Wife Contract Fake Sniper Limping

4. Salted

When Yanti returned to the house that evening, she hoped that the homeowner was sleeping in the room, or busy in her study. Not waiting for Yanti in the kitchen and laughing when she saw her.

Yanti's irritated heart felt increasingly claustrophobic, her ears hot. He wanted to smother that evil mouth that was wide open.

"🤣🤣🤣 Why do you look like that? Where is ndlosor? Oh my goodness, Yan... Yan... 🤣🤣🤣"

Had it not been for Dennis's giIa speech, he would not have run off until he fell and severed the rubber clompen. Or hit a stray ball right in the face.

Yanti pretended not to hear and went straight up to the second floor to pick up a change of clothes.

"Yes! Yanti!" dennis shouted from below.

A few minutes later, Yanti finally came down with toiletries and a change of clothes.

"Yan, Yanti! Don't shower yet. Ready to eat for me" Dennis ordered as he tapped the stick on the floor.

Yanti was silent for a moment, looking at the man who had arrived just now laughing at her misfortune. Now he has asked to be served a meal. Just like a kid.

"I still smell like a goat, so I want to take a shower first" Yanti said tightly, then closed the door behind her. He didn't care even though Dennis was yelling, protesting. Thought his master would stop by himself when he was tired.

Dennis shook his head at the behavior of his assistant. Assisted by a cane in his right hand, the man walked to the P3K storage area. There was red medicine and plaster, he checked to make sure it was still usable.

The man with Chinese blood sat down again in the chair in the kitchen. He brewed another cup of tea for Yanti.

If you want to talk about marriage, despite the contract, their status must be the same. We must both benefit and make equal sacrifices. When Yanti gives her status as a wife, Dennis must be ready to meet Yanti's needs in addition to material aspects.

Dennis would give the woman a way to find her husband, a way to better assess things, and a way to judge people. He believes that his future wife is not a whiny woman, and more sparkling if more honed. The proof, some days here Yanti has been able to adapt to mbok Jum. The woman who often looked down now dared to ignore herself and also denied.

Dennis stayed on the pull-out to get Yanti to agree to sign the marriage certificate on civil records. If possible soon. She couldn't keep letting her mom come suddenly and mess up her work schedule. Especially if the woman chosen by her mother even makes unnecessary drama. Dennis wanted to focus on his work.

The thin mustachioed man prefers to marry a woman who has no feelings for him, so it will be easy to end the relationship if needed later.

He was very confident that Yanti would look for him even though he was adamantly refusing.

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Yanti couldn't linger in the bathroom to avoid Dennis. He finally came out after almost half an hour.

"Wear this on your wound first" Dennis handed Yanti a small red bottle.

"If you have, prepare the food now. I'm hungry."

Yanti swallowed the words she was about to say and nodded. He's paid to work, so he'll work.

In silence, Yanti takes food for Dennis, rice with kale saute and fried salted fish. The woman sat in a short chair while administering medicine to her wound, watching her master eat with a cutlery. His heart was satisfied when Dennis had trouble cutting dry fish with a fork.

"Fish hard like this you cook. How'd she eat?" lamented Dennis as he flipped through the body of a salted fish full of fork puncture wounds.

"If it's hard, don't eat it, sir" Yanti said.

The man threw his face away, the smell of fried salted fish was very appetizing. And from the little bits he got, Dennis liked the rich, un-fishy taste. He again stabbed the poor fish, alternating between a spoon and fork.

Yanti who saw feeling amused, she could not help but smile seeing her master was in trouble.

"You eat too, show me how" Dennis ordered.

Yanti took out a plate and filled it with salted fish. As he was about to sit in a short chair, Dennis' black stick prevented him.

"Sit here." The black stick was knocked into the chair in front of Dennis. "Let me see clearly."

Yanti moved to the seat above. After reciting the prayer, he immediately ate with his hands. He glanced at Dennis who was now in a dilemma and laughed inwardly. The man must have been unusual to eat with his hands, probably never.

