When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 47. 'I'm back.'
On her return the pregnant woman came from a restaurant not far from the boutique. Dera headed straight for his room, instantly he was treated to a city that was still sealed neatly on the workbench.
He chose to sit first on the chair, observing the box carefully. Slowly, Dera's hand grabbed the desk drawer and opened it. He took the scissors from inside.
“From me curious, it is better to just open it,” said Dera. Prepare to open the cardboard wrapped in black plastic.
His face described the curiosity and worry that became one. He was also between able and unable to open it. However, because curiosity was more dominant, he finally cut the duct tape attached.
When the cardboard opens, Dera's face turns pias. He stared at the wreath with a pounding heart. Instantly his memory returned at such a glorifying time.
“You like bouquets?”
‘’Bad joy. When I was seven years old, my mother taught me to make wreaths with wildflowers.”
“Wah. I'm excited to keep making you flowers.
Jemari Dera was moved to pick up the paper tucked between the cardboard and the flowers. Is beautiful. Simple red paper with a picture of a doll, Dera loves it. His fingers continued to open the folds of paper, until it was seen the handwriting printed there.
‘I'm back. Sorry.’
“Go!” screamed Dera spontaneously. The next moment he closed his own mouth.
His head kept shaking, denying all the truth that was in his brain. Only Pandu knows that she likes bouquets after mom. And again, that paper, also only Pandu knows it. That he, very fond of all kinds of paper that there are many pictures of dolls.
“Not possible! No way you are, right, Pan?”
Maybe this is just a prankster, Dera thought. He tried to smile, but the tightness in his chest kept sticking out. Negative thoughts are getting lodged in the head, causing concern for him.
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Daren just got in the car, but had to get back out because someone came to her. The man pulled a little corner of the lip, then shook the person's hand.
“I want to report, Sir,” said the person. Daren nodded, then asked to get in the car.
He only wanted this conversation to be wider if it was inside. Daren doesn't want them to be caught on CCTV when talking outside, let alone a parking lot.
“How is the current condition? Is he getting close?” Daren stared at his interlocutor.
“True, Sir. He's getting closer, it could be very close. This afternoon, I saw a courier coming to the boutique Young Madam.”
“What Dera took the package? Figured what? Small or large cardboard?” cecar Daren is impatient.
“Moderate cardboard, Sir. However, the one who received was not Mrs Dera but her employees,” replied the person.
“Good. You should continue to monitor the situation of boutiques and Dera in particular.”
“Good, Sir. Then I'm sorry,” said.
“Let me inter. I do not want my employees to feel suspicious about your descent from this car,” said Daren.
Finally Daren's man just nodded, letting the boss drive him back to work.
After dropping off the manhunt on a road not far from where Dera's boutique was located, the man drove back to pick up his wife. The worry is increasingly stirring in the heart, making Daren very unsettled all day.
It turned out that Dera was already waiting in front of the boutique. The pregnant woman smiled broadly to find Daren's car stopped at the boutique yard.
“It's been a long time waiting, Honey?” daren asked as she put her arm around Dera's shoulder.
“Newly out, really, Mas,” Dera said.
“Ya already then. Want to go straight home or take a walk first?”
“For example, if you go for a walk, where are you going?”
“Then go to the park, yuk! I want to see the crowd there, and there are a lot of kids playing. I like!” bring Dera. His face looks so enthusiastic.
Daren nodded. “Ready, My dear!”
*
In the afternoon, the park is crowded with children and parents watching. In addition, outside the park are also many traders who are scavenging for sustenance.
Dera squealed the pleasure of seeing neatly lined carts with different sales menus. She pulled Daren's arm slowly, inviting her husband to come closer.
“Mas, I want snacks,” said Dera.
“But not too much, yes, dear. Not good for your health,” advice Daren.
“Iya. I just want a cimol with fries, kok.”
“Good. Let's buy.”
The two walked towards the cimol merchant and the fries were indeed close together. Dera ordered two servings each. After getting what he wants, Dera invites Daren to enter the park. He chose to sit on the grass while watching the children play.
“Mas ...”
“Iya, Darling?”
“Seru, yes? Many more. Many children here,” said Dera.
“Iya. Indeed, if the afternoon here crowded.”
“If the baby is born later, we bring it here, yes?” said Dera enthusiastically.
Daren's trying to shake Dera's nose. “Iya. But wait big, so you can be invited to play.”
“Sip.”
The pregnant woman resumed her eating. Daren who had seen since, smiling happily caught Dera who was very greedy eating the snacks.
“Mas. Thirst.”
“Yes, you wait here first. Mas go for a minute to buy drinks.” Daren went to go.
“OK. But don't be long.” The master only replied with a nod of the head.
While waiting for Daren to return, Dera continued to enjoy the many cimols that are still many. Sometimes his retina catches a boy who is playing ball with his father. Until the cold that radiates from the drinking bottle, shocked Dera.
“Mas. You already bal—“
The speech came to a halt with the foot continuing to step backwards. Sweaty threads began to be seen at the temple, as the body trembled more and more visible.
“Pandu ...,” oozed by choked voice.
“Yes. I'm here.”
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