Wife Contract Fake Sniper Limping

3. Call Halfheartedly

Yanti decided to wake up early because she couldn't sleep. He began by doing laundry and then cooking for breakfast.

Finished cooking the rice and frying the eggs, Yanti walked into the living room. He wanted to immediately tidy up the books and other items scattered on the floor. The sound of his wooden clompen was heard aloud that morning.

"Yanti." Dennis's voice calling out to him sounded heavy and rude.

"Yes, Sir?" sahut Yanti who stopped in front of the room.

"Find my wand on the porch or in the living room."

"Yes" he said again and walked to the place in question.

"Well, byuh...." Yanti shook her head looking at the chaos that was more than she expected.

Maybe because before the light was not too bright, Yanti did not see clearly. In addition to the objects on the floor, the young woman did not understand how the chair in the living room could be overturned with both feet facing up. But it didn't take long for him to find Dennis's black stick.

Now Yanti knows the cause of her employer not wearing a cane. There's a stinky, sticky chicken shit. He washed the stick and dried it, and took it to the room.

Inside the room, the man sat on the edge of the cot. Both of his bare feet looked pale, with wide soles and long fingers.

"This, sir." Yanti handed over the cane while looking down.

When Dennis did not pick up the long object, Yanti raised her head.

"Your husband, how long have you been coming home?" That unexpected question shocked Yanti.

He did not want to answer but Dennis repeated his question again, making Yanti even more uncomfortable.

"Old, sir," Yanti replied in the end. He did not give up the stick.

"If he comes back again, what do you want? He sent a letter or ndak?"

Yanti had not never thought of that possibility. He was only afraid that his almost two years of waiting would be in vain. He and his father had tried to find out the whereabouts of Darto, asking acquaintances and relatives, neighbors, friends, even their subscription baskets in the market. Anyone who has ever known Darto.

However, as the rain was uncertain, the news of her husband was mixed. When there was a clue, it turned out to be a fake trace. The man was lost to the earth after a month of living in their village.

Yanti bit her lips and blinked her wet eyes. He's already turned around and about to leave, when Dennis catches his hand.

"Where are you going?" ask Dennis.

Yanti lowered her head while pulling her hand to be removed.

"Please the stick first" forced Dennis to release the grip after Yanti gave the wooden object.

"Take a meal, I can't stand up" the man ordered again.

Yanti quickened her steps away, she felt claustrophobic there.

Dennis's questions that opened up again painful memories. Anxiety and uncertainty since Darto left. Therefore, Yanti will give up if her last effort to this city does not pay off. In any case, he should be trying for his son, Waskito.

After taking care of Dennis's needs, Yanti began cleaning the house by noon.

He did not expect that his master was more chatty than he looked. Although Yanti was not lonely at home, she also could not work quietly because the man asked to be brought along.

Yanti pushed the upturned chair, turning back to her original position. Books on the stack again, this time on the corner desk of the workspace. While the items put Yanti in the closet, along with other ornamental plates.

After wiping off the sweat, Yanti walked through the living room towards the kitchen while carrying a bucket of dirty water. His eyes unintentionally looked at Dennis's open door.

The little-eyed man was sitting asleep, his hands bent and books on his lap. Different from when he woke up, when he slept, his face had no line that made him old. The mouth that is always pouting also relaxes. Makes Mr. Dennis look more handsome than usual.

Yes, the man will be handsome if you smile a lot, not angry and yell this.

Yanti continued to the kitchen after closing the door. He could pretend he didn't hear Dennis calling later.

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After almost a day in the house, that afternoon Yanti to the house mbok Jum.

Today there are still food ingredients to cook so Yanti uses whatever is available. When he asked for the shopping money for tomorrow, his master told Yanti to drop the groceries. He didn't want his maid to leave for too long while his leg was still hurting.

Mbok Jum assented easily, but in his heart Yanti wanted the old mother to ask. He's been wanting to tell me everything since last night.

When Mbok Jum saw Yanti still standing up restlessly, he smiled a little. "Back of it, Ti. Poor Mr. Dennis will find you."

Cancel the story, Yanti walked slowly to her new residence.

The woman's ears faintly heard the quarreling sounds of men and women. The closer, the clearer their words became. Yanti chose to enter the house through the kitchen to be able to see safely.

"Mommy's tired of hearing all your excuses, Dennis! You're 26!"

"If Mami had known I would refuse, why did Mami bother to come here."

"Dennis!" Shouted the beautiful woman that Yanti saw yesterday afternoon. They're in Mr. Dennis's room.

"Until any time I won't want to continue the dirty business of papi," despite not shouting, Dennis' voice still sounded loud.

"Shut your mouth, you ungrateful child! Where do you think money is for school and your needs if not for the papi money!" The woman is getting inflamed.

"If Mami insists, I will return the money that you have spent for me," Dennis said still firmly in his stance. "After all, what sane woman would want to marry a limp like me?"

"You don't have to think about it." Lili's voice came back down and began to persuade her son with sweet words. "Originally you want to go back to the main house and learn business..."

"Sir, Mi. Whatever the origin is not back to the main house and the dirty business of papi." Dennis insisted again.

The exasperated and inexhaustible Lily by her son's decision, finally stood up, her face parched. "Mommy still wishes you were back home. No one's siding with mommy in that house."

"Or mommy can move here and live with me" Dennis said.

Madam Lili rubbed the strap of her sling bag while looking down. The woman then said quietly, "Mommy say goodbye first. Visit Mami often."

As the woman walked out of the room, her eyes unintentionally stared at Yanti at a glance and then returned to the direction of the living room.

Yanti had just moved after Madame Lili passed the front door. He was about to pick up and fold the clothesline, when his name was called again.

"Yes! Yanti!"

