When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 46. The terror?

At two o'clock in the evening both stopped farming when it had equally reached its peak. Daren pulled out a blanket to cover their innocent bodies. Dera had already slept from exhaustion.

Daren himself, did not close his eyes. The man wakes up, picks up a bokser and*************** to use. Walking to the balcony of the room, Daren stared at his dead cell phone. After that he turned on the rectangular cheek object.

“Halo.”

“Halo, Sir. He's in Indonesia. Precisely in Jakarta, not far from where we are.”

Tut

The grip on the phone is getting tight, teeth clapping is clearly heard. Daren turned his head to the sky with his eyes closed, instantly as the wind hit his innocent face and body.

“Why return?” ogre.

**

As usual, Dera would head to the boutique to work. She and Daren were on their way, the woman looked cheerful as she was about to start her usual activities after a week off.

Since then Dera has continued to stare out the window, at tall and sturdy buildings. Not to forget anyway, he also looked at the handsome face of Daren, so that his spirit was increasing.

“Mas from earlier, really, just quiet, anyway?” ask Dera. His face was already pouting because Daren did not turn his head.

“Mas!”

“Iya, Darling? What was? Want to vomit?” Daren strafed Dera with questions, which succeeded in making the master even more upset.

Dera immediately threw her face to the side, reluctant to answer questions from Daren. The man's forehead was wrinkled, confused by his wife's behavior.

“Why are you, honey?” Daren used one hand to rub Dera's shoulder.

“Mas why?” cetus Dera without turning over.

Daren admitted wrong because it had been silent, not because of what. He was only to the mind with one thing that to date still worried him.

“Mas sorry, Darling. You don't get mad anymore, do you?” wheedle Daren.

Dera turned around, looking at Daren wistfully. “What was my service last night unsatisfactory? To make Mas angry and do not want to talk?”

“No, Darling. I am very satisfied. You are always satisfying to me. Yes, yes, don't say that again.” Daren rubbed Dera's cheek while focusing on driving.

“Iya. But Mas don't guarantee me,” said Dera.

“Iya, Darling. Sorry, yes?”

Dera nodded, then moved to hug Daren's arm spoiledly.

**

“Yan,” call Dera.

“Yes, Buk?”

“You want to go to lunch, right?” ask Dera while approaching Yana.

“Iya, Buk. Want to be with?”

“Iya.”

“Then it is, come on, Bu.”

The two go to find food, but Dera's steps are stopped when one of her employees approaches her.

“This, Mom, there is a package,” said the employee while giving the box he brought.

Dera's forehead is wrinkled. “Package? My feeling no ordering anything.”

“But this is for Mom,” said the employee.

Dera took the city, and there his name was written. He was more confused, because there was no definite name of the sender. Yana rebuked him, Dera immediately asked the employee who gave the box to bring the package to his room.

On the way to the restaurant, Dera keeps to mind with the package until it makes him unconscious of getting hit by a motorbike. Fortunately, Yana pulled her arm.

“Almost Mom to hit the motor!” yana said with a worried face.

“Sorry,” great-grandson Dera.

“Mother if you are sick again, mending back to the boutique. Let Yana who bought her food continue to bring her there,” said Yana.

“Udah, really, Yan. I'm not okay. Let's continue,” take Dera with a smile. For Yana to believe that she's okay.

“Ya, already then.”

The two then continued their journey to the restaurant. Yana continued to hold Dera's arm, so as not to happen dangerous things like that.

Despite trying to focus, Dera stayed in mind with what was inside the box. After returning later, he had to confirm the contents.

It can't be terror. But who sent it? Is it just a prankster? But it's impossible.

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Sorry I just nongol.