Wife Contract Fake Sniper Limping

33. Ideal Wife (2)

Yanti was wiping down the closet when she remembered the advertisement in the newspaper. It just so happened that Dennis was sitting and fiddling with his camera in the study.

"Sir Dennis.." call Yanti.

"What?" dennis asked without raising his head.

"Have you heard about Darto yet?"

"Not yet" replied Dennis briefly.

Still not satisfied, Yanti asked again, "About how long has it been, huh, sir?"

"Hmm, maybe 4 or 5 days." Dennis still answers his whole thing.

"Usually when, yes, sir, is there any news?" Yanti glanced from the corner of her eyes. If Dennis seems angry, he'll run away soon.

"Ndon't know. It could be a week, a month..." Dennis then raised his face and looked at Yanti who turned around, pretending to be busy. "Why? You used to wait two years, this was just a minute to ask."

"Yes.I think it'll be quick..." Yanti lowered her hand. She finally went out of the room to wash the dirty washcloth.

Dennis did not miss the small smile that his own owner might not have noticed.

Finished cleaning the workspace, Yanti moved to the living room. Don't forget he turned on the radio that Lani was carrying on his last visit.

Said Niken, hearing the news broadcast can help him learn to compose new sentences and vocabulary.

(Next, let's hear about Mr. S. So, this Mr. S complained about his wife who always refused to be invited to make out on the grounds of being busy, tired after taking care of the house and children all day. Though Mr. S is also tired after work, and wants to be served by his wife. Want to make favorite dishes, or kneaded, and so on. What about ustadz.).

(Ehm... From the outpouring of hearts Mr. S, it seems his wife is less able to make his favorite dishes. This can be overcome by taking courses or studying in-laws. Usually the taste of the husband is the cuisine of his mother. Then.).

Yanti heard what was the answer to ustadz while thinking back on Lili's words, that she would not be able to take care of Dennis well. Yanti got an idea.

Hurriedly, the young mother met Dennis who was still in the study.

"Sir Dennis, I don't want martial arts. I want to learn to cook!"

Dennis's eyes stared at Yanti whose face was sparkling. Just this time the woman had an initiative to raise her self-esteem. Dennis was happy to hear this change.

"Yes, great. You can study at Mbok Jum. The food is delicious," Dennis said.

This time Yanti face instantly changed 180⁰. "Kok studied to mbok Jum. I want a cooking course, sir!"

The young mother even stomped her feet. Dennis was intent on teasing her a little.

"Pay for a course if you can study for free at mbok Jum? Also every day, cook the same vegetable bayem tempe fry."

"If so, I will cook the same vegetable bayem fried tempeh every day," said Yanti ketus while walking back to the living room.

Dennis smiled with satisfaction. It was easy to make Waskito's mother rise in blood.

But that smile did not last long. As promised, Yanti cook vegetable bayem and tempe fried almost every day. Until the fourth day...

"Yan, Yanti!" call Dennis that afternoon. He had made sure his face was not green due to eating mostly spinach.

"Yes, Sir!" yanti shouted from the terrace. He was taking Waskito to play after his work was done. "What, Sir?"

"Here, I've already enrolled you into the course." Dennis showed me a flyer containing information about the course schedule. "Saturday is the same Sunday, when you have a holiday to study with Miss Niken."

Yanti's face instantly sumringah, her eyes twinkling with a wide smile. The woman immediately hugged Dennis involuntarily and squeezed Waskito between them.

"Thank You very much, Sir!! Thank You!!"

"Bwg!! Aak Nnis!!" the boy shouted as he clapped his hands in all directions.

"Oh, Kito! Sorry, Le. Ibuk forgot. hehehe." said Yanti who immediately released Dennis and returned to monologue with her son. His feet carried him out, where he could read the contents of the leaflet more clearly.

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"It's all, not yet, is it?" ask Yanti to herself.

On the paper containing the course schedule, it is explained that participants only need to bring an apron. Yanti remains worried so she also carries a paper and pencil. The woman also checked the food for Waskito and Dennis.

"If you continue here, then you can be late" said Dennis who sat in the living room with Waskito holding near the table.

"Yes, I'm leaving first..." Yanti felt awkward. He usually salim to his mother and father before leaving. So he went on kissing his son's head. "The same goes for Mr. Dennis, Le."

"Ac Nnis!" Waskito imitated while pounding the table.

"Ouch! My table could be ruined!" it was Dennis who immediately moved the boy's hand to the floor.

Yanti ran away and pretended not to listen. He walked to the end of the alley to stop the passing angkot.

His smile shone, beating the sunlight that afternoon.

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