti came to Dennis who was reading a newspaper on the porch of the house. In his hand was a tray filled with hot cups and tea. After putting the drinks on the small table, Yanti did not move either.

"What's wrong?" dennis asked without taking his eyes off the newspaper.

"Tomorrow... What's up, sir? I can't read it."

"Ndak what. Instead you can ask to teach my brother later," replied Dennis. He then looked up at Yanti. Make sure their eyes meet. "Ndak ngapain can also. We're just marrying a contract."

Yanti could understand Dennis' words but there was a part of her heart that did not like the man's words. "That's why I was told to study, sir?"

Dennis went back to the newspaper in his hand. "Let you not be deceived, can lose me later. If you're a pinter, you can teach your son all kinds."

This time Yanti nodded and walked away from Dennis. From her face, it is illustrated that she is still difficult to accept her role and duties as a contract wife. However, from the beginning Yanti prefers to be a maid only, only doing what she can and getting paid according to her work.

Things like a contract wife and pretending to be a wife, are far beyond her understanding. Yanti also can not talk to Mbok Jum about this, he has been warned not to tell anyone.

The woman let out a long sigh, complaining about her difficult life.

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Sunday morning finally arrived.

Yanti who had already left Kito to Mbok Jum, immediately prepared with a shirt and long sleeves light yellow. A golden butterfly shape clasps tucked in her hair. Because he is still not good at wearing makeup, he just scratched his thin lips, face powder and wedge.

"We're leaving now" call Dennis.

Yanti went downstairs where Dennis was waiting for her. The man was wearing a light blue suit. The two again went hand in hand, passing the flats and the house of Mbok Jum.

On the road, a taxi was waiting. Yanti came in first, followed by Dennis. The man's leg slipped and landed on top of Yanti, which caused the three including the driver, to be shocked.

"Be careful, sir," said the driver.

"Yes" said Dennis briefly. Slowly, he separated himself from Yanti whose face was very close.

"Ehm! Come on, go." Dennis cleared his throat once again as the vehicle's engine started. The man tried to forget the soft and warm sensation he had touched for a moment.

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