The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Should I Let it go?

"Here hug!" Shaka spread out his hands asking Zahira to get closer to him who was leaning his back on the headboard of the bed.

After celebrating Shaka's birthday, the couple rushed home to the apartment. There are many things that Shaka wants to do with his beloved wife as a form of expression of gratitude because Zahira has given a most beautiful gift of all time. A gift that is very valuable and cannot be measured with rupiah.

With a smile on her face, Zahira threw herself into her husband's arms.

"Thank you, yeah, honey, for giving me the most beautiful gift of my life. Really, I don't know what to reply with as a form of expression of my gratitude for you being willing to conceive my son." Shaka said as he rubbed his wife's arm, occasionally landing a loving kiss on the top of Zahira's head.

An indescribable feeling surfaced in Shaka's heart when he heard the news of Zahira's pregnancy. He'll soon be a father.

Before marrying Zahira, Shaka had dreamed of building a harmonious household with his beloved wife. Having cute and adorable kids is the biggest dream of her life. However, he did not expect that the woman who would realize his dream was Zahira, not Ziva. However, Shaka is very grateful to have left his seeds to the right woman.

"Oh, Honey. Why have you always thanked me?" lamented Zahira was bored because Shaka had said the same sentence. I do not know how many words 'thank you' said on the lips of the husband.

"As a wife, of course I'm willing to carry your child." Zahira looked up his head until the two of them looked at each other. Their position is so close that the woman can feel a gust of heat sourced from Shaka's life. "So please don't say thank you again. I sincerely make this my stomach as the abode of our children for nine months."

Melted already Shaka's heart heard Zahira's words. He is increasingly in love with a beautiful woman who is none other than his best friend and wife.

Shaka lowered his hand, then rubbed Zahira's stomach very carefully as if it was an antique worth billions of dollars.

"Darling, Papa was so happy because you finally came to Mama's stomach. I promise I'll take good care of you and Mama." Shaka invites chat prospective children in the womb Zahira. Although he knew the age of the womb was still too small and no soul was blown into the fetus, but the handsome, Middle Eastern-faced man does not care and will make the routine a mandatory activity before going to bed.

Zahira changes her position, releasing her body from Shaka's embrace. A beautiful woman whose face resembled that of a mandarin artist named Zhao Lusi threw herself beside her husband and tilted her body to face her husband.

"Why is my face so tight? Something wrong, hem?" shaka asked as Zahira stared at him intensely.

"Nothing's wrong, really. Only I still can't believe that we're married now and there's even a child between us soon. I used to be very pessimistic, seems not sure if I can live with you. Let alone get pregnant reaching for your love it is difficult especially to remember how you treated Ziva first. You're willing to be the center of everyone's spectacle to get that woman."

Hearing those words, Shaka seemed to get a loud slap. He used to be a fool for not being able to tell the difference between love and obsession. As a result of his ego, he had to lose Zahira and the friendship between them stretched.

Shaka wrapped his arms hugging Zahira back even tighter than before. "I'm sorry that I was so blinded by Ziva's charm that I didn't realize that the woman I love is you. I was really stupid then. I'm sorry, dear."

Zahira chuckles. "Udah ah, don't talk about the past. It is important that we both have each other now. You're for me, I'm for you."

"I love you, Zahira. Very ... love you very much." Shaka's muscular arms hugged tighter. He scratched Zahira's head and kissed her at the same time. "Thank you for giving me a second chance. I promise you, I will never leave you and our children."

Zahira's hands stretched forward, cupping Shaka's face. Then kiss her husband's lips lovingly as if to say that he also loves the man.

Sontak Zahira giggled amusedly made. "Bby dong. Time yes, no. Touch me all you want. But remember, slow down. I don't want them to be surprised to feel the local earthquake sourced from Mama and Papa."

They laughed off. Looking back at each other with happy breaths. Then, Shaka began to fondle Zahira by kissing the wife's ranum lips.

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Elsewhere, Ziva brooded in annoyance and threw all the beauty products on the dresser to scatter on the floor. The woman was furious because for the first time there was someone who dared to threaten her.

"Shoppers! You old woman! How dare he threaten me! Opposing the rich would be oppressing the hard people!" sulk Ziva, vent his frustration. Not enough to make the chest filled with anger subside, he grabbed a vase of flowers on the nightstand and then slammed it. Making things made of glass that broke scattered on the floor.

Ziva's personal assistant immediately walked half a run when he heard the noise coming from his best friend's room. "Good, Ziva! What the hell happened to you?" yelled Anya with glaring eyes. His eyeballs almost glided when he found his best friend's room a mess like a ship breaking.

Anya stepped very carefully, avoiding the broken glass scattered on the floor. "Va, what's wrong with you? Why are you so angry, hem? Tell me what makes you like this!" A pair of beautiful and clear eyes scanned the room space which looked extremely messy.

A reddened face restrained the anger. Flower chest deflated, the roar of hunting breath and teeth cluttered. "It's all because of Grandma's magic! He dared to threaten me and said he would ruin my career if I didn't stop interrupting Shaka and Zahira's household."

Anya knitted her eyebrows. "You mean, Aunt Rini?"

Hearing the name Rini called increasingly make Ziva emotional. The foot kicked a nearby trash can until it slammed a few meters in front of it. "Don't say that name again in front of me!" screech the woman.

I heard a rough breath. "Well, I won't say his name again." Anya grabbed Ziva by the hand and led him to sit on the edge of the bed. "I don't know for sure what Aunt Rini told you. However, my suggestion is that you should stop your madness to take Shaka back. The man belonged to another woman. So you better let him go and try to find another man. I'm sure you can get a replacement for Shaka who is much more everything than him."

Ziva looked at Anya. "Release? How could I have let Shaka go so easily. I love him, Anya, you know that, right?"

"I knew. But seizing what already belongs to someone else is not a commendable act" Anya tweeted. "Well, imagine if you were Zahira and another woman tried to take your husband, would you let him go so easily? The answer must be no, right? You will not be willing if what is yours is captured by another woman. That's how Zahira feels. So it's only natural that your former mother-in-law would threaten you and ask you to step down, no longer disturbing Shaka's household because she doesn't want to see her child's household destroyed."

Anya sat next to Ziva, looking straight ahead. "Your image has started to improve in the public eye, many people want to use you as their model. If you are determined to be the third person in the Shaka household and your reputation is destroyed again, how? Do you want your future to be ruined? Are you willing to destroy your own dreams for the sake of someone's husband? I can't force you to not love Shaka, but taking what belongs to someone else is not good. There will be karma that you take if you seize something that does not belong to you. Catch that!"

Without giving Ziva a chance to say, Anya got up from her seat. "Think well of my words. Don't let yourself regret it later!"

Ziva stared at Anya's back nanar that was getting longer and longer from view. "Is it time for me to release Shaka for Zahira? But if I let him go, will there be a man as good and sincere as Shaka?"

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