The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Die Me!

In the evening, Shaka was forced to return home late because he was asked by Rio to accompany him to meet one of the clients who live in the city of Bandung. He said while visiting relatives on the part of his grandfather who still had something to do with the Adiguna family.

"Thank you, Ka, you want to go to Bandung." Rio and Shaka have just arrived in Jakarta at seven p.m. They were sent by both drivers to a pre-determined location.

Shaka grabbed two white plastic bags placed in the trunk of the car. "Don't hesitate, Pa. Next time, if Papa wants to meet with clients outside the city ask me to nemenin so that Mama is not jealous. If there's Mrs Cecil, there's even a fight." Twenty-five-year-old man closes back the trunk of Rio's car. "I don't want Mama to turn into a creepy female."

Rio chuckled softly at the expression of his youngest son. "If you're jealous, it means your mama loves Papa, son. Understandably, a handsome guy like Papa there is only one in this world. The limited edition."

The tall-looking handsome man clucked in annoyance and twisted a lazy eyeball. "Narcissus!" said it. The relationship between father and son is well established so do not be surprised if they look so close as a friend. "Udah ah, I want to go up first. It's so weird that Rara and Dedek are babies."

Rio gently patted Shaka's shoulder as his baby with his beloved wife kissed the back of his hand. "Greetings to Rara. Apologize Papa for not stopping by."

Shaka's thumb and index finger form the letter O. "Ready, I'll tell you later. If so, I'll go up first, Pa. Assalamu a'laikum."

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Rio immediately closed the car window. "Road, Sir!"

With long steps while carrying two plastic bags in his right and left hands, Shaka enters the apartment unit he lives in with his beloved wife. Actually the apartment unit is the residence that Shaka and Ziva chose to live together after marriage later. All furniture, kitchen furniture and all kinds of decorations there is a choice of Ziva. But unfortunately, the dream of building a household ran aground when one of them betrayed.

Shaka intends to buy a new residence that will be occupied with Zahira and their children later, but he is waiting for the right moment to surprise his beloved wife. Ehm .. maybe when Zahira has his 25th birthday, a new residential key for them will be given Shaka.

Without the need to press the bell, Shaka can go directly into his apartment unit. Strolling around intending to give a little surprise for the wife.

"Surprise!" shaka exclaimed as he lifted two plastic bags into the air. His face was as soft as he saw the woman who had stolen his heart was wrestling with the cookware. Although it looks tired, but the face always exudes its charm and it makes Shaka more crazy.

Zahira published a friendly smile. His hand that was holding the spatula was now empty. "Budhe, please continue. I'd like to accompany Shaka first. If all the food is ripe, arrange it at the dinner table and set it aside for Budhe himself." Then the woman approached her husband. "Where are you from, honey, how come you've just come home?"

Zahira grabbed her husband's briefcase, then kissed the back of Shaka's hand. The obligatory routine he did before and after Shaka worked.

"I'm sorry, honey. Last afternoon, suddenly Papa asked me to meet a client in Bandung. Usually, Ms. Cecil is always on standby to accompany, but due to its location outside the city and Papa does not want Mama jealous I finally come along. You know for yourself how my mother, if she is upset, Papa can be told to sleep in the guest room and fast for a week. Can do his business if it reaches fasting. Which has some neglected business." Shaka explains why he came home late.

Shaka did not give any news to Zahira at all because throughout the journey he was busy by a myriad of jobs that require him to focus so that his concentration does not fade.

Now the couple was in the room, leaving Budhe Erna alone.

Shaka took off the buttons of the shirt attached to his burly, athletic body to a basket of dirty clothes. When the white sheet of cloth came loose and lay down there, Zahira could see clearly how to tease him. The six muscles in her husband's abdomen looked so seductive, not to mention the biceps muscles in the arms were perfectly weaved with tensed veins there as if waving at her to be touched immediately.

In Zahira's heart he admires how macho Shaka is when the man is chest-shopping. The fine hairs around the chest, jaw and arms add to the masculine impression.

However, the admiration had to stop when Zahira's eyes saw a piece of dirty clothes in the basket was not the shirt Shaka wore before the man left for work.

"Wait!" sergeant Zahira before Shaka's left foot goes into the bathroom. Suddenly Shaka's movement stopped hearing the wife's loud voice.

Reversing the body until their positions face each other. "What's up, honey? Why did you stop me?" ask Shaka. Her pair of beautiful eyes were squinting sharply.

Seeing the pink hue left on Zahira's face, her brain immediately traveled. Could it be that Zahira wants them to make out under the air shower? Or making love in a bathtub like they were on their honeymoon in Japan?

The corner of Shaka's lips was drawn upwards imagining the scene that would happen if they were in the bathroom. "Would you like to take a shower with me, huh?" his god raised both eyebrows.

"Basic bawdy!" Zahira pinched Shaka's stomach until the man grimaced in pain. It does not feel so painful, but it is enough to make the fur of his horse goosebumps instantly. Blood flow ripples as the delicate, soft fingers touch the surface of the skin.

"If you don't want to take a shower, then why did you stop me? You need anything? If so, wait for me to clean my body for a while." Hope and wishful thinking of making love under the gurgling water just vanished.

Zahira circled around Shaka's body, looking at her husband fixedly. "Look, that was when you went to the office wearing a navy blue shirt and why is it turning white now? Did your clothes get stained at lunch?"

Die me!

Shaka smiled stiffly. Next to his hand rubbed his neck. Should he tell Zahira this morning? Usually pregnant women are more sensitive, afraid to tell the truth whether what will happen to both of them.

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