Wife Contract Fake Sniper Limping

38. (Not) Ideal Wife (Contract) (7)

After hearing from the doctor about Waskito's state, Dennis was relieved. Broken bones clean so only need in a cast until re-attached.

She noticed how Yanti hugged her son tightly with a face that was still full of worry. Dennis who had wanted to apologize had been mistaken and yelled at Yanti yesterday, undoing the intention.

The most important thing for Yanti now is Waskito's recovery, not Dennis' guilt. So he said goodbye because there was nothing more that a Dennis Setiawan could do there.

Yanti just looked at it as the figure walking away, carrying the sound of 'tek tek' with her. His attention was immediately distracted as Kito again whined.

"Yes, Le.. Mother pinter's child, pain resistant... Patience, yes, Kito." said Yanti repeatedly to calm the boy.

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Dennis decided to go to the market on the way home. His feet skimmed the plaster floor with a slight drag despite already wearing a cane.

"I think my order has come" Dennis said without further ado.

Antok who now looks 10 years younger with neat hair, without sideburns and beard, smiled widely. Although his lips were still dark, his teeth were no longer as blackish-yellow as before. "Yes, your order will soon sell hard in the market. (The person you're looking for is most likely a target)"

Dennis tapped a finger at the head of the stick. He spoke carefully, "Can it be taken care of right now?"

Antok fluttered his hands at the sales table furiously. "Don't fuck around! Something that is of good quality takes time and process!"

The man leaned in until only Dennis could hear. "If you're too interested, he could be transferred to another team."

Dennis squinted his eyes becoming more and more invisible. "At least tell me more about.'my order stuff'.."

Antok back back back down and smiled widely. "That's it, I can" said Antok who threw a brick-sized box, wrapped in newspaper at Dennis.

"When you're done, get out there!" throw the strange man out.

Dennis swore in front of Antok before moving away from the stall and leaving the market. He held the box until he got home.

In the study room, Dennis opened the wrapping newsprint carefully. There's little sheets in it. Photos, real full names and aliases, living and deceased family members, habits, favorite foods, affiliations, physical traits.

Dennis watched the photo of the face closely. What makes it stand out is that there is almost no special look. Her usual hairstyle, the shape of the face that is not too round or oval, is also not too square.

Naturally, Yanti and her father had difficulty finding the figure of 'Darto'. A face that anyone can have and is very easily forgotten. Darto joined the expedition group that came to the village where Yanti was, as an additional assistant.

Cold sweat surfaced on Dennis' nape as he re-read the description of 'Darto', one of his dozens of aliases. The man had ties to a terrorist network in the Gulf war. But what does******** do in a small village like Talun?

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Mbok Jum came home shortly after Yanti finished her bath and breakfast. Although there are other mothers waiting for their sick children, Yanti is not wanting to hang out with them.

He was still thinking about the events of the past few days. Maybe what Madam Lili said was right, if she was still a village woman despite trying to learn many things. That she wasn't a good wife to Dennis.

Yanti then remembered the tall figure whose body slightly bent and the road dragged. The face that looks fierce at first, it turns out to have a caring personality. So that makes Yanti want to be more than just a maid. More than just a contract wife.

But that kind of thought also scared Yanti. However, religiously, she was still Darto's wife. As he recalls, Dennis also said that he had taken care of Yanti's divorce just to calm the hearts of his mother and father. She was still Darto's wife before God.

Because it's... Therefore Waskito suffered a calamity, falling from their room on the second floor.

Because Yanti dared to like other men besides Darto, their children became victims.

"Yes Allah... Forgive your servant, O Allah.." ask Yanti in heart while stroking Waskito's arm wrapped in a cast.

..

Although her heart was enveloped in guilt, Yanti could not stop her desire to meet Dennis.

The young mother waited for the afternoon to come, which changed the night. Wishing her white master would come with the sound of the cane that Yanti longs for.

Until mbok Jum comes around 7 p.m.

"I became pregnant with mbok Jum" said Yanti who tried to keep smiling even though her body was tired.

"Ndak bothered, instead can go for a walk," the woman argued while sticking out her hand. "Here, I'm carrying Kito. You eat good first."

Yanti nodded then sat down and opened the bushel pile one after another. "Who's the same, Mbok?"

"It's the Eagle, I told you not to go in."

"Oh." Yanti tried to hide her disappointment by focusing on the rice and fried fish that became her dinner.

