Wife Contract Fake Sniper Limping

39. Vichy (1)

Since Waskito's return from the hospital, Dennis feels there is a change in Yanti. The woman remained unwilling to study with Niken and instead was more diligent in teaching and other worship.

Dennis often read that humans tend to draw closer to the Almighty if they experience strange problems. He did the same thing. But, still he felt strange hearing the sounds of verses Yanti read in the house.

"I want to join the group, sir. Usually replace every tuesday in the home of its members," Yanti said one morning.

"Huh? What group?" ask Dennis who doesn't understand what the young mother meant.

"Diba'an. that study, sir. Kito I'll take him to sinter nagai."

Dennis who felt nothing strange, just nodded. "Yes, if you often get together people can add insight."

Yanti who also did not really understand what Dennis meant, was happy to get permission.

After Maghrib, Yanti, who usually accompanies Dennis to dinner, does not appear.

Dennis waited until the young mother showed up. He was a little surprised to see Yanti dressed in a covered and hooded outfit, even Waskito was also wearing all-length clothes.

"Where are you going?" ask Dennis.

"You're being read, sir. Forgot, yes, I told you this morning... Kito is coming too." Yanti swung her son's hand that was still in the cast. "Come, Kito, tell me, Mr. Dennis' chest..."

"Nick!!" rework Waskito enthusiastically.

"Hmm, all right," Dennis said even though he wanted the woman to stay.

"Yan," call Dennis when Yanti's about to move on.

"Be careful." Just that brief advice came out of Dennis' mouth.

The young mother threw a smile and waved happily as she stepped out of the house.

Dennis wants Yanti to hang herself on him. But it doesn't matter if the woman wants to approach her God. Anywhere from Yanti is happy. Dennis was convinced that the God of Heaven and the God of Earth guarded all of His creation without exception.

The man took a long breath again. Her appetite is gone, gone with the mother and the child.

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These few days Dennis is more at home waiting for news from Antok. He also often saw the arrival of shop employees who brought various needs. As Mbok Jum said, the young man only came and went as necessary. Yanti did not act strangely like seducing or seducing the young man.

Yanti was acting very different than usual. Since frequently attending studies, he talked more about being taught by Ustadzah A. or Ustadz B. or Kyai C.. Not infrequently Dennis also lectured for small things.

"If you eat right hand, sir. Walk on the right foot first. Just gonna go in the bathroom, left foot."

"Sir Dennis never prayed to the Temple, did he? Come, occasionally pray at the mosque," Yanti asked one day after returning from the hospital to remove the Kito cast.

Dennis was surprised to hear that. During this time, Yanti did not even bother or talk about their religion. But since joining the teaching group, the changes Yanti experienced were too drastic and not all good according to Dennis.

"I'm not going to the Temple doesn't mean I've never prayed, Yan. Just like you sometimes pray at home and ndak in musholla or in the mosque." Dennis tried to explain in good words.

Yanti's eyes glared as if she did not like Dennis' rejection. "But I can't keep quiet just look at Mr. Dennis's life which is not necessarily the direction!"

Yanti opened her mouth wide and prepared to make an argument as Dennis raised his hand.

"Wait," said the man. "What if you take care of your son first? He hasn't eaten yet, has he?"

Yanti's emotions subsided. He immediately carried Waskito and headed for the kitchen. "Come, Le, eat first. I cook soup, bayem vegetable boss continues."

While Yanti's attention was on her son, Dennis rushed to Jumilah's house which was only 10 meters apart.

"Jum! Hendro!" call Dennis through the back door of their house.

"What, Mr Dennis?" ask the Eagle who opened the door.

"Open the door fast, Lang. Your mom's with your dad?" asked Dennis who hastily entered without welcome.

"There, sir," replied the Eagle who darted straight inside, leaving Dennis who was catching up slowly with the help of his wand. "Look! Wanted by Mr. Dennis!"

Not long after, mbok Jum appeared with a still sleepy look. "Find me, sir?"

"Jum, Yanti has become strange since taking a lecture at the end of the alley there."

"How weird, sir? Good after all, if you wear a hijab and your clothes are covered."

Dennis glared at the older woman, causing Jum to automatically shut up. He then continued on about his findings.

"Yanti also forced me to follow your ways.. All those on the right first, want to pray first!" Dennis paused for a moment when he realized he sounded like a spoiled child.

The man then changed his argument slightly to make more sense. "He also forbade me to wear short sleeves or shorts! You know what hot Surabaya is like, I could die of dehydration!"

Mbok Jum then asked, "Then you want me to do what?"

Dennis raised his chin slightly and sharpened his gaze towards where the breach he suspected was. "You went to the study that Yanti attended. Observe the behavior of those who follow."

Later, Dennis remembered that Yanti was so quick to rise in blood and often had trouble sleeping at night. Not only Yanti, but her son's temperament became bad. The boy has been damaging things more and more since the cast was removed. The two of them only calmed down a moment after coming to the study that was increasingly done.

"You also take the example of food and drinks served. But you don't eat or drink there" Dennis added. "I'll take the samples to the lab."

Mbok Jum who initially thought that Dennis was just acting, began to realize the importance of the situation. He knew from working for Dennis that people would do things in a way that his goals would be achieved.

"Good, Sir. I will try to tell Yanti. Now Mr. Dennis comes home first, he's wanted...." Jum's hand went behind Dennis, where Yanti was already standing with a sullen face.

"Where is Dennis going? Surup, don't leave the house. It will be easy to enter the genie!" yanti shouted.

Dennis let out a long sigh, hoping that Jumilah would act immediately so that calmness would soon return to his little house.

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