Wife Contract Fake Sniper Limping

Limping or Not

"How many are your children?"

Dennis's sudden question surprised Yanti. For three days here, he didn't tell anyone about Waskito.

"One, sir," Yanti replied between wonder and fear. "Kok you know, sir?"

"The smell of telon oil, the afternoon smell of goats. What's difficult?" Dennis' answer that pierced Yanti's feelings, making her regret to have asked.

"Your husband, know that you work here?"

This time, Yanti did not want to answer.

"You're not married yet?" ask Dennis again.

"Already, Sir!" Spontaneous Yanti stared back at Dennis' small eyes, not accepting the idea of getting pregnant out of wedlock, even though it was only a few seconds before looking down again and answering softly, "I don't know where she is."

"Isn't siri?"

Yanti ventured back to ask. "Don't you know?"

The woman wondered where her master knew. Does Mr Dennis have any friends or acquaintances in the village where Yanti lives? Yanti did not even dare to tell Mbok Jum about her marriage or little Waskito.

Dennis only looked at Yanti for a moment before returning to the newspaper in his hands. "Your son may have just been weaned, but he's not two years old."

Dennis' words again disturbed Yanti's mind.

"Do you know where?"

This time Dennis closed the newspaper, folded it and put it on the table, next to a rice plate that was already a bit cold.

"If you have just given birth, the body is still fat like an old pregnant woman. Your child has also started eating porridge, so rarely drink milk. Can be left at work. Hence, your body is thin but your chest is still plump," continued Dennis who was innocent, taking vegetable sauce.

Dennis did not notice the embarrassed Yanti. The young mother even covered her chest with her hands, she was seen in such detail by Dennis' naughty eyes. It was as if Yanti was deliberately showing her life history to be known by others.

At the same time, Yanti was also amazed. They just met and Dennis already knows so much about him.

When Dennis felt a piercing look from Yanti, the man realized what he was saying. He was a little embarrassed and misbehaved as Yanti's eyes seemed to accuse him of being a 'bawdy man'.

"Maybe your husband won't run away if you don't smell goat" Dennis said, hiding his awkwardness.

"I don't smell like a goat, sir!" yanti protested when no other words occurred to her.

The admiration that appeared for a moment would be the man's intelligence, faded because of his slippery speech ceplos. After all, Yanti was sure that she did not smell like a goat in their cage in the village. Yanti knows better because every day she is looking for food for the family pet.

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Do not accept constantly ridiculed stinky, after Dennis, Yanti came to Mbok Jum. Ask for clues to resolve this small but annoying problem.

"If shower with soap, Ti," said the woman quite sepuh it.

"What to wear to wash that shirt, Mbok?"

"No, later Mbok showed that it was loose. Now help Mbok cook first."

All this time Yanti felt that what was done in completing the homework was right. Because he imitated exactly what his mother taught him.

So when Mbok Jum teaches a different way, Yanti becomes dizzy.

"Kok washed, Mbok? The vegetables are clean, no dirt," asked Yanti confused.

"There's no visible dirt, Ti. That's why it's washed."

Yanti more confused, the dirt is dirty because it looks. If there is no dirt, yes, it is clean. But the young woman did not dare to argue and follow according to Mbok Jum's instructions.

Because it is not used, Yanti so long each doing one task. He himself was annoyed because to wipe and tidy up the goods Mr. Dennis alone took almost a day.

"Sir Dennis is a pinter, yes, Mbok. The book is many," Yanti comments after throwing dirty water in front of the house that afternoon.

"Yes pinter. Journalists should be pinter. Find news, must be able to read and write, must be able to macem-macem language," said Mbok Jum.

Yanti remembers her conversation this morning with Mr. Dennis. The man guessed exactly the state of Yanti. Though Rini said, he should not say that he was married, let alone have children.

The young woman was worried that she was fired because she already had children and a husband.

While talking to Mbok Jum that, a rickshaw stopped in front of the house. The passengers were a slim, beautiful woman, with floral clothes and a pleated skirt of dark purple. Yanti so remember the wife of Mr. Kades who said people, arrogant.

