When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 64. Recipes for Love?

“Mas why don't you tell me about this?” Dera moved from Daren's lap to the edge of the mattress.

“Sorry, Dear.”

Daren approached, peeping briefly at Dera's forehead. She also hugged the pregnant woman from the side, dropping her chin on the wife's shoulder.

“Iya, Mas. I'm just surprised. I think Mother and Father are still ...”

“Mas understand. The important thing you already know, and surely Mother and Father are very happy to meet you.”

“Mas ...”

“Stay a prayer for them yes, dear. They will be very happy to have a beautiful and kind daughter-in-law like you,” said Daren.

“Definitely, Mas. Always.”

Dera hugged Daren tightly, drowning his face in the chest of the man's field. Really, he didn't want to be left behind by Daren for even a little while. Dera didn't want to be far from that guy.

“The Mother used to want a descent from me, but unfortunately I have not been able to grant it. But now, Mommy must be happy because soon her grandson will see the world.” Daren rubbed gently on Dera's distended stomach.

“Our children must also be very happy, have a very great grandmother and grandfather like them.”

“Definitely, Dear. They are great for Mas and Kak Fina. The affection of the two is perfect, without distinguishing each other,” shrewd Daren with his head bowed. “I miss them ...”

“I miss too, Mas. We can only send prayers to them, so that this longing can be released slowly,” said Dera.

The father-to-be nodded his head. He clenched back Dera's body, occasionally kissing the top of his wife's head with great affection.

“I love you, love you so much. Sorry, if my love is not that perfect.”

Stares were locked against each other, with a spotlight full of love and affection. The two dive into each other's beads, so Dera can catch the fog of desire in the eyes of her husband. Dera poked her hand at Daren's neck, nodding her head as if understanding what Daren's eyes were saying.

**

Mother Fina forced Vera to go home with Pandu, while she asked to pick up the driver. At first Vera refused, feeling very troublesome, but Mother Fina continued to force it to make Vera unable to turn back.

As a child, Pandu felt bad about his mother's attitude. Although he knew the middle-aged woman's worries.

“Sorry Mother, yes.” Pandu opened his voice with his eyes fixed on the road.

“Neither, Mas. I understand, kok,” replied Vera while developing her smile.

Things go back awkward. Scratch the nape that does not itch, because nervous and confused. While Vera chose to look outside the window while enjoying the cool air this afternoon.

Not for half an hour, the car that the Steering Guide entered the Dera parents housing complex. The man parked his car in front of Hamidah's mother's house. Afterwards he got out of the car and opened the door for Vera.

“Still yes, Mas. I want to anterin me to home,” said Vera reluctantly.

“Sama-sama.”

“Let's stop by Mas, Vera makes drinks,” tawar Vera friendly.

“Neither, deh. I'm langs—“

The speech of Pandu was cut off by the sound of the roar of a car approaching Hamidah's mother's house. The owner of the car parked behind Pandu's car.

Vera's forehead is wrinkled. His eyes narrowed in order to recognize whose car was also parked in front of his giant house. His forehead creased further with bulging eyes, when he saw Befan coming out of the white car.

Befan passed by nonchalantly without looking at Vera. He knocked on Hamidah's mother's door and waited for the owner to open it.

“Hei! Can you appreciate someone who has greeted you?” hiss Pandu.

Befan turned around, staring at Pandu with his eyebrows interlocked. His face was still the same, flat and cold.

“I am not used to reply to greetings of unknown people,” Befan said casually. Make Pandu emotions increasingly rise to the crown.

“You should know that he is the nephew of the owner of this house. At least look at him if you don't want to reply by saying hello,” growled Pandu.

Befan's face was getting irritated. Pandu keeps on advancing closer to the man.”

“Oh, you're his girlfriend? Not yet replied you are already jealous.”

“You—“

“Stop!” yelled Vera annoyed.

He immediately pulled Pandu's arm away from Befan. The girl put on a fierce face, so that the two would no longer argue.

“Mas Pandu home. This guy, let me handle it,” pinta Vera.

“But he—“

“Back, Mas!” press Vera.

With a heavy heart Pandu obeyed the wishes of the girl. He went home with a worried heart, afraid something might happen to Vera. Another case with Befan, who was still staring at Vera with a look of disdain.

“Pak Befan no need what?” ask Vera.

“You kepo?” the man was sniffed.

“Means, Sir! Ask!” yelled Vera, frustrated.

Unconsciously Befan clenched Vera's forehead, making the master complain of pain.

“I want to meet Ms. Hamidah.”

“For? Or something happened with Dera?”

Again Befan pinned Vera's head.

“I want to ask for a fried rice recipe that he made the other day,” Befan explained.

Whats? Come all the way just for the sake of the fried rice recipe? Waw! Prescriptions may bring this love.

“Together with me, Sir. I also know the recipe.”

Befan grieved, passing because Hamidah's mother had already opened the door and stood with a smile there. Before, Befan whispered something right next to Vera's ear. “If it's the same you, not the recipe I'll get.”

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Excuse me. If the flow gets bigger.