When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 49. Won't Go

Daren has just finished making porridge and warm tea for Dera. Before bringing his homemade food to the room, the man first cleaned the kitchen. She didn't want to, the waitress who intervened because what messed up the kitchen was her.

Not messing up because Daren can't cook, he's not very good but he can. Messing up in a sense is, the traces of cooking the porridge were what he had to clean up. Even though one of the servants had already banned him, Daren remained steadfast in working on it.

After everything was clean and tidy, Daren went to the room with a tray of porridge and warm tea. Dera was still lying down when he entered, but quickly sat down.

“Why should Mas bother, anyway?” dera.

“Repot for wife. It's okay,” replied Daren.

Finding the porridge in a bowl, Dera immediately inhaled the aroma. Instantly he wanted to vomit.

“I don't want to eat porridge, Mas!” dera quick toilet.

“Why? It's delicious, loh. I was already cobain.”

“I don't want to! Anyway, Mas make me food, without saying first.” Dera's lips have advanced five inches. The pregnant woman sulked.

Daren sighed, bringing the bowl of porridge to the table that was in front of the TV. He only told me about warm tea, so that Dera drank it.

“Sorry, yes. Mas do not know if you do not want to eat porridge,” said Daren while wiping the top of Dera's head.

The woman nodded. “But later buy a sultry chicken, huh? You see I want to,” pinta Dera with a soft voice. He blinked his eyes.

“Iya. Why that blinking, you have sore eyes?”

“Mas, ish!”

“Hahaha. Sorry, Darling.”

The mood suddenly quiet. Dera and Daren are both busy with their respective minds. Dera looked down, her hands twisting each other under the blanket. He wants to tell her about Pandu's delivery to Daren, but Dera is afraid that the man will get angry.

“If anyone nods your mind, you can share it with me. Who knows I can give you a solution.” Daren open the sound. The man knew that Dera was having a lot of thoughts.

Dera. He still doubts.

“Honey,” call Daren. The big fingers of the man, already stroking gently both cheeks of Dera.

“I want to tell you something the same Mas. But promise, yes, Mas don't get angry,” said Dera while thrusting her little finger at the husband.

Seeing Dera's behavior, Daren chuckled.

“Mas!”

“Iya, Darling. Mas promise.” Finally Daren links her pinky with Dera.

Sipping, then exhaling. Dera did that three times before she told the story. Daren remained faithful waiting for his wife, his gaze never turned on the face that had always been his candlestick.

“Actually, it was fitting to go to lunch with Yana. I got a package from someone. At first I didn't know who the sender was, but when I opened it...” Dera purposely stopped her speech with a trembling body.

“You know who the sender is?”

“I can tell that it's Pandu, because the only one who knows I like bouquets is him. And again, he wrote those words using a paper that I liked as well. But, I never thought I would meet her in the park.” Dera lowered her head, enduring the turmoil that continued to flare up within the chest.

“What do you feel, after meeting with him?” ask Daren flat.

“Of course it hurts, Mas. He was like playing me,” replied Dera.

Seeing his wife crying again, Daren immediately brought her into his arms. He hugged her tightly, trying to give her calmness through his body.

“I hate him, Mas,” Ogre Dera.

“You love him,” reply Daren.

“Love? Mad mas! I hate her! He's a jerk who hurt my heart and mom!” dexterously. Dera's gaze turned sharply at Daren.

Daren let out a rough breath. “I see love in your eyes. Mouth can lie, but eyes do not.”

“Mas! You ...”

“I'll back off, if you still want it. I don't want to torture you with this wedding.”

The pregnant woman shook her head strongly. He got off the bed, walked backwards away from Daren. “You have the heart, Mas! After haunting me, you want to leave. You said you would try to make me love you too. Where, Mas! You lied!” dera screams with tears that can no longer be contained.

“Darling, that's not what I mean.”

“You disappointed me, Mom! After Pandu, you also want to leave me. Yes, ‘kan?”

“Honey, my explanation first. Please.” Daren tries to reach Dera's body, but the woman brushes him off.

Still with an increasingly heart-wrenching cry, Dera fell in the corner of the room. He sobbed, hiding his face between his knees.

“K-you .. wicked, Mas. Hiks.”

“Soyang, sorry. Not so, Mas.” Daren touched both of Dera's shaken shoulders.

At first Dera keeps pushing over, but Daren forces the woman into his arms. Kissed repeatedly his wife's sweet potato, Daren also shed tears.

 “Mas won't go, dear. Unless you ask for it yourself. Mas already promised, will continue to fight to get your heart.” Daren kissed Dera's wet eyes.

The master hugged more tightly, spilling all the tightness that hit the chest.

“Darling, love spout Mas, yes,” whispered Daren ended a brief kiss on Dera's ear.

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