The woman immediately walked towards Mbok Jum. The middle-aged woman with her legs straightened up, her big arms like they could dispel the mistress if she was anything.

"Dennis's home yet?" ask the lady without greeting.

"Never, Nya," replied Mbok Jum ahead of Yanti.

Yanti knew that his employer was still at home, but he let Mbok Jum answer in his place. She was afraid to talk to the woman who looked more judes than her employer.

Miss Lili will wait inside?" Mbok Tanya back.

The woman named Lili circulated the view to the courtyard where the plants in the pot were allowed to grow irregularly. The sunlight that falls into the living room is also sure to make the crowded living room even hotter. Just imagine Lili is already feeling sultry.

"No need. Just tell him I'm waiting for him at home."

Not long after, the woman got back on the rickshaw and left.

"That's Dennis' mother, Lili's mistress." Mbok Jum told me.

Yanti just looked at it until the three-wheeled vehicle disappeared behind the alley. In his heart he felt astonished by Mr. Dennis who lived apart from his parents. Except...

"Sir Dennis, who lives alone, Mbok Jum?" Yanti follows the woman into the front house, where Mbok Jum lives with her son and husband.

"Ndon't know."

Mbok Jum's short answer did not satisfy Yanti's curiosity. But he also did not want to be scolded. His mother in the village did not like that he asked a lot and talked a lot.

"It's late in the afternoon, you're back?" mbok Jum asked as Yanti was still standing by the door.

"Sepi, Mbok, alone," he lamented. Seeing Jum's displeased face, Yanti left with a heavy heart.

The sound of Yanti's footsteps sounded heavy even to her. The house he lived in now was not as big as his house in the village. Although it was no longer covered with wild weeds because he cleaned, Yanti was still reluctant to enter the house.

A house that still feels foreign.

While pushing the door, Mr. Dennis' heavy voice greeted his hearing.

"Where are you from, Yan?" asked the man as he turned the page of the newspaper that was open before him.

He was sitting in the living room, capturing the remains of sunlight that was still there to read.

"From Mbok Jum, sir," replied Yanti who closed the door behind her.

"Have you cooked dinner?"

"It wants me to get the vegetable, sir." Yanti who walked through the room suddenly stopped and turned around. "There was Lady Lili."

Dennis looked up, his expression not changing much. "He's what?"

"Sir Dennis is waiting at home" replied Yanti as he remembered. He watched the man, waiting if there would be any additional orders or anything else.

"Out of vegetable angetin, a shower, let's not smell of goats," said Dennis who jerked the newspaper and read it again.

"Don't forget to turn on the lights!" the cry of Dennis who was replied to a shout was no less loud.

"Yes, Sir!"

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"Yes! Yanti!"

Yanti, who was sitting sleepily in the room, immediately went down and rushed to meet Dennis.

"Tonight I'm not coming home, you lock the door. Don't open it if someone knocks on the door." Dennis instructed in a stern voice.

"Yes, sir," replied Yanti. His eyes were directed towards the black stick on the man's right hand, his left hand carrying a leather bag.

"If you've eaten, finish. Let no rats into the house" Dennis continued. The man's eyes caught Yanti's attention.

"What did you see?!" Jerky Dennis.

Yanti immediately lowered her gaze again until she only saw the tip of Dennis' pants and shoes. His heart dag dig dug was not careless, afraid of being scolded and yelled at.

Dennis turned around and used the stick as a pedestal. Different from the first time when his employer used a stick, the path is not as limp now.

This time, Dennis walked as if he had been limping for years and could not walk without his cane.

Maybe his leg hurts, Yanti thought.

Yanti waited until the master left the house before starting to make dinner. Vegetable sauce that stayed a little he threw into the yard near the waste excavation, just washing the cutlery.

His eyes were already very sleepy and he wanted to go to sleep quickly. As soon as she broke down, Yanti immediately prayed and closed her eyes. It's been imagined in the mind, the pleasure of resting after work.

Between conscious and not, the image of Dennis' body walking on a stick makes him curious. Actually, Mr. Dennis was limping a little or a lot, yeah..

And again, her small black eyes, why do they always look fierce. But he did nothing wrong. Getting close is not brave.

