Wife Contract Fake Sniper Limping

30. Arthur (4)

One of the factors that caused Dennis to leave the Setiawan family residence was the attitude of Eldest Setiawan. The man with three wives who is the current head of the family, as well as his biological father.

Not once did Dennis witness the decision taken cold hand Eldest behind his warm attitude. His father did not hesitate to break up with people who were considered useless. If likened, he did not hesitate to cut off a rotten hand.

Dennis did not consider the decision illogical. He would do the same, after trying to treat the illness first. While the Eldest did nothing, allowing the disease to grow until the time of cutting. After all, he had many children and potential successors to fill every position in the company.

That distinction, and the illegal import export efforts made by Sulung, added to Dennis' reluctance to be closely related to his father. He wouldn't get caught if one day the police kissed his father's trail. Dennis believes that Sulung is not reluctant to feed himself if the illegal aspects of his business are revealed.

The stick man wasn't too proud of the job of eliminating people. But, under a confidentiality contract he signed nearly ten years ago, his job is nothing but an executor for people who commit crimes but cannot be tried.

People call it 'Peter - Mysterious Sniper'

Just that one thin thread was what made him accept this not easy job. He is not only a target for many people, people around him can also be a target of tantrums from family or fellow victims. One more reason that made him distance himself from the Setiawan family.

Right now, things are a little different. Dennis has not been able to determine Arthur's position, whether he is just one anchovy that happens to be in the net spread by the Yessi group. Alternatively, Arthur is used as bait to get a bigger catch.

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After a night of thinking about the best move to take, that morning Dennis woke up late. He went straight to the kitchen to eat.

"Why the vegetable spinach and tempe fried again. " complained the man while throwing himself in the chair. "Yan, you can actually cook what the hell?"

Yanti who was feeding her son, threw her face in the other direction while muttering.

With the head of a stick, Dennis pointed Yanti's face towards her. He said in a soft voice, "If you speak clearly."

"Sir Dennis did not doyan pedes," replied Yanti slowly.

Exhausted by the stick on his face, Yanti pushed the stick's head away.

"You can fry chicken, or fish, or make lodeh" Dennis suggested. He quickly added as Yanti opened her mouth, "Originally don't use chili."

As if agreeing with Dennis, Waskito followed the sound. "Wooo! Peee! Miss pepee!"

"If the money is less, you can ask for more." Still not answering, Dennis called him again, "Yan?"

Yanti just nodded softly.

In line with Yanti's suddenly moody attitude, Dennis turned to the folded newspaper not far from the plate. It contains articles about the rise of mugging and prototyping.

"Hmm, you be careful when you go to the market. A lot of copets, Yan," Dennis said as he glanced at the still-silent woman. Dennis then cleared his throat. "If you can, you give me the money."

Yanti tilted her head slightly, her eyes looking strangely at the limp man. "Dear the money, sir. Mr. Dennis has a hard leg to walk, but the roving keeps looking for news. Cook the money, give it a nutty."

"Rather than you are possessed. Where do I find a wife?" sahut Dennis's.

The woman then lowered her head and looked away, hiding the smile that was expanding on her face.

"Sir Dennis was careful too. Camera's expensive. Give me the stick," said Yanti who still blushed.

Dennis did not know, whether Yanti was serious or not with her words. The man continued reading the newspaper in silence.

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Yanti's anxiety overnight, eased when she heard the attention in Dennis' speech. He went back to the day with enthusiasm. Therefore, as Dennis stayed in the room all afternoon and paced around all afternoon, he knew something was wrong.

The employer then left without a camera. Time asked, said I'd be back soon and gone again later tonight. Yanti became curious and remembered about the news in the newspaper. Almost everything is about crime. The woman was worried that something might happen to Dennis.

Dennis shows up again at dinner.

"We're just eating a little, sir?" ask Yanti.

"Hm.. I'm going out again. You lock the door, yeah. If anyone knocks on the door, don't open it." Dennis always gave the same message if he was out the night and just came back the next day.

Yanti who had prepared the money she earned from her first salary, and the little knife she had hidden in her shirt, sneaked up following Dennis from behind. He even entrusted Kito to women as confident as he believed.

When her employer took a taxi, Yanti also waved at another passing vehicle. A dark brown painted angkot.

"Sir! Quickly leave!" said Yanti whose eyes continue to be fixed on the vehicle that his employer rides.

"Where's Ma'am?" ask the driver.

"That car! Follow that taxi! My husband is there, like he's cheating on me" Yanti said.

"Let's! I also have to find passengers, Ma'am," complained the man.

Yanti then gave some money. "I'm his angkot carter. Come on, quickly follow!"

Glad to get a lot of money, the driver was immediately gas. "Handle, Ma!" exclaim that man.

Yanti's hand immediately grabbed a long pipe on the passenger's backrest as the cargo she was riding on darted through the city streets that night. Not infrequently they have to pass through the uneven road, making Yanti's body shaken to and fro. When the angkot finally stopped, the young mother was like she was out of the blender machine. His head was dizzy with a spinning view.

"That's it, Ma'am, Mbak'e's husband down there."

Yanti's eyes followed the direction that the angkot driver pointed at earlier. He paid the rest of the fare after going down and removing the entrails.

"Yes, Sir. Thanks," said Yanti who was a little limp.

He sat in a closed place while recuperating. His eyes were directed at his surroundings, there were many buildings that seemed to be empty, adding to the gloomy atmosphere. If it wasn't for following Dennis, Yanti wouldn't have come close.

Inwardly, the young mother prayed that she and Dennis would be fine. After feeling better, Yanti walked back and forth near the big door of the warehouse-like building. He went back to making sure no one was aware of his whereabouts before pushing the door slowly.

The door did not make a noise, evidence that it was often oiled even though it looked unkempt from the outside. Yanti also managed to enter easily.

Darkness greeted Yanti after she was inside. He stayed until his eyes got used to it and could recognize some form inside as a hand grabbed his face and smothered the young mother's mouth.

Yanti was surprised, she did not expect to be caught so soon. His heart raced fast, afraid of what would happen to him.

Yanti stuck her feet firmly into the soles of her attacker's feet.

"Ouch!" a familiar voice in his ears. "Why did you come here?"

Yanti who was ready to poke and other matches, breathed a sigh of relief. "Sir Dennis! I thought thugs, sir."

"Shhh.." Dennis' detached hand again silenced Yanti's mouth.

While the whisper is right in Yanti's ear, making the woman's eyes enlarged. He became aware of their position. Yanti took one step forward. But Dennis' hand pulled him back, taking the distance. Yanti's heart raced for another reason.

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