When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 42. Ducks

[MAS! I ASKED FOR FRIED DUCKS NOT LIVING DUCKS!!]

[Again, my dear. Later you just ask mom to make the fry. Just first, yeah. I want to continue the meeting.]

Really fucking! Dera continued to grumble in his heart because of Daren. I couldn't wait for the man to come back. He asks Daren to order the fried duck and sends it to him. However, instead, a Befan came with a duck.

“Bos asked me to deliver this duck to Madam,” Befan said at the time, and successfully made Dera explode.

To the extent that the mother who just returned from the market was sprayed by Dera. He continued to nag, his face still crimson when the connection was cut off.

“Basic Mas Daren crazy!!” yelled Dera, frustrated.

Now what should he do with this duck? Hearing his voice alone was already deafening Dera. The girl screamed again, calling Vera.

“What, anyway, Der?” asked Vera with her disheveled face.

“Help me throw this duck!” dera Pinta.

“Dih, your ducks, why do I bother too.

“Vera!”

“Ah, alright bumil sensitive.”

Angrily Vera took the duck tied to her feet on the floor and she took it to the back. Dera really pisses him off.

**

Prang

“Jeez, Babe!” Screeches Daren made the whole house surprised.

“Go!” shout Dera.

Just as Daren wanted to get into the room, the tray had already been thrown at him and had almost hit him had Daren not closed the door. The man's breathing was wheezing in shock, his heart still racing with a tense face.

Mom came in a hurry to Daren. “What's up, Son?”

“Only small problems, Mom. Dera is sulking at me,” replied Daren. Trying to smile despite being surprised is still obvious.

“Oh, yes, already then solve your problems well.” Mom's back in the kitchen.

Daren wants to open the room door again, but is still afraid of Dera. It could be not just the tray he threw, but a glass bottle or a flower pot. Daren can't really imagine that.

“Ehem. Brother cousin-in-law.” Vera was already standing by the wall winking.

“ya?”

“You Want to help?” tawar Vera's.

“Bby. Please make Dera no longer angry at me,” pinta Daren with pleading gaze.

“Good. Assume ...”

“What do you want? I will definitely follow all your wishes,” cut Daren quickly.

Daren is asked to step aside, so that Vera can enter to persuade Dera. Finally the man chose to sit on the sofa, while waiting for Vera who came out of the room.

While in the room, Dera stared intently at the frowning Vera while blinking her eyes.

“Ngapain are you here? Go there!” expel Dera.

“Eits, be patient, darling. I have interesting information, nih,” said Vera as she approached.

“What?!”

Vera approached, whispering something in Dera's ear that instantly made the woman smile. The heart that had been very upset, was finally broken by an offer from Vera.

“Asik! You're serious, right?”

“Iya, Dera Darling.”

Haha. Vera laughed wickedly in her heart. It seemed like he would earn a lot of money for already making Dera smile.

“After there, meet your husband,” Vera said as she pushed Dera.

“OK. Relax, I'll give you five percent.”

Ah, happy I will get from these two guys.

With Vera cheerfully coming out of the room, she went straight into her room and tuned in to DJ music. Inside the room the girl swayed full of joy, evaporating happiness.

**

“Where are the thirty million, Mas? I want facial and hair care.” Dera sat herself on Daren's lap, caressing the man's cheek.

Daren's eyes bulged. The feeling he had no promise to his wife, but why did the woman charge.

“Thirty million what, dear? Mas, right, no promise of money,” said Daren.

“Basic liar! Vera said, if I stop lashing, you will give money to me!”

Uh. Basic Vera! Daren could only exhale violently, then try smiling sweetly.

“Ah, Darling. Let alone thirty million, where the salon can be bought for you,” persuaded Daren.

Dera immediately smiled. “Totally? If so I ask to buy a place salonnya aja, not so money thirty million.”

Die me!

**

Sorry a little, guys. Othor has a idea.