When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 52. Want to Talk Something?

That afternoon Pandu intended to invite Vera to lunch together, but unfortunately the master refused. Murat was afraid of being mixed with hate, still emanating perfectly in Vera's beautiful bead. Although Pandu's temperament is now very friendly, but can never let go of hate when remembering his actions on Dera.

“You really don't want to have lunch first?” ask Pandu again. And the answer remained the same, Vera shook her head quickly.

“Sorry, I have to come back soon. Aunty has been waiting for these fruits,” replied Vera.

“Hmm. There is something I want to say, but you are in a hurry. All right, we can talk some more time. Yes, right?”

If Vera were a witch, she would instantly curse Pandu to stone. I don't know what plan the guy made, so I really wanted to talk to him more. And unfortunately, Vera also prayed in her heart, so that not rediscovered by the figure of Pandu.

“Then I excuse.” Without answering Pandu's question, Vera immediately left.

His steps were the same as when he entered earlier, in a hurry. He wanted to get to the car and leave. The shadow of Pandu's sinless face, continued to fill his mind. And that again makes it unfocused until it hits people again.

“What eyes can't see?” The rebuke was flat and cold, making Vera's face turn pias.

“Ah, sorry, Sir. I don't focus on the road,” great-grandson Vera.

“You think I'm your father!” press the guy.

Wait for. Why does his voice look familiar to Vera? It seems he didn't guess wrong. Yes, it was like the voice of a man who came to his house a few months ago with his brother-in-law.

And when he looked up, then Befan's handsome face that looked flat became the first object. The gazes of the two were locked, diving into each other to look for something there. What they don't know, what it is.

“You?” show Befan.

“Yes, I'm brother-in-law Om Daren. Uh, I mean Mas Daren,” obviously Vera.

“Oh.”

“Iya, Sir.”

“I told you, I'm not your father. Be polite to people you don't know,” Befan.

Vera rubbed her chest, patiently. You fridge-faced man! Just then, when Dera was around, this man spoke so softly. In fact, it makes no difference to the toll road. Slab.

“Alright, Mas. Once again I apologize for crashing earlier,” said Vera sincerely.

“Yes. Next time you can walk slowly. Because this place does not belong to your ancestors!”

Patience, Vera, patience. That girl with such hair could only continue to be patient. Although he was eager to throw Befan with whatever was around him. Did he say that, Vera was disrespectful? Really, Vera wanted to strangle Befan's neck to death.

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“The way of thanksgiving will be simple, Mas. We invite the citizens of the complex here as orphans,” said Dera while they were at the dinner table.

“Mas recite what you said,” replied Daren.

“Dih. Sometimes give input, dong. How, anyway, this Dad!”

“Daddy has no input, but if entering, obviously can.” Daren laughed loudly when he saw Dera's annoyed face.

“Basic pervert!” shout Dera.

“Hahaha. Forgive me, Darling.”

Daren gently rubbed Dera's face, after which a short kiss on the wife's lips. Being still upset with Daren, Dera immediately rubbed her lips quickly. Sontak makes Daren laugh more.

Satisfied laughing, Daren confirmed his sitting position. “Darling, you have no intention of doing USG. See the gender of Dedek, is it?” ask Daren.

“Ngak,” cetus Dera.

“Not curious?”

“In fact I want this to be a surprise, Mas!”

“Alright, alright. But I can't wait to see it,” said Daren while rubbing Dera's stomach.

“Propa. Being pregnant a week at birth!”

“Hehehe.”

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Can't othor panjatin anymore, because the idea is stuck. Plis likes it, yeah, guys.