Wife Contract Fake Sniper Limping

7. Mr. Dennis

Dennis looked at the open notebook, with the ballpoint in his right hand. Slowly he knocks with a monotonous rhythm, which helps to unravel his overlapping thoughts.

He's already got a woman to replace him at a family event. He just gave Yanti a weapon in order to face her family who fight each other's position in the eyes of Bobo (grandmother).

Dennis wasn't interested in any of that. All she thought about was the kindness of her mother and younger sister, Lani. Unfortunately, the woman who had given birth to him did not see clearly. Her mother was too glared at the main family treasure.

He had already arranged the time to bring Yanti on Sunday. However, with the arrival of the mother just now, the plan could be accelerated.

Dennis closed the notebook and put it on the second shelf, between the Journalistic Language and The World According to Garp by John Irving.

Dennis's eyes then swept around the study. Books that a few days ago are still stacked origin, now distinguished by size, the smallest at the top. The floor is also shiny as it is finished dipel. Dennis then swept his index finger to the nearest closet shelf, still dusty.

The man then rolled his eyes, why should he be astonished. Dennis could even imagine what happened with his eyes closed.

Of course the little monster crawled all the way here, his hands sticky from sweet food or drink. Seeing many colorful objects, the boy tried to grab and tried to stand up. The toddler then pulled the nearby book, causing the others to fall down with a noise.

Yanti who heard, ran in a state of panic, making sure her son was not buried with things. While cleaning up, he found a sticky trace of the baby's hand and wiped it away. Yanti also piled goods away from the edge of the table, with more orderly so as not to fall easily.

When she was done, the woman took her child away and did not wipe the rest of her study. Dennis thought of reprimanding Yanti later. He came here to work, not take care of his son.

Dennis's eyes returned to the wall clock that showed the number 10. It was too late for the woman to wake up. He decided to reprimand Yanti tomorrow morning.

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Dennis, who was sleeping soundly, felt something strange and slowly returned to his consciousness. His eyes swept around the room, there was nothing strange about his room. He then sharpened his hearing.

It was then that he caught the sound of people walking past the stairs connected to the second floor. When glancing at the wall, the clock in his room still showed at 4am. It was too early for Yanti to go to the market.

Dennis closed his eyes, trying to go back to sleep as he again heard the obvious slipper step on this silent morning. The man groaned in annoyance, his brain was just starting to work and he could guess something was wrong with Yanti's child.

Honestly, Dennis wondered how he could make a decision based on his naive expectations that day. Yes, the day he read in the paper about the increase in volcanic activity of Mount Kelud and ashfall which (he predicted) reached the area where Yanti lived in Nglegok. Therefore, he forced and half threatened Yanti.

He innocently believes that Yanti will not bring his small derivative to Surabaya. Though if Dennis thought again with logic, the possibility of Yanti bringing the boy by 98%. Given the refugee atmosphere is not only less conducive to caring for toddlers, Yanti's parents are certainly struggling just by thinking about their own fate and focusing on the restoration of their log house. Which may collapse, not strong to withstand the weight of ash.

"Yahoooo!!! Uwaaaaa!!" the scream from the second floor made Dennis want to roll tighter into his blanket. But it could not be if he still wanted to keep Yanti as a living shield.

Dennis took the stick by the bed and walked as fast as he could to near the stairs.

"Yes! Yanti! Why's child?!" he screamed from below.

The woman's head appeared only slightly. The shoulder hair that he often pigtails is a little fussy. "Kito's a bit of a drag on his body, sir."

"Start when?" ask Dennis again.

"Already overnight, Kito also did not want to sleep," he added, patting his back and rocking the fussy baby's body.

Dennis is not an expert in caring for babies, he knows very little about health. He wasn't sure it would be enough until they could take Yanti's child to the health center later.

"Bring it down, Yan," Dennis ordered.

While waiting for Yanti to come down, Dennis used a spacious dining table to roll out the cloth mat.

"Put it here," Dennis pointed to the table.

Yanti complied by trying to persuade her son to lie on the table. The big baby wriggled uneasily with a whimper that kept coming out of his small mouth.

"Have you compressed?" dennis asked who was greeted by Yanti's confused look. "Get me a basin, fill half the clean water. Get me my handkerchief, too."

The young mother moved quickly to pick up the item that Dennis asked for. Meanwhile, Dennis felt Waskito's body which was a little feverish and his lips began to dry.

Dennis then taught Yanti how to compress her son and give him a simple isotonic drink little by little.

