When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapters 1. Painful News
“Cie... who wants to get married, very happy, anyway?”
The sound of laughter echoed in a girl's room, they were busy chatting while laughing when throwing jokes at each other. Dera— as a bride-to-be, smiles when remembering the face of her future husband.
After graduating from college, finally what he dreamed of delivered. The boyfriend wants to marry her, considering their relationship has been five years. Having a relationship is not easy. Much more pain than happiness.
“Suddenly I miss Pandu,” chirps Dera while giggling amusedly.
“Eaaaaa.. sok, yes, lu,” says Vera—his cousin.
“About What's more, huh? Want to chat, but can't.”
Following the custom of the mother, you should not send a chat or meet prospective husbands a week to H day. Even so, Dera still thinks positively, even though her heart is restless thinking about the future husband.
Gradually, drowsiness approached Dera and Vera. Both of them position the body, to welcome the dream that is coming soon.
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The door was so loud that Dera was shocked and immediately woke up. Because of the lives that had not been collected, Dera half opened her eyes, trying to collect her life.
“Dera! Wake up!” The cry of the mother from outside, made Dera again surprised.
With lightning fast, the girl got off the bed and ran towards the door. When the door opened, a face with tears she found. Mother crying? Dera rubbed her eyes to see clearly, instantly her body was shaken as her mother tightly hugged her body.
“Mother, what's up?” asked Dera with a confused face. Even so, his hands occasionally rubbed his mother's back.
“Hiks.” Only the sound of mother's cries could be heard, interspersed with a heart-wrenching whimper.
Not getting an answer, Dera finally chose to shut up first, until her mother stopped crying. Dera kept letting her mother shed all the tears on her shoulder, while rubbing her back with both hands.
Almost twenty minutes the middle-aged woman cried, finally taking off the hug while wiping away the tears with the back of her hand. Hamidah—ibu Dera looked at her daughter with an increasingly sad face.
“Mother ... why cry?” Dera opened his voice. His hands were raised, wiping away the tears of Hamidah.
“Dera, my son .. hiks. Your fate is so bad, son,” shouts Hamidah accompanied by sobs.
Increasingly confused by Hamidah's words, Dera asked again with a confused face. “Bu, what's wrong? Why talk like that?”
“What's with Pandu, Bu?”
“The guide ran away after screwing people's children.” Hamidah closed his mouth, tears flowing back.
What news is this? Dera shook her head, trying not to believe it. Unasked, tears seeped down from both corners of his eyes. Throw away Dera's body, followed by sobs that increasingly sound painful.
“No way, Mom! No way!” shout Dera.
No way, there's no way Pandu can do that. Dera wanted to scream that it was all not true, but her mother's tears confirmed that her future husband was right to do such a heinous thing.
In the room shades of pink, only sobs that continue to rumble. Dera did not budge at all, occasionally the girl shouted in denial of everything. To the extent that, Vera who was asleep, had to wake up with surprise to hear the cry of her cousin.
“Tante, what is this?” Vera hugged Hamidah tightly.
“Go, Ver. Pandu ...”
“Why Aunt? Mas Pandu why?” cerca Vera was impatient.
“Blue guide.”
Deg
Not only Dera, Vera was shocked as well. The man he knew, was a good and responsible man. There's no way the man's gone, two days to H day. Not likely.