When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 5. Mother's Messages

The dinner this time was so stressful. The four people who were there, were silent to each other. Focus on food without anyone opening their voice. So did Dera, his mouth felt mute even though he just wanted to ask for water. As a result, he chose to endure thirst.

“Taste it good.” Daren spoke while smiling awkwardly. I don't know what the man meant, but who was caught in Dera's eyes, like wanting to melt the atmosphere.

“Thank you, Daren,” reply mom with smile. He looks happy, gets compliments from his new son-in-law.

“Sama-sama, Mom. But this is good truth,” said Daren again. Dera rolled her eyeballs, lazy.

Back silence. Vera only heard the short chat earlier without intending to come along. He remained focused on the half-fried rice, devouring with pleasure. Honestly, Hamidah's mother's cooking is indeed very good, Vera and Dera will never be willing to miss every meal at home.

Already spent two pitchers of fried rice, Daren grabbed a glass of water and downed to the toilet. The man intended to get up to put the plate in the sink, but Hamidah's mother refused.

“Let Dera only, Son. Do not bother to intervene like this,” forbid mother. Daren's not leaving.

“Kok, Dera, hell, Mom!” protest the girl.

“Kan, you are my wife. Yes, it is the duty of the wife, serve the husband well,” said the mother.

Dera could only exhale violently, rising from sitting with all the dirty dishes on the table to wash. The girl deliberately linger washing dishes, so as not to engage in conversation with mother and Daren. As for Daren, he was still confused to want to start the conversation well. His intention to bring Dera moved, not yet able to be thrown.

“Sorry, yes, if your child is so. He does judge, but actually Dera is good, kok,” explained mom.

“No problem, Mom. I understand, kok.” Daren smiled, so that mother believes he is not a problem with Dera's attitude. Although, sometimes upset.

“Mother is very grateful, because the one who became Dera's husband is you. If only Pandu, I could not guarantee the happiness of Dera,” shrewd mother Hamidah.

Daren still keeps smiling knots. “Mother, who guarantees Dera's happiness is God. While this Daren, only the intermediary. Daren knows what to do and what to do. I pray for you, may we always be okay,” said Daren.

Hearing that, Hamidah wanted to cry while hugging Daren. At first she was distrustful and fearful because her daughter was married to an older man, rather than Dera. In fact now, Hamidah is very grateful for getting a daughter-in-law like Daren.

“Ekhem.” Daren. “Actually I want to ask permission on Mom, to bring Dera to move to my house.”

“When, Nak?” ask Hamidah.

“The plan is tomorrow, Mom. But, if indeed Mother still wants to be with Dera, I can postpone the day,” said Daren.

“No need! Right now, Dera is your responsibility. If that is your intention, I agree. Because all this is best for you, so you can be more independent again.”

“Thank God if you don't mind.” Daren smile.

“Instead Mother is very happy. Mother's message is only one, when you have problems later, solve it in a good way. Every household has a misunderstanding. I hope, you can both grow up when it happens later,” mother's message. “And one more, please take care of the princess only wayang Ibu as well as you can. Because, if you hurt Dera, then you hurt Mom too, son.”

“Good, Mother, Daren will always remember that message,” replied Daren steady.

Hamidah patted Daren's shoulder before leaving. As for Vera, the girl had already entered the room since there was a lecture assignment. Finished washing all the dishes, Dera returned to the dining table. All the vegetables on the table, have been tidied up, even the table was back kinclong.

Precisely what he found was Daren, the man was still sitting comfortably. Highlight the eagle's eyes, fixed on Dera who was standing near the table.

“Why is it still here?” dera asked with one of her eyebrows deliberately raised.

“Then where should I go?” Daren asked back, raising his eyebrows.

Dera immediately threw away his face, lazy to see the rancid face of Daren's. Apparently, the man could tease himself as well.

“Yes, in room. Kan, not possible in the attic,” cynical Dera.

“Whose room, Dera? Your room?”

“Ngak, lah. Very nice!”

Both are silent. Every now and then Dera scratched her non-itchy head. If you do not sleep in her room, then the man with the status of her husband sleeps where. In this house, there are only three rooms. All rooms have their owners.

“Om can sleep in cold place?” ask Dera.

“Om?” Daren stared in disbelief. What kind of call is that? Does any husband and wife have such a calling?

“But you can call with another call,” deny Daren.

“What? A brother? Or Mas? No match!” Dera laughed after speaking.

“Ya, it's up to you.” Daren threw his face away, as if annoyed at Dera. But the girl was a fool, and again urged Daren with questions.

“Jawab. Can sleep in a cold place, right?”

“Why? You told me to sleep on the floor?” sahut Daren's.

“If you don't want to, yes, already. Om can sleep in the living room only.”

Dera intends to leave, but his hand is gripped by Daren. The man was already standing, the sight of the two of them meeting each other. However, Dera broke eye contact.

“I want to sleep on the floor, as long as it's in your room,” Daren said.

“Cih.”

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Dera had already prepared a place for Daren to sleep, the carpet he covered again with a blanket. Then the girl took a new pillow and blanket, to give to Daren.

“Do you think like this, the first night of the newlyweds?”

Dera's movement, which was putting on the sheets, stopped hearing Daren's words. The girl's eyes glared sharply, at the man who was now also staring at her.

“Continue? How to?” asked Dera while raising her eyebrows.

“You, ‘kan, know that I am a widower. I will definitely be min—“

“Sts, quiet! Or I throw Om out, let's sleep outside,” said Dera. Cutting Daren's speech.

“Good.”

Daren finally chose to lay his body on the carpet that had been covered with blankets. Not to forget, he also covered his body from top to neck with a blanket given by Dera. Deliberately Daren sleeps tilted towards the bed, in order to see Dera's face while sleeping. Unfortunately the girl turned around, turning her back.

“Awas aja, if anything!” dera Ancam. Daren chuckled small.

“You scared?” ask the man lightly.

Of course, that made Dera immediately turn her back because she felt underestimated.

“Who? Me? Hahaha, don't!”

“Yakin?” Daren raises her eyebrows, seduces Dera.

“Already, sleeping!”

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While this, Mbak Dera with his face judes.