"I went to Mbok Jum first. You wait here" Dennis said. His voice was cold, as cold as his gaze as he walked out of the house with stiff steps.

The man was angry at himself. He had neglected to take into account again about how fragile humans were, especially young children. There have been two mistakes he made since Yanti returned to Surabaya.

How great and quick his thinking is to cultivate facts and try to prevent unexpected events from happening in his small house, still the will of God moves faster. Like the events of a few years ago that took away some of his ability to run.

And right now, he needs a healer, a doctor, whatever it is to heal Yanti's child. Things he can't do with his abilities.

"Jum! Smell it!!" dennis shouted as he was close to the front of the house.

"Dalem, sir.." said Mbok Jum with his head down.

"Find a rickshaw, angguna, or a car that can be used. Hendro, you go to Professor Agus on Nias Street. Get him ready, Yanti's son is sick." Order out consecutively with firm out of Dennis' thin lips.

"Snigh, Sir!"

In an instant, the two people instantly moved following the orders of the much younger man. Dennis was already going back home when a teenager emerged from Mbok Jum's house.

"Can I come, sir?" ask the eleven-year-old. His big eyes looked doubtfully and a little scared towards Dennis.

"You can see it from the side, but don't bother," said Dennis who immediately made the boy's face.

"Ready, Sir!" the boy who immediately jumped.

Not long after Dennis enters the house and tells Yanti his plans, Jum arrives. The woman told me the vehicle was ready.

Yanti, who has agreed to take her son to the doctor, has a fear. If the child is not seriously ill, usually taken to the baby shaman, do not need to get to the health center. This is going straight to the doctor's house.

"What's my son sick, anyway, sir, aren't there baby shamans? Usually if it is sorted by the same onion bobble, immediately healed," asked Yanti confused.

"Here the baby shaman is young, rather than misdirecting your son, pity your son" Dennis.

Yanti who finally calmed down, carrying Kito who was still whining, followed Dennis into the wind.

Arriving at the doctor's house, Dennis lets the woman's doctor check on Kito. Some questions were answered by Yanti. Dennis just sat by the check table listening and looking closely.

"What's the heat, the heat is ordinary because it wants to teething," said the woman who used to face the panic of her patient's parents.

"Cock drooling, Mom," said Yanti. A relieved smile emanated on his face that carried Kito back behind a shawl.

"This is my prescription for fever and pain medication. Can be drunk after eating." The doctor sat back at the table with some books and stationery. He wrote something down and gave Dennis a prescription.

The man who did not say much received the prescription and paid for the examination. They return home with their own thoughts.

Although Kito is still fussy and occasionally yells, Yanti is more worried that her son is irritating Dennis. Dennis has been quieter since. Yanti does not want Kito to be scolded let alone yelled at. So, Yanti tried her hardest to calm Kito down.

Dennis felt so stupid and embarrassed. He had over-acted for the teething baby, as if his son Yanti had a serious illness. His usually sharp mind, did not lead there at all.

She wanted to blame Yanti's carelessness which might rub off on her. Or not being able to sleep well after doing 'flips' and other tasks, due to annoying sounds on it.

But her little heart kept telling her haughty stance, that it was purely Dennis's fault. Miscalculated, misjudged and over-assessed situations, over-assessment produces inaccurate results.

After arriving at the front of the house, Dennis gave instructions to Yanti and mbok Jum. Then, he went back up and down in a part of the market that had no traces of fire.

Booths and stalls lined up, all inhabited by humans who seek money as a source of livelihood. Passing through the 1st floor stairs, Dennis walked towards the customer-deserted kiosk of cigarette and kretek sellers.

The thick-bearded man who was guarding, smiled broadly at Dennis's asymmetrical steps. Rows of yellowed teeth framed with blackish mouths greeted the crippled man.

"Sir Antok," call Dennis.

"I know you must be back again" said the hoarse-talking man who then chuckled.

Dennis chose not to respond to the ledge that was fixed on him. He looked around at the merchandise that was neatly displayed.

"I bought the best." His narrowed eyes again directed at the man who continued to pay attention to his movements since earlier.

The man took a long breath. "The best ones have been taken by others. Stay number two. Wanna?"

Dennis slightly lowered his face, hiding his wild and savage grin. "Don't lie. I know you're just satisfied with my work."

Antok was silent for a moment before laughing out loud. "Dennis! Dennis! You white snake!"

Dennis doesn't like the nickname Antok for him, but it doesn't matter as long as he gets what he wants.

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