Great Gift

"I've found the person who almost ran you over," said Raka.

Della went straight to ask, "Who wanted to harm me? Have I ever offended someone on purpose?"

"Dewi," Raka replied.

Della blinked repeatedly.

Dewi? But why did she intend to harm her? Could it be …

"Why would my mother want to kill me? This can't be…" Della whispered.

"Maybe because you don't want to go home and marry her son. Or for something else? I don't know. You better stay at home and not go anywhere for a while," Raka stepped forward again, smelling a familiar scent from Della's body.

His face immediately changed when he realized what it was like. "Are you picking my bergamot?"

Della was stunned by the question. She saw many bergamot trees planted in Raka's yard. She heard from Alin that this was the first time the bergamot fruit was grown this year so Della took the initiative to pick it, using it as a salad for Raka's dinner.