When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 4. Sharing Food

“Judes.”

The makeup tool in hand almost floated, Dera rubbed her chest patiently. He tried to forget the incident earlier and refocus rubbing make up on the face. When it was still fun, the door was knocked from the outside. Lazily Dera got up, then walked to approach the sturdy object that stood upright.

“What's up, Ver?” asked Dera while looking at Vera who was standing in front of her room.

“Tante asked me to make anterin this food,” Vera replied while offering a tray of food and drink.

“Kok, much, anyway?” dera protest.

Because the girl always eats with a small portion to maintain weight. However, the one Vera brought this time, was like wanting to feed two people.

“This is not for you alone, but Om Daren as well. Already there, take it in,” said Vera while thrusting a tray until inevitably Dera took it.

“Ngapain he used in love too, anyways later can take it yourself in daPur.”

“Dih, not that time either. Anyway, she, ‘kan, your husband,” said Vera.

“Suami replacement,” sahut Dera lazy.

“Stupid, ah. What matters husband.”

Vera left Dera. Every now and then the girl turned around, to mock her cousin. It was very desirable for Dera to throw the sandals she was wearing, but still had the soul of humanity. So, inevitably he must always be patient.

The tray containing the food that Vera had delivered earlier, Dera put it on the dresser. The girl was busy with her face. I don't know how many minutes, Daren hasn't come out of the bathroom. Dera who was already feeling very sultry, was annoyed at the man inside there.

“What is Om-om if the bath is long?” ask Dera to herself. Sometimes he let out a small sigh, because the door did not open.

“If you know this, I will not give him a ride,” grumbled Dera.

Not long after that, the bathroom door opened. Daren came out fully dressed, his face looked fresh. In his hand was the dirty clothes he was wearing.

“You take a shower or sleep?” ask Dera ketus.

“Mandi,” Daren replied casually.

“Mandi during that? Why time!”

“Regularly, sih.”

“Iya, anyway. Om-om, ‘kan, we are ordinary so,” said Dera. Before he walked into the bathroom, he stared at Daren.

**

Dera still could not believe that she was now a wife. The marriage she dreamed of, has now become a reality. Unfortunately, the head of the household, not the figure he craved. In fact, their lifespan was so far adrift. However, the mother always reassured him, that age is not the benchmark of a marriage.

“Why is the plate one? I'm hungry too.” After a long silence, Daren opened his voice first.

The man's gaze went from the tray to Dera's face, while the wife just put her shoulders together, indifferent.

“Only the same as walled lizard,” sahut Dera.

“Oh, alright.”

Dera thought the man was actually going to ask the lizard, not to let Daren go to pick up the dishes in the kitchen. Dera sighed, before Daren drank this water, he drank it first.

Daren again brought a plate with a spoon, not forgetting that the man took a drink for himself. When going to divide food, Daren is confused because he does not know the portion of Dera. He was just afraid that the girl's belongings were too much.

“I eat a little portion,” said Dera. Daren nodded, understood.

This afternoon sharing food, I don't know what else Dera should share after this. It still feels awkward, being on one roof even a room with a man she doesn't know. In the past, Pandu had said he would introduce him to his uncle, but not because of Dera's busyness. Although Daren also still had a handsome face, still, Dera was not able to get used to it. Especially considering the age of both.

“I can sleep?” daren asked after returning from putting the dishes in the kitchen.

Dera. His eyes repeatedly blinked, ensuring that what Daren said was true.

“Numpang? In my room?” ask the girl, of course, with a confused face.

“Hah?”

“Iya, Dera. There's no way I'm hitching a ride in Mom's room,” press Daren.

Looking at the entire room, there was only one bed. Although it was enough for two people, but Dera did not want Daren to sleep there. Just imagine it, he was already horrified.

“Don't sleep on my bed!”

“Terus?” Next to Daren's eyebrows raised. Honestly, he was getting handsome even though his age was also growing.

“Yes, on the couch, so,” chirps Dera.

“My body will get sick,” said Daren.

“Terden! Bottom line, don't sleep on my bed!”

Dera moved out of the room. Linger with Daren, it's not safe for his heart. There were many things he thought about, especially about rights. Dera was afraid that Daren would ask for it today as well, really he would not be able to give.

It turned out that in the living room was deserted, the decorations were no longer there. Dera chose to sit on the sofa, his hands moved to take the remote to watch the soap opera on TV.

“Loh, newlyweds, really, is outside?” Vera came from the kitchen, dropping her ass right next to Dera.

“Apaan, hell, you!”

“Kok, angry? ‘Kan, really, newlyweds,” chirps Vera while laughing.

Exhaling violently, Dera replied, “Still not believing, that om-om is my husband.”

“Huff. Accept what it is, Der. Although I actually still do not believe.”

“Tuh, ‘kan, same.”

“What do you want? Are you still thinking about Pandu? Not that you yourself said, that Pandu is not a good person. So, you should not have to think about that, because it will hurt you,” said Vera.

“It's not easy to forget and accept new people, Ver. I need time.” Dera looked down with a sad face.

“Dera, spirit. I'm sure you can.” Vera clenched her hands, giving spirit to the cousin she loved the most.

“Thank you for always supporting me.”

“Sama-sama.”

The two then returned busy watching TV while snacking on glass eggs that Vera brought from the kitchen. Sometimes their laughter is heard, when there is a comedy scene.

Seeing that, Hamidah felt a little relieved. At least the princess did not continue to moody, although she knew, it was just an outward image, not with Dera's heart. Hamidah hopes Daren can heal Dera's heart and try to be a good husband. Given the attitude of his daughter has not fully accepted this marriage.

Daren, who was in the room, felt pain because he had to sleep with his legs bent. Because, the sofa in Dera's room is not as long as his body. As a result, the man sat back down, staring at Dera's mattress with the desire to lie there. If only he was brave, had already forgotten the prohibition of Dera and slept comfortably on the easy red mattress.

Not knowing what to do, Daren opts out of the room. His intention was to find Dera, asking for permission to rest for a while on the girl's bed. Seeing the wife in the living room, Daren approached her.

“Eh, there is Om Daren,” chirps Vera for first seeing Daren.

Dera turned his head, putting on a flat face.

“Can you sleep in your bed? My body hurts all, because the sofa in the room is not as long as my body,” permission Daren, staring at old Dera.

The master glared, while Vera opened her eyes repeatedly because she did not believe in her cousin's drama.

“This means what, Der?”

“Hush, little boy silent!”