Derana Wasted Wife
DERANA CHAPTER 5

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Derana let out a long sigh before setting foot into the room. He gathered the coffers of patience to confront Farel - his husbands who might scold him and abuse him.

"Mas, here's the coffee." Derana put a cup of coffee on the nightstand and landed the weight of the body on the sofa next to Farel.

"Hm." The words that came out of Farel's lips were like the hum of a bee. The man looked cool with his gawai without caring for Derana.

"Mas, I want to go home. I miss my father and mother" said Derana, expressing her desire.

Farel diverted attention from his dress then stared fixedly at the face of the wife who was framed softly. He scooped up the air deeply before opening the voice-replying speech of Derana. "Later in the afternoon, we'll go home to your parents. The project I'm working on is done. Likely, I will be unemployed for a long time. I don't want to, mom takes care of the needs of our daily lives. Especially ... eat."

Derana. She could only curse her husband in her heart.

Every stay at Derana's parents' second home, Farel shamelessly imposes the necessities of his life on both his in-laws-Usman and Ratri.

Every day, Farel asks both of Derana's parents to provide delicious food and cigarettes. Like the offerings that must be offered, Derana's parents also responded to the request of the son-in-law.

Usman and Ratri worked harder to fulfill all of Farel's most cherished daughter-in-law's wishes.

Not having the heart to see his parents fending on their bodies, Derana also worked on the neighboring rice fields.

"Until when do you shut up like a statue? Go to the kitchen! Prepare breakfast for me!" his word broke the silence and made Derana wake up from the daydream.

Derana nodded without saying a word. She was too lazy to respond to the words of her husband who was never sweet and always managed to tear the flesh that was residing in the chest without mercy.

He brought his body to stand. Then swung legs to pass from the presence of the husband who always makes himself must be able to withstand emotions.

"Sugeng sajing, Cake." (Good morning, Kek) Derana gave her greetings when she passed by Atmajaya-kakek Farel who is currently standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Hmmm. Have you had breakfast yet, Nduk? If not, let's have breakfast with grandpa!" Atmaja published a smile and stared fixedly at the sweet face of his daughter-in-law's granddaughter. Not knowing what was implied by her gaze, Derana was not able to understand the meaning of Atmajaya's gaze.

"I haven't had breakfast, Cake. Mas Farel asked me to take breakfast for him. I don't feel good if breakfast with Grandpa, while mas Farel breakfast alone in the room" said Derana while refusing subtly.

"Yes, Nduk. Grandpa won't force. Better, serve your husband immediately! Take enough food for breakfast! Do not hesitate and think of it as in your own house, Nduk!" Atmajaya re-published a smile followed by her outstretched hand to touch Derana's shoulder.

For some reason, Derana felt uncomfortable with the touch of Atmajaya's hand on her shoulder. Moreover, the old man's gaze did not shift one bit from him.

"Yes Cake. Nuwun sewu, I want to pass!" derana said while arranging the word excuse me with Javanese language.

Atmajaya nodded and stroked her beloved beard. He then invited Derana and slightly shifted his position.

After taking two rice dishes equipped with side dishes, Derana rushed to leave the kitchen without greeting Atmajaya who was currently sitting while enjoying a cup of bitter-sweet coffee.

Atmajaya shook her head and pulled one corner of her lips. The gaze of his neutrality could not be separated from Derana's back until it disappeared from view.

"Sir almighty, Farel-my grandchildren will conquer you and soon .. Our goal will be achieved" he said followed by a smile that grew.

In fact, what was the goal that Farel and his family wanted to achieve? Why are they trying so hard to conquer Derana?

Hopefully, one day the veil that is tightly closed, will open along with the presence of happiness for Derana ....

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