When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 40. Ill

Daren's coming to pick up Dera. The man continued to develop his smile when he saw his wife approaching. Do not forget to give a brief kiss, after that invite Dera to get into the car.

The master was trying to be fine, although he was basically very limp, his mood was shattered due to the trouble earlier this afternoon. However, Dera does not want to make Daren suspicious.

“You hungry?” ask Daren. Glance at a glance and then refocus on the steering wheel.

“No. Better just go home, Mom. I'm very tired and want to shower soon,” pinta Dera.

“Good.”

As great as Dera hid it all, Daren could smell the awkwardness here. Dera's face was always smiling when she answered, but her eyes could not lie. Daren saw disappointment there.

Arriving at home, Dera immediately went into the room and put all the items she brought to the original place. After that, then Dera went to the bathroom to clean up once soaking for a while.

Daren himself chose to meet the in-laws in the kitchen, seeing the mother making food for dinner. Daren sat in the dining chair, picked up a glass and poured him a drink. He used up mineral water in one throat.

“Hungry, Son?” asked Hamidah when he saw Daren there.

“No, Mom. I was just thirsty, so to the kitchen,” replied Daren. Her sweet smile never faded when replying to the answers of those closest to her.

“Where is Dera? Why haven't you met Mom? Usually he always meets Mom first,” cerca Hamidah.

“Says he's tired, Mom. Therefore enter the room first to rest,” said Daren.

“Good. He must be very tired.”

Then, there was no more conversation between Hamidah and Daren. Both were busy with their heads. After being satisfied to wet the esophagus, Daren went to catch up with Dera.

“Have gone to sleep turned out. Rich’nya you are indeed very exhausted.” Daren sat on the edge of the bed, watching Dera's peaceful face while sleeping.

I don't know what the girl is hiding, Daren doesn't know. But clearly, he would not ask Dera because surely the wife would not tell. Daren smiled, as she got the idea she had been waiting for.

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“Huek.”

In a hurry, Dera went into the bathroom. He stood in front of the sink with his mouth constantly trying to spit out his entrails. Dera's head was dizzy, his body was limp and his stomach was as if being stirred.

“Huek.”

His strength was almost used up to spit out his stomach contents, but the only thing that came out was white liquid.

“You sick?” Daren came and directly massaged his wife's nape.

At first he was sleeping, but immediately woke up when he heard the sound of people vomiting. Looking to his side, Dera was not around, so Daren thought that the one who was vomiting was Dera.

“Come to the hospital,” invite Daren who directly got the gel from Dera.

“If more than that? I'm so worried about you, Der.” Daren gently stroked Dera's hair, making the master close his eyes.

“Not going, Mas. Maybe it just caught a cold because I forgot about lunch and dinner.” Dera tries to convince Daren, so that her husband doesn't ask her to go to the hospital.

 “You lied? When you called you said you had eaten, it was not.”

Daren's tone of voice was full of disappointment, making Dera feel guilty. His mouth could not be compromised, instead telling the man about lunch.

“It's not so, Mas. It's just me ...”

“Quick exit when finished. I will make you a warm drink,” said Daren who even like an order.

Dera nodded weakly. Come out after Daren's out. She knew her husband would be disappointed with her, but Dera could do nothing now. His body was too weak and his head was getting dizzy.

He pulled out a blanket to cover his body to the chest. Dera's eyes felt heavy, he was sleepy even though he slept fast last night.

“Drink first the warm tea, after that just eat this porridge,” pinta Daren who came carrying a tray containing a bowl of porridge and a glass of warm tea.

“My mouth is bitter, Mas. No appetite to swallow something,” complained Dera.

“At least drink this tea just a little, so that your stomach warm.”

“Good.” According to Dera, drink the warm tea little by little.

“Now try to eat the porridge.”

It seems useless that Dera refused, Daren kept pressing him to open his mouth and accept the porridge feed. It was bitter, because of Dera's bitter mouth.

“Udah, Mas. I think I want to puke.”

“Ya, already. Drink the tea again, after that just rest.”

A full day of Daren looking after Dera, helping his wife when she wants to vomit. He didn't go to work today, worrying about Dera being more domineering, making Daren want to stay by his side.

Dera is grateful, has a good Daren and is very attentive to him. The man was not disgusted when he vomited on the floor, instead deftly cleaning it.

When Dera asked why not be disgusted, Daren just answered, “My wife is sick. His stomach was stirred so he wanted to keep vomiting. And why should I be disgusted when my wife spits out her guts? Very strange if disgusted with sick people.”

And Dera immediately hugged Daren because she was moved.

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