When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 36. Bouquet

Day after day, Sunday after Sunday and month after month had passed. The Daren and Dera households have entered their fourth month. Both relationships have increased. Understanding each other, being honest and responsible with their marriage.

Today Dera is preoccupied with mom's boutique. She still replaces her mother, and she still lives in her home. Daren said, as long as you still allow it, they'll stay there.

Dera walked towards the entrance when she saw the middle-aged woman opening the door. Smiles continue to expand welcoming customers.

“Welcome, Madam. And happy shopping at the boutique Almaya,”, said Dera in a friendly manner. A sweet smile from her customers.

“Good. Thank you, Ma'am,” replied the middle-aged woman.

Dera shows the latest and elegant clothes in her boutique. Sometimes he answered the questions that the woman asked. Dera friendly attitude, make customers comfortable shopping there. Likewise with the workers in the boutique, they always smile to welcome sustenance.

Recalling there was a lunch appointment with Daren, Dera asked Siti—her mother— worker to take her place dropping off customers looking around. Exhaling a rough breath, Dera tried to smile sweetly as she stepped into her room. She took a sling bag, put in her cell phone and some makeup tools there.

[I'm on the road to the boutique.]

A short message from Daren, making Dera's smile more curved. Hurry him out of the room, walking cheerfully towards the front door.

Unlike what he thought, Daren was a good figure. Although their age is far adrift, but the attitude and nature of the man is very mature. Dera is very much loved by Daren.

When he was about to open the door, his eyes accidentally caught a bouquet of flowers outside—close to the entrance. Out of curiosity, Dera walked over, taking the bouquet.

Pink roses neatly arranged, fragrant out, tickling Dera's sense of smell to breathe it continuously. Busy enjoying the fragrance of flowers, Dera found the colored paper in tune with flowers attached to her stalk.

The handwriting is so beautiful, the heart thumping Dera.

‘Beautiful flowers, for special people.’

“Jeez, Mas Daren. Very Soswit, anyway, use send flowers all.”

Although there is no name of the sender, but Dera is sure that Daren is the mastermind behind the delivery of this flower.

Seeing Yana wiping the glass, Dera immediately approached her.

“Yan, Ma'am this flower, huh? Put it on the room table, Ma'am,” pinta Dera.

“Ehem, the smile-smile. Rich’nya, this flower from Mr. Boss, yes,” led Yana while smiling seductively.

Dera threw away the face with blushing cheeks. Soon she was saying goodbye when she heard Daren's car horn.

“Aman, Ma'am. Never mind being damaged, ants just can not sleep here.”

Dera chuckled while walking away from the boutique. When he got into the car, Dera was immediately greeted with a sweet smile Daren. The man kissed his wife's forehead briefly, then put on a seatbelt for Dera.

“Aready?”

“Siap.”

“Slaunch!” daren said while starting the car engine.

They were traveling through the city at a moderate speed. Dera enjoyed every trip with Daren, the man was endlessly smiling sweetly.

Om Daren intentionally what, do not tell about the bouquet earlier. No, didn't say anything, did you?

When Dera will open the sound, the car first stops. They arrived at the restaurant parking lot. Daren came out first, after which he opened the door for Dera.

As the two walk into the restaurant, Daren asks Dera to sit in the chair she chose. Then, the man ordered a steak for their lunch.

“Emm, Mas,” call Dera.

“Yes, Honey? What's up?” ask Daren. Staring in Dera's bead.

“Still, yes, the bouquet. I love the same fragrant rose,” said Dera enthusiastically.

“Buket? What bouquet, honey? Feelings Mas no love you bouquet.” Daren's forehead frowned, feeling confused by what Dera said.

“Loh, instead of the bouquet in front of the boutique entrance, from, Mas?”

“Not. Mas emang no intention to buy you flowers, but have not had time,” said Daren.

Dera. His heart kept wondering, who was the sender of the bouquet if not Daren? Seeing that his wife was silent, Daren grabbed Dera's hands and grabbed them.

“Positive thinking, Honey. Maybe your fans.”

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