When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 6. Call to Move

When he woke up in the morning, there was no drama of hugging because the woman was cold and the man took the initiative to provide warmth. Actually last night Daren wanted to move, but considering Dera would definitely be angry. He restrained his desire.

Daren woke up first, seeing Dera still asleep, he smiled. Very funny his wife, just imagine, who initially slept with a beautiful position is now ruffled with the head moved down and the feet above near the head of the bed.

Long enjoying his wife's face, Daren wakes up to clean up. Because there was no change of clothes, he put the clothes back on. Outside, Dera had just woken up. His consciousness had not yet fully gathered. Looking around, Dera's eyes caught the place to sleep Daren was tidy. Then, he compared it to his bed, Dera grimaced in embarrassment.

“Om-om but diligent,” praise Dera. He immediately got up and made the bed.

Not to forget too, the girl swept the floor of the room. Opening the curtains, for sunlight to enter his room. Just turning around, Dera was startled by the figure of Daren who had just come out of the bathroom. The handsome face looks fresh, his wet hair adds a maco effect to Daren. Dera immediately shook her head, shaking off the strange feeling in her heart.

“Ngapain geleng-geleng so?” ask Daren. Looking at Dera strangely.

“Ngak,” Reply Dera. He immediately ran into the bathroom.

Since there was indeed an important thing he wanted to say to Dera, Daren finally waited until the girl came out of the bathroom. It had been almost half an hour, but there had been no signs of Dera emerging from there. Makes Daren worried, afraid the girl even overslept.

Apparently in the bathroom, Dera was confused. Because, he did not bring a change of clothes, while his clothes were wet because he fell on the bathroom floor. Reject the girl at the door, hesitant to ask Daren for help, but if not, she will continue to be confined in this cold place.

After fighting with the heart, inevitably Dera must lower his ego. Opening the door a little, he poked his head. Dera dizzy looking for the whereabouts of Daren, until finally found the man on the sofa was playing mobile phone.

“Om,” call Dera with small voice. Didn't get an answer from Daren, because maybe the guy didn't hear.

Irritated, Dera took the initiative to call again. “Om!” This time his voice was a little loud.

Daren did not look back. Whether intentional or not. With a red face restraining emotions, Dera screamed loudly to the point that Daren was startled and dropped her phone.

“What's up? Why scream?” ask Daren to panic.

“Sini.” Dera waved her hand, asking Daren to come closer.

Without saying much, Daren complies. Going to the bathroom door, to hear what his wife was going to say. Seeing that Daren was approaching, Dera positioned her so that her body would not be visible from the outside. Over and over again, he exhaled a rough breath, trying to shake off the returning ego.

“Why you're still inside, come out if you want to talk. It is not polite to just take your head out,” said Daren.

“Ish, Om this does not really understand, anyway,” Dera's nag.

“Meanway? Please do not talk half-and-half, I do not understand more,” pinta Daren.

“Please get me a towel, because I forgot to bring a change of clothes. Fast, it's cold here,” said Dera. Daren gawked while scratching his non-itchy nape.

Seeing her husband's reaction so, Dera throbbed resentfully. His face was already red withstanding emotions, eager to be directly sprayed at Daren. However, the situation is not in favor of Dera. He needs to be fine, so Daren can get him a towel.

“What was that? Try repeating,” pinta Daren with a grin.

“Ck. Please get me a towel, Om Handsome,” said Dera repeated his wish. He had to smile sweetly.

“Towel only? No clothes?”

“Ngak. Just a towel.”

“Yakin?”

“Iya. Hurry up, I'm cold!” shout Dera.

“Hahaha, alright.”

Daren immediately went to get Dera's towel. The man opened Dera's wardrobe, looking for thick and warm materials there. However, Daren did not find him.

“Where did you put that towel?” daren asked with a slight shout, for Dera to hear.

“Near the closet, right, there's a hanger. Well, there!” reply Dera by shouting back.

“Oke.”

The man who was always flat-faced, closed the closet door. He moved aside, looking at the towel hanging there, just as Daren took it for Dera.

“Why should I get out? If you want to dress, yes, please,” replied Daren relaxed.

Dera glares. “Crazy. I'll look forward to it if it's still inside. Already, there out!”

“If I don't want to?”

“Om, please!”  Dera put on a face.

“Good. But quickly, there's something I want to talk to you about,” pinta Daren, go straight away.

After making sure Daren came out of the room, Dera immediately ran towards the wardrobe. He picked up a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. Dera's habit of wearing casual clothes. Finished wearing the clothes, Dera switched to the dressing table. Thin he put powder on his face, not forgetting also with lipblam, so that his lips do not pale.

“About Om Daren would like to say what, huh?” ask Dera to herself. Not wanting to continue to be curious, the girl finally chose to go out and look for Daren.

Fortunately he saw the man sitting with his mother and Vera in the living room. Without waiting for a long time, Dera immediately approached and sat down near Vera.

“Acile, newlyweds, seger very,” chirps Vera while laughing. She also got a laugh from her mother.

“Apaan, anyway, you. Little boy, pretentious, you know,” cynical Dera.

“Hehehe.”

Dera responded by rolling her lazy eyeball. Then, the girl turned to stare towards Daren who was also staring at him. Dera immediately glared, making Daren giggle amused.

“She said she wanted to talk,” rebuked Dera on Daren.

The man cleared his throat, to escape the nervousness. “Ah, yes. I forgot.”

“Quick. Want to talk what.”

“So, the intention is I want to invite you to move to my house today. Mother has also given permission, for me to take you away,” said Daren.

“What? The truth is, I don't want to!” reject Dera raw.

“Darling, you can't be so,” remember mom.

“But, Mom. Dera does not want to get out of this house, Dera does not want to separate from Mother,” said Dera.

Hamidah shook his head slowly, he moved to sit near Dera and immediately hugged his daughter.

“Nak, listen to Mom. When you are married, you are not the responsibility of your mother but your husband. And, naturally the wife does follow wherever her husband goes,” explained the mother. Gently rubbed Dera's back.

In his mother's arms, Dera cried. Shedding all the tears there, Dera was reluctant to take off a hug for a moment.

“If you love Mom, go with Daren,”.

“B-well, Mom,” replied Dera resignedly.

Daren smiled at the interaction of the two. Turns out he missed one thing, that Dera was so spoiled for her mother. What later, Dera will also be spoiled on him? Daren hit the head slowly, eliminating the question he thought was ridiculous.

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Ceileh, Om Daren want Mbak Dera spoiled, nih, ye😅

Om Daren waiting for his wife to take a shower. Very long, until bored😂

😟: Not doubel up, Thor? Occasional.

😂: No. Othornya want to ngedate first with the evil Mas Pandu.

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