When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapters 37. Trying to Love You

“This, loh, Mas, the bouquet that I said it was.” Dera puts a bouquet of flowers on Daren.

The man looked to look around. The pink rose reminds him of someone, but it's not certain yet. So, Daren doesn't want to assume first, because everything is uncertain.

“If you want to save, yes, already, it's okay,” said Daren while giving the bouquet back.

“Mas ... not jealous?” dera's great-grandson. She hasn't loved Daren yet, but she has always appreciated him.

“Why should I be jealous? Although this bouquet is from the most handsome man in the world, but I know my wife will definitely choose me.”

“Why so confident?” Dera raises her eyebrows, deliberately teasing Daren.

“Because someone who understands marriage, will not betray him. It was the same, he destroyed God's scenario,” Daren replied casually.

Dera praised Daren's figure, the man always relaxed when solving problems. At first he was afraid Daren was angry because someone sent him a bouquet with sweet words, but Daren responded more sweetly.

“If you do not want to save, can love to people. So you keep accepting. It's just, give it back to others,” said Daren.

“Good. I'll love Yana, then. She likes very much the beginning flower.”

“Absolutely you don't like flowers?” Daren changed her sitting position, so faced Dera.

“Ya, likes. Who doesn't like flowers? Where is it,” said Dera.

“There. Mother does not like flowers.”

“Mother?”

“Yes, Mother I.” Daren looked down, his face looked grim.

Dera blinked slowly, staring at Daren who was still bowing his head. He touched the man's shoulder, making the master instantly raise his head and smile sweetly.

“Mas has never known me as Mas's parents, loh,” said Dera. Daren chuckles.

“True. If there is free time, I will definitely take you to their place,” replied Daren.

“Oh, yes, she said Mother does not like flowers. If you can know, why?”

“Emm. Because the flowers are too beautiful, so Mother is jealous,” replied Daren. Impressed origin.

Dera throbbed irritably, exhaling violently. “Answers nag!”

“Where am I nagging, Honey. All that is true, Mother does not like it because Dad always praised its beauty.” Daren rubbed Dera's head slowly.

“Oh, so, yes?”

“Hemm.”

Both were silent, the mood was silent. The hour hand has shown at 21:00 WIB. Dera moves justifying the pillow she will use for sleep, but her movements are held back by Daren.

Daren's question made Dera swallow her hard spit. Daren's eye gaze was so attached to his bead, that Daren immediately threw his face to the side. There was a rough gust of breath, which Dera knew Daren the perpetrator.

“Not yet, huh?” Daren threw a question.

“Sorry. Dera is trying. I have to be patient, yes?” dera's great-grandson.

“Alright, I'll be patient. But ... I also don't know until when this patience lasts.”

“Mas doubt as do I?” Dera held both of Daren's shoulders.

“Neighbor, Babe.”

“If, no, smile, dong!”

“Nih, have a smile.” Daren showed a sweet smile, which was able to make Dera's heart pound.

Dera is confused, has he loved Daren or not? But to be sure, she was afraid of losing the man because it was already convenient.

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As usual, Dera leaves for the boutique escorted by Daren. The man's company is unidirectional, so all of you take his wife. Before coming out, Dera peeped at the back of Daren's hand that was reciprocated with a kiss on the forehead.

 “Doain may be selling well, yes, Mas,” pinta Dera.

“Definitely, Dear.” Daren stroked Dera's cheek gently.

“Then I go down. Mas carefully drive it, yes.”

“Sip, Darling. You don't forget lunch.”

“Mas also.”

Dera waved her hand at Daren, waiting until the man's car moved away then walked to the boutique. As he was about to open the boutique door, his eyes accidentally caught something near the door.

“Buket again?” asked Dera while grimacing small.

“Actually who, anyway, sent this? Or do they deliberately want to destroy my household with Mas Daren?”

A bouquet of roses, this time white. Tucked into the paper, Dera instantly picked up and read the contents.

‘Make you, the most sweetest.’

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