Husband Setting

Arraseo, Yeobo!

In fact, Dinka's days have been very bleak and languishing since the last incident. Every time he went home from college, he complained about his luck by going to JC, and all he found was a room with a dozen employees with the main desk occupied by another woman with glasses perched at the base of his nose, looking at him with a gaze that could be said to be rather terrifying.

His only hope was that the place was under the pretext of meeting his mama, and he would not be too obvious in such an awkward position. He wanted to improve everything, but didn't find a good way and didn't get him cornered too far. That's hard apparently.

Not to mention, Ranu who almost every second sent him a message asking how Jen's condition for him was enough to make him more dizzy. He was frustrated by his own words because he had said yes to Ranu. This really can't be left alone.

The only way is to go to his brother's house, throw away his shame and prestige. Although he had no plans when the reason arrived in an unexpected way.

And here she stood, at her sister's kitchen table with both hands busy taking down the lunch boxes she had brought just now, under her brother's expressionless gaze. Dinka is no longer confused looking for a decent enough opening chat, but she suffers from an overwhelming nervousness choking her neck. Normally, her brother would happily tease, quip, would even exasperate her to death with his ridicule. But unfortunately, Darren seemed to lose his sense of humor, leaving a serious tension and expression that adorned his handsome face.

“Mama .. again there are many bouquet orders, Brother, so I came here.” Dinka's esophagus dried up and hurt as she spoke, so she cleared her throat slowly. Her eyes timidly stole seeing the expression of her brother in a disguised gesture. Inwardly wondering, where is his sister-in-law? Isn't it too late to be in bed? Or is it too early to leave the house? Is it supposed to be early this morning that the wife prepares breakfast for her husband? Not sent continuously by his in-laws. Ck, spoiled!

“Jen still drying clothes, do not you have to wait if you only give this!”

Dinka chokes on her own curse, how could her brother know what she was thinking? Is this too obvious? And what was that? Does that mean he's being subtly evicted?

“Egh ... let me help him, Brother!” Dinka said cheerfully to cover up her bad thoughts. His steps widened to the side to leave the dining table.

“No need! He's about to finish ...” Dinka turned her head with disbelief filling her face. Her brother said very cold and hard to her.

“Ngga papa, Brother .. I'm in no hurry and-“

“We don't need your help!” Darren was quick, and impatient. His eyes shot so sharply at Dinka. “Depart!”

Dinka's breath was stifled, her smile faded quickly, leaving no trace at all as if her lips had never smiled before. Suddenly a sense of annoyance and disappointment vying filled him. His initiative was rejected by his own brother. It was painful though—kaylah, it was to protect his wife. Dinka understands, but it still hurts. Can't it be a little warm and soft-spoken? Can't you say in a normal tone?

"Yes, brother .. I'm leaving." Dinka resigned, and she kept coming back to greet her brother. Then murmured in response, ushering in his departure.

"Who's coming?" Jen wiped her hands with the back of her maternity clothes when she appeared in the kitchen. His stomach poked with arrogance. Then the pure white face was filled with a red hue decorated with hair tendrils that were not tied properly.

"Wound, huh?" Darren takes over the glass Jen held. "Sit down, let me get you!"

"Don't overdo it, I can do it myself ...." Jen did let go of her glass but she sometimes did not feel good about herself when people came and gave her a lot of service.

"You're tired of a lot of pressure and a kid in your belly, so I can just ease the burdens I'm putting on you, honey." Darren poured water from a clear glass container and thrust it at Jen.

Jen laughs at the glass, her gaze hints at gratitude, "yes, we should have for two, you one me one, at least we can save one."

Darren paused and pensive, "they are strong and will be fine. Congratulations to everyone." She couldn't bear to wipe Jen's hair, really wanting to shout out the reassuring word that everything would be fine.

Jen felt her jokes did not make the atmosphere happy, so she switched the conversation. "I'll replace Myung with a new cat .. do you agree?"

"Yes ...!" Darren pulls Jen's hair and justifies the bond. "You're just going to see the picture, because I don't want you to touch that thing!"

"Well, Husband!" Jen smiled in her cheerful style. His hand crept into Darren's waist and hugged him. "Calangeo, Oppa."

Darren screeched, "Yeobo, that's right!"

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