The man's small eyes alternated looking at the fish on his plate and Yanti, until Dennis held the tip of the tail with his right hand. He made sure the way he was holding was correct before mimicking Yanti.

The results are still different, between veterans and beginners. It can be seen from Dennis' mouth that was a straw of oil and small pieces of salted fish.

Dennis smiled coldly at the woman who dared to laugh at him. "I wonder if you can still laugh after rejecting my offer."

Dennis' words instantly made Yanti's body stiff in place. The woman's heart immediately shrunk.

"You said you wanted to find your husband. How'd you find her?" Dennis wiped his mouth and his dirty hands with a handkerchief. "How do you know he's alive or not? If he really had a legitimate wife, what would you do?"

Hearing that yesterday or earlier, does not mean Yanti is immune now, her heart aches again reminded of the harsh reality of her life.

Yanti was surprised to hear that. When he started working, he knew he would serve the owner of the house, cook, wash clothes, sweep.

Yanti did not know that her master would limp and have an evil mouth.

"I can find another maid, whom I want to contract with."

"Well, you can't, sir! I'm here for work! Not married anymore!" Yanti ventured to open her voice. Anger and panic are already in place.

Dennis raised his hand and looked up indifferently. "Yes, yes, you're packing your things now. You can leave here tomorrow." The man stood up with the help of his wand.

"Ah, this is warm tea. You drink first so you can think calmly. I just need a wife on paper, not a real wife." Dennis pushed the cup filled with sweet hot tea towards Yanti.

The woman was still sitting dumbfounded at the dining table, hearing the sound as the wandman moved away. Semrawut. He went to the city to make money and deal with some of his problems, not to add to the burden of the mind.

Yanti ran after Dennis who had closed the door.

"Sir! Mr Dennis! Find someone else to marry! I'm gonna get a job, sir!" Yanti knocked on the door of the room many times. I wish I could shake that man's heart.

"Sir Dennis, don't you feel sorry for me? I'll be obedient, sir! Let me work here, sir! Mr Dennis!!" Yanti insisted despite having to face the door that was closed and did not budge.

His little hand kept knocking on the wooden door. "I work diligently, sir! Mr Dennis!!"

The door was finally opened by the wry-faced Dennis. Yanti who was initially happy, was again surprised to see her master was bare chest. His skin was white, the whitest that Yanti had ever seen.

"Whispering continues! You don't know what time it is? Are you ashamed of your neighbor?" nagging Dennis before closing the door again.

Turning to his senses, Yanti blocked by hand before the door closed perfectly.

"Sir Dennis! Help me, Sir!" pinta Yanti again, weld.

"You asked for help, but you won't help me! Make what?! Just sign the same pretend you don't want to! Your husband is harder to know!" snapped Dennis with a soft voice that actually made Yanti afraid.

The man then slapped his cane into Yanti's hand, who released the handle in surprise. As soon as he left, Dennis closed the door.

Sadly his efforts were unsuccessful, Yanti returned to the room on the second floor.

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The next morning while the air was still piercing, Yanti was already waiting in the living room with a bag containing two stels of change of clothes.

"You wear this," Dennis gave Yanti a pair of oversized flip-flops.

His eyes stared pushyly at the door that Dennis was locking. They then walked forward, where a yellow dragon was waiting with the lights on.

"To Gubeng Station, sir," said Dennis who was sitting in the back. Yanti sat next to the driver of the small car.

"Not to the realtor's place of work, sir?" ask Yanti.

"You think he still wants to? The work has not stopped for a week," accuses Dennis who further cornered Yanti.

The woman was eventually silent the rest of the journey. Although this was her first time riding in a car, their trip towards the station that would take her back home, hung heavily on Yanti's heart.

Yanti last saw Dennis paying for a train ticket before entering the platform, waiting for the train car that would take him to his hometown.

Fate is hard to guess. He did not know he had to return to Nglegok after a few days in Surabaya. The tears that seeped from his eyes and infiltrated his lips, tasted salty.

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