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Yanti felt like she had just gone to sleep when she heard the sound of metal items falling. Instantly he woke up and grabbed his clompen, walking out barefoot. He sneaks around, afraid that if there is a burglar entering the house.

Clangs! Brak!

Coming down from the second floor, Yanti hid behind a large closet. Only the dim light from the lights on the porch illuminated the figure. The shadow walked while holding on to the edge of the table, smashed into the chair, and... The voice of the curse that Yanti knew.

"Sir Dennis?" call Yanti.

The shadow stopped moving, then told him, "Let's turn on the light."

Yanti hurriedly put down the clompen and walked to the light switch. Soon the house is back bright with a yellowish color bias. The woman immediately scowled at the trail of chaos Dennis made.

"Well, byuh.." muttered Yanti.

Not only are the items scattered on the floor, piles of books that have been neatly arranged back in the landslide here and there.

The man, without any guilt, immediately threw down the body on the chair and turned his head to the left, to the right.

"Grab some water, I'm thirsty," he ordered again, still closing his eyes.

Yanti took a glass of water and placed it on the table. He realized Dennis's clothes were half wet, shabby in the mud, and had no idea what else. Yanti also realized the man was not wearing his cane.

Dennis immediately gulped down the water in the glass and asked for a refill.

"You haven't slept?" dennis asked after finishing the third glass.

"Lha Mr. Dennis is noisy, I think he's a thief."

The two were silent for a moment, then Dennis tried to stand on the edge of the table. Not strong enough to withstand the burden of the man, the round table is screwed and falls along with Dennis' body.

"Sir Dennis!" yanti yelled trying to catch but it was too late.

The man groaned while writhing on the floor.

"Oh my God, sir!" The confused Yanti, briefly approached, briefly moved away with her hands closing her mouth. The woman finally returned the table position, then approached Dennis who was already seated.

"Help me into the room" Dennis commanded as he reached out.

Yanti crouched down though unsure, she placed Dennis' arm on his shoulder.

"Sir Dennis, where's the stick, sir?" ask the woman to stand up.

Dennis struggles to finally get up with Yanti's help.

"To the room," he still did not want to answer the maid's question.

Step by step, they finally reached Dennis' room. The man still told Yanti, taking a change of clothes, underwear, basin water to wash his face...

Yanti went back and forth to the room serving her much-demand master.

"You wait outside, I change first. Don't come in if I haven't told you to," said Dennis, who started taking off his shoes.

Yanti quickly walked out and leaned against the wall next to the door. I asked in my heart what had happened to her boss.

"Yin? Enter, Yan!" call Dennis.

Yanti opened the door slightly before opening it wide. "Have you changed, sir?"

"Yes, dirty clothes are the same basin you brought out."

Yanti was surprised because when he entered, Dennis only wore shorts and black socks. Her body was smooth with milky white skin, she could see clearly.

"What did you see?!" snapped Dennis who was embarrassed because Yanti just kept quiet while looking at his body.

Yanti who did not understand that her actions caused trouble, just stood dumbly. Despite being married to Siri, she did it only once with Darto.

Dennis's body was also very different from the men in his village. Not just white and smooth skin, Yanti could see a red color slowly emerging from the man's face, spreading to his ears, neck and chest fields.

Although limping, Dennis' body did not look flaccid at all. Yanti can explain all day about Mr. Dennis who is now trying to cover his body with a blanket.

"Woi!!" the more panicked Dennis shouted, throwing dirty clothes at Yanti.

Aware of having made a mistake, replace the embarrassed Yanti half-dead.

"out! Out!" shouted Dennis furiously.

Yanti looked down and immediately picked up the dirty clothes that were now scattered on the floor.

After bringing the clothes to the laundry pile and dumping the water in the basin, Yanti returned to her master's room. But the man locked the door from the inside, so Yanti went back to the second floor to go back to sleep.

Unfortunately, Yanti's eyes were already hard to shut. The shadow of Dennis' body was back playing in his mind. The woman took a long breath.

Maybe if Dennis wasn't all that, there must be a woman who would marry him even though he was limping.

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