Derana Wasted Wife
DERANA CHAPTER 3

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Derana was lying on the sofa covered in the cold of the night. His eyelids are still reluctant to be closed even though drowsiness had forced to immediately stop in the dream country.

The shadow of the incident six months ago danced in the eye patch to force dew points to frame the face as the throbbing pain in the heartburn ....

“My daughter's daughter, marry Farel! He is a responsible man and very polite. I believe, your life will be shaded by happiness if you marry her.” A soft voice followed a line of smiles and gazes that implied a great hope of not being able to melt the heart.

Derana remained adamant about her decision. He refused his mother's order to marry Farel, a young man he knew through social media networks.

“Bu, I really can't marry Mas Farel because I don't love him. I just think of her as a friend—ndak more,” said Derana with a lowered voice and lowered her head.

“Should mother hit you with this wooden stick, so that you would marry Farel?” Ratri who was originally gentle, is now no longer able to hold back emotions because all his efforts to persuade Derana.

He grabbed a wooden stick that stood firmly in the corner of the room and then prepared to hit it on the body of the princess—Derana.

“Although Mom hit my body to turn blue, I still don't want to marry mas Farel –“

“Durgan son! You should be grateful, there are young men who want to marry you. Farel and his mother were very nice. They are willing to accept you without taking issue with our family's shortcomings.” Ratri looked angry. His wrath was repeated by repeatedly hitting the staff on Derana's body.

Poor Derana ....

Poor Derana tried to hold the pain all over the body by closing the netra and squeezing the ends of the cloth wrapped around the body.

Like someone who was possessed by a demon, Ratri did not feel pity at all. He continued to hit the body of the daughter he was born with until the tiny body fell.

Torment and spicy words that are thrown every day, still unable to shake the determination of Derana.

The poor village girl resolutely refused the matchmaking.

He did not want to be the same fate as some of his peers who married at a young age because of matchmaking and ultimately life in mourning. Not a few of them became widows at a very young age.

Derana's determination begins to falter as her father and mother pretend to be sick.

As a devoted child, he was willing to do anything for the recovery of his parents, not least married to Farel, the man who later pushed him into the mourning trough.

“I received the marriage and marriage of Derana Larasati bint Usman Sumitra with the dowry, paid in cash.” Farel eloquently recited the kabul sentence accompanied by a smile that framed the face, as if implying that he was very happy and grateful to have married Derana— sweet and innocent faced village girl.

While Derana ... the sweet girl bowed lethargic. The kabul phrase recited by Farel is like the opening mantra of the door of hell.

Actually, Derana doubted the sincerity of Farel's love. His heart continued to rebel.

Kalbu Derana believes that Farel is not a good man like his parents guessed. Before the wedding day came, Farel asked Derana to give up her holy crown. But Derana refused. He did not want to give up chastity before being labeled halal.

Three days after the wedding reception, Farel takes Derana home to Atmajaya's residence.

During the trip, Derana was silent while holding her throbbing head and stomach that felt nauseous due to motion sickness.

Arriving at the Atmajaya residence, the newlyweds were warmly welcomed by Atmajaya, Arimbi, and Shella—adik Farel but different fathers.

Arimbi alternately hugged Farel and Derana. So did Atmajaya and Shella.

“Where are your father and husband, Shel?” asked Farel while swinging legs— entered the classic whitewashed building without inviting and Derana who was still standing in the same place.

“Dad is out of town, and mas Harjun .. he has a meeting with a client, Mas –“ he replied followed by a smile. Then his hand clenched Farel's open arm.

“Iya Shel.” Farel answered briefly and scrambled his sister's rikma with affection.

“Following your husband, Nduk! Think of this house as your own home!” order Atmajaya without stripping off the friendly impression.

“Iya Cake. Thank you," said Derana accompanied by a line of smiles while responding to Atmajaya's orders.

Derana rolled her neutral gaze towards her Arimbi-mother-in-law. He asked permission to Arimbi with his polite speech and attitude. "Mom, I'm asking permission to follow Mas Farel."

Like a good mother-in-law, Arimbi published a smile and rubbed the daughter-in-law's shoulders gently. Then he replied to Derana with a very subtle word. "Here you are Farel, Dera! I wish you could live in this house! Serve your husband well! I believe Farel didn't choose a wife."

Derana nodded obediently and said the word 'thank you' before swinging her legs - followed by her husband who was now relaxing in the room.

Upon arrival at the doorway, Derana is greeted by her husband.

Farel clasped Derana's hand and led her into the room.

Derana's steps feel heavy when tracking the floor of the room nuanced dark. The side of his heart kept screaming-asked Derana to stop the move.

"You are so beautiful Dera" whispered Farel right in the ear as she rubbed the smooth cheeks of Derana-the girl who had been halal touched by him.

“Ma-mas Farel, dizzy, my men are nauseous, I-I want to rest,” said Derana bluntly as Farel looked at her with a hungry look. Derana was well versed in Farel's body language, although her husband did not speak it through speech.

Derana is not ready if Farel asks for the right when his body wants to rest.

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Farel grabbed the glass on the nightstand and slammed it. The look on the face of the mature man implied an explosive rage.

Derana. She did not expect, Farel—man who was her husband status. At the age of their marriage which had just stepped on three days, Farel had already shown his original temperament.

“Basic wife trash! How dare you complain when I want that!”

Drawn roughly Derana's arm and pushed the poor woman's tiny body to fall on the bed.

“Close your eyes and sleep! Whatever I'm going to do, you can't turn it down.” The words that came out of Farel's lips were like a hypnotizing spell, so Derana obeyed.

Thunderbolt that struck .. broke the seagrass glass. Derana was stunned and immediately called her God's asthma.

Drawn deep air and then exhaled slowly while driving away the feeling of tightness that reigns.

“Yaa my Lord, strengthen me ..” ask Derana with her soft-sounding voice while rubbing her wet face with fingers.

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Connect ....

Derana means to endure and persevere in suffering (not to be heartbroken and desperate). Like Derana in real life, she is a very great woman, stoic and enduring to suffer even though severe tests always accompany her life journey.

The time will come, Derana is firm - not only resigned is needed badly by her husband and mother-in-law. When did that time come? Keep up with the story and don't forget to leave a trail of 😉 support

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