When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 45. Treasures

In another residence, a couple was having a big fight. His wife tried to calm him down, but the husband kept her off.

“Why are you, anyway? Just continue to be a godain Daren? Actually you still love him, right?” snapped Hafran.

Ah, it has failed the plan, it can even rage from the husband as well. Steady once alive Jilia, she let out a rough sigh. Re-approaching Hafran, hugging the man's body in order to calm his anger.

“Ngak, Darling. You, right, know that I only love you,” said Jilia spoiledly.

“But why do you always go crazy like this?”

“You, you know, Mas. I did all this for the sake of treasure,” said Jilia.

Hafran. Although he also wanted Daren's treasure, but seeing his wife continue to tease the man, he was also jealous. After all he was an ordinary man, where accept his wife approach another man.

“Already, yes, you don't get angry and jealous anymore. I love her just like you, nothing else?”

Finally Hafran withered with the words of Jilia accompanied by ***** a small* on his lips. The two made fun of each other, forgetting the problems that had occurred between them. Jilia is very happy, can make Hafran back good to him.

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Before going to bed, Dera took the time to wash her feet and hands and brush her teeth. During pregnancy she is very lazy, to clean herself sometimes because of Daren's compulsion. The rest he spent time sleeping, eating, and sleeping again.

Mother is not a problem because it may indeed be congenital bayj, just that Daren felt disinclined. Because, they hitchhiked but did not know themselves.

“Honey,” call Daren when found Dera already wrapped in a blanket in bed.

“Hmm.”

“Don't forget tomorrow wake up early,” ingati Daren.

“Iya, yes,” cetus Dera.

Daren resumed his remaining work. He let Dera sleep first, because now he could not accompany the woman.

Trying to keep her eyes closed, her eyes opened again. Dera grumbled because he could not sleep but was very sleepy. Turning around, he again closed his eyes but the result remained the same.

Looking at Daren who was sitting on the sofa while holding a laptop, Dera's smile was on his back. He passed the man's face, from the eyes, nose, to the lips. Sexy and slightly reddish in color, Dera swallowed her hard-earned saliva.

Oh, my God, what am I thinking? Why would I want that.

Dera hit his own head. He got up and walked to the corner of the room to grab a drink at the dispenser. His activity caught the attention of Daren who initially focused heavily on the files on the laptop.

“Ngapain, Darling?”

“Mandi! I already know again to take a drink,” cetus Dera.

“Not yet.”

“Then, here, accompany Mas work,” pinta Daren while patting the side of the empty sofa.

You idiot! His heart refused, but his whole body supported him. Dera approached with an uncertain feeling. His body bristled as he inhaled the scent of mint emanating from Daren's body. Unknowingly, the girl sniffed to the neck.

“Ngapain, Darling?”

“Hah? Anu ... that, I want to sleep,” said Dera nervously. Go catch it wet!

“Yakin?” Daren raises next to her eyebrow teasingly. “Do not want anything? To the extent of sniffing my neck.”

“What? No, kok! Just want mastiin, who's who's the mint fragrance,” elak Dera.

“Masa? Don't you know that mint has me?”

“Hmm ...”

“What do you want, darling? Just say, I'm not angry, kok.” Daren's gaze was so gentle, sweeping Dera in her charm.

The woman bit her lower lip while squeezing her hand. His heart was pounding, making him nervous. However, an even greater desire, finally made Dera open her voice.

“You it.”

“That's what, Honey?”

“Ituloh,” Dera said.

“Iya, what is it?” Daren pretended not to know, but in his heart was happy.

“Mau body relations, now,” great-grandson Dera.

“What?”

“Connect, Mas!!”

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