When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 7. Madame Algra

Hamidah asked his daughter and son-in-law to leave after lunch. So, after finishing lunch together, Dera helped clean up the kitchen first. About clothes, Dera had been packing earlier with Vera. After this, they could just leave right away.

Daren is busy heating his car that was not used for two days, while waiting for Dera. The weather today is quite hot, the sun is above until the heat is so stinging.

Dera's house is in a medium-class complex, the yard of his house is not too wide. Overgrown with various trees such as, guava and mango. Daren himself was near the street of the complex, looking around at his car.

“Halo, Adek.”

While still busy with the car, a middle-aged woman greeted Daren. The man stared flatly, while the woman smiled faintly.

“Yes, Mom, what's up?” ask Daren.

“You, really, really handsome, anyway?” The woman asked back, if left out, maybe he was about forty-plus.

With a smile, the woman wanted to poke Daren's face, but soon the man was tepis. He just didn't want any misunderstandings to the Dera family.

“Sorry, I'm sorry,” said Daren wanted to go, but his hand was strangled.

“Kok, hurry, anyway. Get to know first. My name is Surti,” said the woman named Surti.

Because from the beginning was already feeling risi, as powerful as Daren trying to release the hand Surti who grasped his wrist. However, the more you want to be released, Surti is getting stronger. The woman smiled faintly as she blinked one eye.

Hamidah who had just come out and saw that, immediately ran over to his daughter-in-law. He growled angrily at Surti, who instantly made the guts of the woman twitch instantly.

“Please hands of my son-in-law!” geram Hamidah's.

Without a second thought, Surti let go. “Hehehe, accidentally earlier, Ma'am,” call Surti.

“Not intentionally, not intentionally. This was not on purpose, would you?” Hamidah clenched his hands, threatening Surti.

“Do not, Ma'am. My face is no longer beautiful.”

“Mending you home there, don't unsettle neighbor one complex. Ganged, new to know,” nagging Hamidah. Surti nodded, immediately leaving.

Daren was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, but it meant a while as her mother-in-law stared at her still with a fierce face. Daren grimaced while scratching his non-itchy nape.

“Surti is so, likes to tease people's husbands. All the mothers here, inflamed because of it,” said the mother.

“Sorry, yes, Mom. I don't know,” said Daren felt guilty.

“Lagian I don't blame you, really. That's Surti who needs to be taught a lesson.”

Despite having a soft soul, it turns out that behind it there is a fierce nature and judes also on the mother of Hamidah. True, the fruit fell not far from the tree. Dera also has that nature, Daren giggled little to remember it.

“Then Daren came in, yes, Mom,” said Daren.

“Iya. Looks like your wife has also finished berberes,” said Hamidah.

Directly Daren entered the house, he was immediately greeted by a look of horror by Dera. The girl was tracing her waist while glaring at him.

“So he said he wanted to help me get in my books, why is it still scattered in the room all?!” dera's tirade is still with a waistline.

After mom, Daren has to face his wife as well. The man scratched his nape while grinning innocently.

“I forgot,” reply Daren.

“Huff.” Dera let out a rough sigh, rising from before Daren.

Seeing that, of course Daren had to go after him. He didn't want Dera to sulk and they didn't leave. Arriving at the room, it turns out that Dera was sitting on the sofa. Straight away, Daren packed all of Dera's books into a bag.

“Tadi asked anything, the same, Mbak Surti?” Dera opened his voice, bringing Daren's activity to a standstill.

“Nothing, Mother was just acquainted,” replied Daren honestly.

“Oh.”

“Iya. Why?”

“Or are you jealous?” seductive Daren while blinking one eye.

Dera threw away a face while grieving. “Dih, geer!”

Daren's slow laughter rang out, the man refocused on composing the book as Dera went to the bathroom. All the items that his wife would bring, had already finished put in the suitcase and bag. As for him, he only brought two clothes yesterday. One shirt had gone into Dera's suitcase, while the other, she was wearing.

Upon Dera's return from the bathroom, Daren is invited to leave. Given the time it was about to start the afternoon. Fearfully, when they arrive later, they can not immediately berberes.

“Remember Mom's message, yes. You have to understand and understand each other. Dera also, do not judge-judes, can not,” mother's message. Dera nodded weakly.

She hugged the old mother, after which turned to Vera. The girl who was under Dera, crying because she was about to be left behind by her cousin. All this time, Vera had always been together with Dera, so it was only natural that there was a sense of unwillingness. However, Vera immediately let go of Dera's embrace, cupped the face and briefly peeked at Dera's cheek.

“Good to be a wife, don't be so angry. Entar is there, Om Daren ran away,” chirps Vera who immediately got a punch on his shoulder.

“Little boy pretentious!”

“Then, we say goodbye, yes, Bu.” Daren greets mom and Vera, alternating with Dera.

Before actually getting into the car, Dera waved her hand as a sign of farewell. Tears began to seep from both corners of the eye, but Dera immediately wiped because she did not want to make mother sad too. When he got in, Daren started the engine and the four-wheeled vehicle began to move up the complex road.

During the trip, there was no conversation between them. Everyone is busy with activity.  Every now and then Daren glanced at Dera, the girl leaning against the door while playing with a cell phone. His face still looked gloomy, instead of ugly, even adding to the cute impression.

“You stopped buying something?” ask Daren. Intentionally wanting to melt the atmosphere.

Dera immediately straightened his body and shook his head. “No. I just want to get home soon.”

“Alright, soon we will arrive,” said Daren.

Taking a journey of almost half an hour, Daren's car began to enter the complex area of the upper class. Which looks magnificent houses neatly lined up. Dera blinked her eyes repeatedly, not believing what she saw.

The car stopped in front of a towering, sturdy gate. Repeatedly Daren honked, so that the gate was immediately opened by the security guard. After it opened, the man immediately put his car into a wide courtyard with beautiful trees.

“Om, whose home is this?” asked Dera with a confused face.

“Ya, our home,” replied Daren while opening the car door.

The man helped the security guard get the stuff out. Dera, who is still confused, comes out and parallels Daren's steps.

“Our house? Is it not wrong?”

“Nggak Dera Calista's. This house is mine, but when married to you. This house has you too,” explained Daren anxious.

“But this is too big. I can't if I have to clean the whole room myself,” said Dera.

“You do not need to work, because here there is already a helper who will do everything. Just enjoy your days as Mrs Algra,” sahut Daren.

Dera throbs in annoyance, preceding Daren with a sullen face. “Jelasin all showing off. Basic Om-om!” shout Dera.

Daren just laughed a little at his wife's behavior.

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