When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapters 17. Sulking

“My ex-wife cheated with my cousin.”

Hearing Daren's words, Dera gawked in disbelief. He immediately drew closer to Daren, eroding the distance between them. With swiftness, Dera propped up his chin, to be closer if later Daren wanted to tell a story. However, it had been almost five minutes, Daren just kept quiet without wanting to explain further. Instead, the man focused on the food at the table.

Seeing that, Dera let out an annoyed sigh. Several times he grumbled, irritated by Daren's seemingly ordinary attitude.

“Why?” daren asked because it was strangely stared at in such a way by Dera.

“Is. Om that's insensitive, huh? I already know I was curious, instead of continuing even busy eating alone,” Dera's nagging with a pouty face. Daren chuckles, gaunty.

“Well, what should I explain?” Daren asked again. I don't know what his intentions were, but it was a success that made Dera even more burned with anger.

The interaction of a husband and wife, can not be separated from the supervision of the eye mbok. He continued to smile when he saw Dera nagging, as well as seeing Daren's attitude. At first I thought the two did not get along, but the assumption was wrong, instead they get along so much that they often argue small things.

“Om! Booth!” furious Dera. He clenched his feet on the floor, like a child who wasn't bought with ice cream.

“Work, Dera? Dera mistress Algra?” Daren is still a relaxed fashion. In fact, the man drank milk with slowmo.

“Ceritain about ex-wife, Om. I want to know, about ... the affair,” said Dera. It is subtle, but full of emphasis.

“I don't want to remember the past. How, dong?” Daren raises her eyebrows, seduces Dera.

The girl in the pajama shirt, getting pissed off. Daren's response continued to joke, making Dera ride apoplexy. He quickly left the dining table still with a disheveled face. Knowing his wife was angry, Daren immediately left half the food. He was suddenly anxious, feeling his joking might be excessive for Dera. Especially when he heard the door closed with a slam, making Daren grimace.

“To the extent of wanting to know about Jilia,” lirih Daren. Still standing in front of the door, though tightly shut impeccably for him to enter.

No. gabe. Daren can't stay still, he certainly won't focus on working if it hasn't improved with Dera. The charm of his wife is so stingy clinging to the mind, even dominating rather than the work piled up on the desk. So, whatever the reason, Daren should be able to persuade Dera to open the door and she will apologize.

“Dera,” call Daren while knocking on room door.

There was no answer from inside. Silent.

“Dera. Open the door, dong, honey,” call Daren again. As gently as possible he let out a voice, hoping that Dera would be blown away.

Open, anyway, open the door. However, instead of leaking, Dera instead stood up with a waistline, ready to scold Daren like a child who made a mistake. He wanted to laugh, but was afraid that his wife would get angry. So, all Daren could do was duck, waiting for Dera's reaction.

“Pettings. I'm busy!” press Dera.

“Hmm, you don't get mad, yes?” Daren looked up, staring at the sad face of his wife's judes. However, Dera remains Dera. It was hard to stumble with just such a look.

“If angry why?” ask Dera back. Still with the same position, even his face looks more judes.

“Later ugly,” muttered Daren, but it can still be heard by Dera.

“Udah ugly from birth! Cepetan, clear talk!” Dera's pushing Daren.

Presumably Daren can not be meme-menye on the figure of Dera. Very, very fierce. The man chose to move, approaching Dera even standing beside the girl. Slowly, Daren hugged Dera from the side. I don't know where Daren got his courage.

“Malah hugs, why, anyway?”

“Let's not angry anymore. Mother said first, if someone is angry, must be hugged, let his anger disappear.” Daren explained that he still hugged Dera.

“Oh, so if there are beautiful women out there, being angry should be hugged too, huh?” Dera is getting bigger. Daren immediately shook his head while grimacing.

“No, that's it, dear Dera. I just calm people close to me, like you. I don't want you to continue to be enveloped in anger, mending blanket me,” said Dera memelas.

“Om, udalah, mending work there,” expel Dera while pushing Daren.

“But you're not angry, are you? You see I will not focus on work, if you are still angry gini.”

“Kok, ngusir who has a home, anyway?”

“Ish, whatever, Om, lah. If you don't want to go, yes, let me go.” Dera was about to turn around, but Daren held him back.

“Alright, Young Madam. This handsome master will go to work,” Daren said as he briefly kissed the back of Dera's hand.

“Ya, already, there go.”

“Hmm. Wait for me to come home, yeah. Later I will clear everything,” said Daren.

“OK. Remember, explanation!” press Dera, make Daren chuckle.

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A day at home, Dera spends only time with plants in the garden. He had a new hobby: growing flowers. With the help of Reva, Dera finished planting the roses.

“The girl likes roses, huh? You know most roses are planted?” ask Reva.

Reva is indeed the only waitress who asks, she also likes to talk. So, Dera feels comfortable when talking or asking for an opinion on Reva.

“Iya. You are beautiful and fragrant,” replied Dera honestly. He looked at the flowers with a fluffy smile.

“Same. Reva also likes, Madam,” said Reva.

“Waw, means we clop,” said Dera. Then both laugh.

Initially Reva did refuse Dera's invitation to take care of the park. But he kept forcing. In fact, Dera said that Daren wouldn't be angry if they were friends. The man will be very happy, because his wife is no longer lonely.

“They've been a long time, huh, going out with Mister? But, really, Reva doesn't know, huh?”

Reva's question, made the atmosphere awkward. The young girl shut her mouth, feeling wrongly speaking.

“Sorry, Mistress. If Reva's question makes Madam uncomfortable. Should not need to be answered, the point does not need to be answered,” said Reva. Down because I felt so bad.

“No need to duck so, Reva. It's okay, kok.”

“The lady is not angry?”

“For what am I angry? Because it's natural. Because, without wind and rain, suddenly Om Daren married me,” explained Dera.

Reva nodded, though her face still looked uneasy. As Dera was about to explain, suddenly the vibrations on the phone stopped Dera's mouth from making a sound. He immediately picked up the flat object stored in his pants. Seeing the incoming message from an unknown number, made the girl's forehead wrinkle in confusion. Especially when reading the contents of the message on the phone screen.

[Hay, Wally. Greetings, yes, Jilia. Oh, yeah, what's your relationship with Daren? It's not going well, is it? Haha. So don't be a girl. Still smelling fast, poky a lot of style.]

The message, which turned to scorn, burned anger in Dera's chest. The girl slammed her phone in the grass, swearing at it.

“Basic don't know yourself! It's nice to say I'm a lot of style, but he's a lot of style. Where is the insignificance again!” furious Dera.

Sontak, make Reva surprised. Slowly, the girl left her mistress alone.

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Om Daren's. Please, do not make othor so nahan to not exit this chapter, deh🤧

The kind heart, the votes and the gifts don't forget, huh? Let othor get excited 😩