When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 31. Beloved Son-in-law

Anxious face was still plastered when Dera just disconnected the phone. His swift movements, made the servants a question mark. However, no one dared to ask. Dera enters the room, the girl grabs the bag hanging. Take whatever she needs, then put it in the bag.

Again Dera went down the stairs with a step so fast. The woman went to the kitchen first, poured water and gulped it down to the toilet. As much as possible, Dera tried not to worry. How not, got the news his mother was sick, he was immediately confused.

During this time the mother never got sick, Dera could confirm that. However, when he got a call from Vera, his heart was racing. Shocked, worried, mixed into one.

Dera calls Daren's personal driver, asking the middle-aged man to drive her to mother's house. He was already impatient, instead of thinning, his worry was getting more and more excessive.

“Please somewhat faster, Sir!” dera's orders. The driver nodded obediently.

The man behind the wheel wanted to ask, but remembering they were not close made Pak Agam disinclined. Finally he could only harbor his curiosity.

“Thank you, Sir.” Dera immediately got down from the car when the iron horse had already stopped.

Without waiting for Mr. Agam's answer, Dera had darted into his parents' house. Looks like Vera just returned from the kitchen, staring at him confused.

“Which mother, Ver?” asked Dera with a worried face.

“There in the room?” answer Vera.

“Oke.”

Vera just shook her head to see the cousin who was so anxious. He entered Hamidah's mother's room, sitting on the edge of the bed watching Dera kissing the back of her mother's hand repeatedly.

“From when did Mom get sick, Ver?”

“Tadi morning. Aunty said, he's okay,” replied Vera.

“But mom's face is so pale!” exclaim Dera.

“You are calm, aunt has taken medicine from the doctor, really. You see, I called the doctor to check on Auntie. And the result ... Aunty just a sauce.

“Sgratitude.”

Dera can breathe a sigh of relief now. He let go of his mother's hand, then turned to look at the quiet face of the sleeping woman. Longing to learn clearly, he who was never far from his mother, felt guilty for leaving him. How else, after marriage, she must follow the husband like what mother said.

“You told Om Daren that you were here again? Fear your husband will be nyariin.”

“Oh, yes, forgot me, Ver.” Dera immediately took his phone.

He looked for Daren's contacts, after which he immediately typed in a message to send to the man who was working in his office.

[I'm at mom's house, Om. My mother is sick.] Send. Whipping.

Making sure the message has been sent, Dera keeps her phone back. He was going to make porridge for mom.

“You are so dear, yes, same Aunt Hamidah?” Vera followed Dera's steps towards the kitchen.

“I love from Mom more than anything,” replied Dera.

Vera nodded. Hamidah's mother would be proud to have a child like Dera. Let alone mother, Vera was proud.

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Dera intends to stay at the mother's house, he will not calm if his mother has not healed. As for Daren, the man had already replied to his message. Daren said he'd come and stay the night, too.

Seeing that his mother had closed her eyes, Dera brought a bowl of porridge into the kitchen. Wash it clean and put it back in the closet.

Dera turns to the living room, waiting for the arrival of Daren who until now has not seen the trunk of his nose. Vera could not accompany him because he had to work on the thesis, Dera understood.

Hearing the sound of the roar of the car from outside, Dera immediately went to open the door of the house. His face as often as seeing Daren carrying plastic that he believes in one of them there is a martabak order.

“Om, where am I?” asked Dera while following Daren's steps.

“Petan open, I can't wait to eat,” said Dera.

“Iya, Darling.” Daren's looking for Dera's order. When I met him, I gave it to the woman.

Happy enveloped Daren's day, seeing Dera so voraciously eating her hammer. He thought the woman would be moody onward, recalling the message Vera sent. That Dera was so sad because mom was sick.

“Om,” call Dera with full mouth.

“Yes. Why?”

“About Elena, Om don't fire him, ‘kan?” ask Dera.

“Hemm, no. Sorry, yes.” Daren's feeling bad.

“Not what, Om. I just want to apologize, because yesterday was like a boy. I am grateful that Om did not fire, because I was worried that Elena would be sad,” said Dera. Daren stared in amazement, the woman he knew judes, now changing like a fairy godmother.

“It turns out you're good,” chirps Daren. Which was immediately greeted by a look of horror from the wife.

“About me is chatty, so can't be good, so?!” furious Dera.

“Not, Darling. Sorry if I misspoke.” Daren pleaded as she clenched her hands together in front of her chest.

The woman who was sitting on the floor, chose to continue to enjoy martabak. Dera had no interest in answering Daren's remarks anymore. Being in silence like this, made Daren miserable. She misses Dera's nagging, though very deafening, but beautiful to her.

“Der,” call Daren.

“Hmm.”

“Where is Mother?”

“Her temperature has gone down. Mother had also taken the medicine earlier, she really wanted to recover quickly because her favorite daughter-in-law was also worried about her condition,” said Dera half-sniffed. Makes Daren chuckle.

“I'm worried, afraid something will happen to him.”

“Ya, I know.”

“Hmm. Der,” call Daren again.

“What else, anyway, Om?” He didn't put in the martabak pieces, because Daren kept bothering him.

“Wouldn't you continue with Mom's boutique business? No, it wasn't my intention to incite you to take over the boutique. It's just that, considering the health of Mother who is now declining, I pity that Mother must be tired of taking care of boutiques as well,” said Daren at length. Dera was silent, listening to all Daren's words.

“I'm just worried about Mom, Der. You don't think no-no, huh?” Daren's very worried.

“Still. Truly Mother's favorite daughter-in-law,” chirped Dera. Again Daren responded with an oddity.

“Later I tried to talk to Mom. You see, Mom is stubborn, definitely not ngizinin because I have become a wife.

“Let me help you talk. Anyway, I'm fine if you also have to take care of the boutique. I'm not a kid, Der. You should know that. I can take care of myself, now the most important thing is the health of the mother,” explained Daren.

For the first time, Dera was happy because someone was paying attention to the health of the mother. Daren looked sincere when saying that, making Dera flutter her smile.

“Once again thanks.”

“It should be, because your mother is also my mother.”

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