The steps of the female group sounded loud. He stopped near Dennis' open door.

Yanti took the basket to the kitchen, took out a knife and began peeling off her thin skin. Finished peeling all four, he moved them to the plate and took them again to Dennis' room.

"Why is it all peeled?" dennis asked, his eyebrows gathered in the middle of his forehead. "Why are the seeds not removed?"

Asked that, Yanti was confused. Dennis just asked him to peel the apple, not knowing it didn't work out, or if the seeds were thrown away, too.

Seeing Yanti's panicked face, Dennis sighed. "Grab a knife, I teach you how to peel an apple."

Yanti went back to the kitchen, picked up a knife and went back to the room.

"This, sir." Yanti gives a knife, the sharp end pointed at Dennis.

The man instantly widened in shock and shifted backwards. Looking at Dennis who was away, Yanti walked forward and again swung the knife forward.

"This is the knife" Yanti said again.

This time Dennis shot forward while catching Yanti's wrist, then pulled her outwards. Yanti who was shocked her hand suddenly twisted, instantly dropping the blade.

"Adudamu...! Pain, pain, sir," Yanti said.

Dennis picked up the falling knife first, only to loosen Yanti's hand. The young lady glared at her master, but still lost fiercely with Dennis's eyes glaring.

"Would you give me a knife or stab me?!" snapped Dennis.

"Sir Dennis asked for a knife, yes I took it." Yanti defended herself, rubbing her hands to make sure that part of her body was still intact.

"If you give a knife to someone else, give it a handle." Dennis showed me the right way, then the wrong way. "Don't gini, you can misunderstand."

Yanti just kept quiet while pouting. So far no one has protested in his way, why small things are always a problem here.

"If I love you this way." Dennis pointed the sharp end at Yanti. "Then I stumbled, you got a prick, no danger ta?"

Yanti can catch Dennis's point, but yes, don't use a few hands and get angry. Seeing the frenzied Yanti, Dennis instantly shut his mouth and kept his nagging for another time.

"Here, sit here. I taught you how to peel apples."

Yanti stood up because she did not know where to sit. In the chair that Mrs Lili had been sitting in or in the bed next to Mr. Dennis. He just walked closer to see clearly.

Dennis immediately cut the apple in half without waiting for his female worker. Then divide it again in the middle until there are 8 pieces. Then clean the seeds, base and dirty tip until the remaining fragrant fruit flesh remains.

The man gave Yanti the first piece. The second piece went straight to his mouth, as did the third piece and so on.

"You clean the others, as I show you." Dennis gives Yanti a plate of apples and a knife.

This time Yanti sat on the chair that Lili had been in, chopping apples and cleaning as Dennis had shown. The longer, the more neat the pieces.

Dennis ate his apples slowly.

"Until your husband meets, what if you marry me, Yan?" ask Dennis suddenly.

Yanti who was holding a knife, almost missed her hand and sliced her finger. He had heard many things from this strange man but this time...

"Whoops! Edan kowe, sir!" yanti replied that half slammed the plate with a bang.

He was about to leave when Dennis' black stick stuck out, blocking Yanti from getting out of the chair.

"I know your salary was halved for three months to commission the dealer. I can make extra money so your salary is 4 times what it is now," Dennis said.

Yanti pushed the black stick away. "I'm married, sir."

Not to be outdone, Dennis pulled Yanti who was trying to escape and slammed the woman back into a chair. This time Dennis even grabbed both of Yanti's arms in place, while using that position as a crutch to stand up.

"You are only a Siri marriage, meaning that your marriage is religiously valid but not legally valid. Even if your husband fails, doesn't want to take care of and support his son, he won't be punished" Dennis explained. "That's if he's alive. If you can still find him."

Yanti's mouth tightly clenched in anger.

"What if your husband turns out to have another wife, who is legally and religiously legitimate? You still can't ask for your son's rights" Dennis said, sneering. His handsome face turned violent and cunning.

"I don't want to have a wife either" Dennis slightly distanced his face, his eyes as if staring at something other than Yanti's face in front of him. "But mom kept pressing with her preferred candidate. I'm better with my choices."

Dennis' eyes again looked at every inch of detail on Yanti's face and body. "If you want us to marry a contract, we are legally married on civil records. Mami stopped telling me to get married, you got money to send to the village."

"I'm not divorced yet, I still want to find Mas Darto!" Yanti insisted, her eyes glazed over. He didn't like Dennis' callous words.

"Mas Darto? Yeah, I can find out if your husband's alive or not!" dennis exclaimed with a big smile, full of falsehood.

Hearing that, Yanti stopped her resistance.

"After all, we're not really married, we're just a contract marriage. We pretend to be married when there's a mommy or a family event. Besides, you're still a maid here. At the house of Mr. Denniss," said Dennis who ended his sentence with a little hiss to scare Yanti.

As soon as Dennis loosened his grip on Yanti's arm, the woman immediately pushed Dennis into the bed. But Yanti doesn't care. He ran out of Dennis's room, out of the house.

Wet eyes.

Yanti did not know why it was so easy for people around her to say the word 'marriage', or to ask her to marry. He is the one who hurts when there is a problem, not them.

Yanti didn't even know where her feet were going, she wanted to be as far away from the man as possible. He does not want to be tied to any man anymore.

When the woman finally fell tripped with a broken rubber clompen and the knee was painful. Even so, his pain was still not comparable to his heartache.

Yanti did not want to marry Darto, then get pregnant and take care of their child without a husband. If time could be repeated again, he would look for a thousand reasons not to attend the earth alms event at that time. To stay hidden inside his little house.

Like tilapia, broken milk.

"Mom! Watch out!!" scream someone.

When Yanti turned her head, her blurry gaze only looked at the blue sky. He only felt pain when a ball landed hard on his face.

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