When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapters 14. Gifts

Because Dera had slept even at her in-laws' house, Daren chose to stay there. The man told the secretary to handle his work first tomorrow, because he was not sure he would come on time to the office.

Now Daren is on Dera's bed, staring at the girl who is sleeping fast. The face that always judges, now looks very cute. Back and forth Daren pinched Dera's cheek, making the master wriggle as he was disturbed.

“Cup, cup, cup. Sleep again, yes, dear.”

Getting a gentle swipe at the head, Dera went back to sleep soundly. Daren was still awake, staring around the room dominated by pink.

As far as the eye is concerned, there are no photos of the Scout sticking to any wall or place. It seemed, Dera had completely removed the trace over the man. Not wanting to leave memories.

Laying down, Daren tried to shut down. It was very difficult, especially next to him there was a beautiful woman who was so tempting. Three years without a wife, who is not tempted when faced with a legitimate return. Daren quickly dismissed the dirty thoughts, did not want to get wild and instead make Dera later hate him.

Daren's been trying to accept, trying to love his wife too. However, he could not be sure Dera would do the same. So far the girl has never brought up about Pandu, but does not know behind. Maybe he is still so loving, but trying hard for the people around him.

Tired of his own thoughts, Daren intends to try to close his eyes again. Unfortunately, Dera's sleep activity really bothers Daren. The girl had already turned to face him, in fact, Dera's two hands were already on Daren's stomach.

Hold Daren, hold.

If you don't remember the feelings. Where could Daren be willing to withstand this turmoil.

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Early in the morning, Dera had already helped her mother in the kitchen. He woke up earlier than Daren. Feeling sorry to see the tired face of the man with the status of her husband, Dera did not wake him.

“How are you feeling, son?” The mother who was scooping the fried rice, asked gently.

“That's it, Mom,” replied Dera as is.

“Maybe this is hard for you. But, you also have to think about Daren's feelings, son. Poor him.”

“Dera is still trying to control the feeling of Dera.”

No more talking between the two. Finished cutting the vegetables, Dera pampits to go wake Daren. The girl remembered, her husband would definitely work. When he got to the room, Daren woke up. In fact, the man's hair looked wet from shampooing.

“Later tonight there was an event at Pandu's parents' house. My sister asked us to come,” Daren said as she combed her hair.

“Emm, what event?” ask Dera.

“I don't know either. But we were forced to come. I said yes, because it's not good to have to refuse.”

“Ya, already. Later tonight I will be ready,” said Dera.

“Good. After I get home from work, we go straight there.”

Finished with the conversation, Dera invites Daren to have breakfast together. After that, they will return to their homes.

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Already at home alone, Dera again bored because he did not have friends chatting. The only young servant close to him, only Reva. After yesterday's chat, Reva had not shown her nose in front of Dera. As a result, Dera chose to watch TV in the main room.

Still screaming, the house bell rang. Just about to move to open the door, a female servant precedes her. Dera just stared at the puzzled, small job, as if she should not touch him.

“Sorry, Mistress. It was a courier, delivering the order Mr.” said the waiter who preceded Dera earlier while thrusting the box that was still sealed on Dera.

“What order, yes, Mbak?” ask Dera. Because it is the age on it, so Dera took the initiative to call ‘mbak’ only.

“I don't know either, Madam. It's good, then just ask Mr.”

“Ah, yes.” Dera scratched his non-itchy head. Allow the waiter to do his work again.

“Mending continue watching,” he said to himself.

Dera's body movements came to a halt, upon hearing the ringing from her phone. The girl immediately grabbed a flat object, it turned out that one message came in from an unknown number.

[Have the package arrived?]

Dera's forehead is wrinkled, confused. Rereading the message on the phone screen, the girl observed the number there. Still, he did not know who the owner of the number was.

[Why not answer?]

[Sorry. This who?]

[Daren. How, the package has arrived at home?]

Apparently Daren. Dera pointed the camera towards the box, she was going to send the photo to Daren.

[When you arrive, open it immediately. That's for you]

Such was Daren's reply, increasingly making Dera confused. Shaking his shoulders, he just according to what the man said. Intending to open the city in plain sight, of course with an uncertain feeling.

It turned out to be a pink dress. It looks beautiful with pearls on various sides. Dera smiled happily, these were the clothes she had dreamed of first. Why would Daren know?

“What do you like?” Daren stood behind Dera. Smiling sweet.

Dera nodded with a cramped face. “Where does Om know that I wanted this dress for a long time?” ask Dera.

Daren was silent, her gaze straight ahead as if she was glaring. “Photo stored in your room desk drawer. I accidentally opened it yesterday.”

“Emm, okay. It'sit's okay. Thanks, yes.”

“Sama-sama. You happy?” Daren walked closer and closer, diluting the distance between them.

The master nodded. Before long, a smile that Daren had never seen, finally appeared on that beautiful face. His heart was pounding, Daren was suddenly nervous. He immediately turned his eyes away, avoiding Dera's still seductive gaze.

“Very happy. Again, thank you, Om!” sahut Dera is pleased.

“I-iya. In that case, you have to wear the dress that you dream of tonight,” said Daren.

“OK! Ready. I must have worn it!”

Daren shook his head to see the behavior of the wife. Simply giving the girl what she dreamed of, Dera would smile happily. Alright, Daren will definitely ask Dera, what other stuff does the girl want, but it has not been achieved yet.

“Don't forget Om wear clothes that match my clothes too!” yelled Dera from upstairs. Daren chuckles.

“Iya, I will definitely wear it,” replied Daren.

“Good. See you tonight!”

Again Daren can only giggle amused. He chose to drop his ass on the main room sofa. Ringing incoming messages from the phone, avert Daren's gaze.

[You should invite Dera to come tonight. I miss that girl very much. Just watch out for you, yeah.]

Threat of Daren's sister, aka Pandu's mother. Makes the man sigh. I feel like he doesn't want to leave. Because, not only Pandu's parents, but there are other families there as well.

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Othor's busy. Sorry, new up.