The middle-aged woman only stayed for a short while, she came home with dirty clothes. Leaving Yanti feeling increasingly lonely on her second night in the hospital.

Strangers, strangers, strangers... He wants to go home with Dennis..

Yanti remembered again the clash she received that afternoon. His heart returned as if it were sliced.

Why was he forcing Darto to go to town? Though he can live happily with his mother and father even in simplicity..

"Yes Allah... Help me, O Allah.." asked Yanti with wet eyes.

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After three nights in the hospital, the next day, Waskito was released. The state of the boy was already stable and only needed to rest at home.

Fortunately, Waskito was not as fussy as the other kids. Just ask the carrier to continue and do not want to sit or sleep alone. Although Yanti's shoulder aches, she tries to comply with Kito's request as best as possible.

That afternoon, Yanti was only accompanied by mbok Jum to take care of administration and others.

"Sir Dennis's busy, huh, Mbok?" ask Yanti.

"Yes, busy. That's why you can't come here" said mbok Jum patiently. "He sends his regards."

Yanti nodded. He himself was confused with his heart, briefly wanted to meet, soon regretted having met and liked the thin mustache man.

After all, as long as Waskito was in the hospital, his employer only came to take them. Furthermore, only Mbok Jum and the occasional Eagle who visited. Even Lani and Darren have come.

Yanti thought, if Mr. Dennis did not come, maybe because he only considers Yanti as a maid. And Yanti's feelings are just clapping one hand.

Maybe he should go back to the village and consider everything as a fate that he must accept. Back to life with mom and dad from the results of the garden and rice fields.... Maybe later after Kito's condition improves.

"Come on, Ti, everyone is missing Kito," called mbok Jum as he walked to the exit. Both of his big hands carried bags and flasks.

"Yes, Mbok," replied Yanti limp. He's reluctant to go back to Mr. Dennis's house.

During the journey home, Yanti decided from this moment on, she would act like a maid. Cleaning the house, cooking, washing, and taking care of the needs of his master. He no longer studied with Ms. Niken, and could take better care of Kito.

The taxi they were riding in only took a short time to arrive. Mbok Jum paid the fare and again brought their goods, making Yanti feel awkward.

"What's wrong, Ma'am, I can take Kito's left in the room."

"The distance is close, Ti. All right. You let it go back and forth."

"Thank you, Mbok," said Yanti finally relented.

Upon entering the house, Yanti felt strange. It was as if he had already left and had only returned after a long time. The young mother also circulated her gaze on the pile of books and magazines, and other objects that filled the living room, so to walk alone is difficult. Though he was sure that last time, all those things were not there.

Yanti let out a long sigh, she was tired of first imagining having to rearrange the living room to be neat.

"Oh, are you home, Yan?" asked Dennis who had just emerged from his room with a big smile. The man's hair is now disheveled. The mustache is elongated. With shorts and T-shirts, very far from Mr. Dennis Setiawan who is neat and clean and close to perfect.

"Yes, Sir. I want to go upstairs for a while," said Yanti who was shocked by the change of house and occupants.

"Remain to the top? Come here, come with me." Dennis immediately pulled Yanti's hand slowly and led her to the front door of the study.

The man still smiled as he opened the door and showed a room complete with a mattress and two cabinets. Once again, he pulled the young mother's hand slowly to enter.

"I hurriedly move things. If you and your son sleep here, you're not worried about falling again." Dennis's heavy voice, making Yanti's feelings that had been arranged, back in the poranda.

And again, the big hand that was holding her, felt comfortable and warm. If her master continues to do good like this, how can Yanti not expect her love to be together? Yanti could even imagine how hurt her heart was when she had to part with Dennis.

Yanti's teary eyes were misunderstood by Dennis as feeling overwhelmed. He was happy because his efforts these past few days were not in vain. Spontaneously, he stroked Yanti's head gently.

"Already, already.ndak not cry." Without Dennis realizing it, his voice continued to thrill the young mother. "You and your son rest first. Hendro has cooked the asem vegetable and fried chicken. We'll eat at Jum's house."

Dennis left when he felt Yanti needed time to be alone. Not forgetting, he rubbed Yanti's back before moving on.

"Oiya, Yan.." call Dennis when he's near the door. "I'm glad you and your son are home."

After sitting Waskito on a soft mattress, Yanti shouted out in joy without a sound. Only her hands were directed upwards while dancing around without a tone.

Lost his desire to return to the village.

Maybe she had a chance to be more of a contract wife and maid.

"Whoops! O God! Thanks!"

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