The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Disarray

Seconds change, minutes change by minutes, approximately one hour before the sacred promise of Shaka and Ziva's wedding will be held soon. Looks like a handsome man with a sharp nose with a typical Middle Eastern face is preparing to wait in the room while counting down the time is getting closer. Continue to convince yourself that today will go well.

Large families from both sides wait in the hotel ballroom which has been transformed into a white garden with the concept of white garden. Beautiful decoration with cones and flower pots of matching color. So even with relatives, neighbors and some acquaintances from both families have been waiting in the waiting chair of the room.

The concept of marriage this time is different from usual. Where there will be only the groom sitting in front of the ruler as well as two witnesses from both sides. The newlyweds appear shortly after the groom utters the sacred vow of marriage endorsed by everyone present.

"Ka, how, you're ready yet?" rini said while standing behind Shaka's body. Glassy eyeballs because soon he will release his youngest child towards a wedding gate that is expected to occur once in a lifetime.

Shaka touched Rini's hand while looking at the beautiful face of her beloved mother. Mengulum smiled broadly to show dimples at both corners of the lips. "I'm ready. Pray yes, Ma, hopefully during the marriage contract I will not be nervous," asked the man sincerely, please do'a from the woman who has given birth to him into the world.

"Mama always prays for you and your two sisters. No day without respect for God, may you all always be healthy and live happily with loved ones." Unknowingly, the crystal grains slid down the cheeks. Tears are not tears of sadness but tears of happiness because soon beloved children will be married, build a family with loved ones.

Seeing Rini cry, Shaka could not bear it. Then, he got up from the chair and reached out with a hand rubbing the tears using the back of the index finger. "I promise, even though I am married, I will visit Mom and Dad. Every weekend we stay at Mama's."

Without many words, Rini immediately hugged Shaka's body and held her tightly as if she was afraid that her son would leave and would not return.

Hugs unravel when there is a knock on the door from the outside.

"Mas Shaka, it's time for the ballroom. Mr. Penghulu will soon arrive" said Helena, owner of WO.

"Yes. I'm out soon!" sahut Shaka's.

There were footsteps from the prospective bridegroom with a bandage of broken white color stepping valiantly into the ballroom where the marriage contract was held. In front there was already Rio, Indah and her family, Bagus and her family, Shakeela, Arumi and Rayyan smiling happily when she saw the young lawyer walking in the company of Rini next to her. While Zahira just bowed his face while squeezing fingers that are linked to each other, trying to strengthen the heart so that tears do not wet the cheeks.

Shaka smiled happily as he looked at the faces of the invited guests who were present also witnessed the pronunciation of the sacred pledge of marriage. He confidently clasped tightly onto the hand of the mama as if asking for strength to the middle-aged woman. It is undeniable that nervousness and anxiety continue to be present alternately accompanied by a heartbeat that beats so fast. However, he believed as long as there was Rini next to him then everything would be fine.

However, when Shaka came close to the seat reserved specifically for the two brides-in-charge of WO cried out in a loud voice and echoed in The Mandarin Suite Hotel. "Wine! The bride-to-be ran away!" The anxious roar was clearly painted on the face of the woman in white dress.

Suddenly, the atmosphere that had been quiet suddenly crowded. Some people started to whisper and some were still stunned in place.

Shaka who stood beside Rini rounded his eyes perfectly, still could not believe the news delivered by the assistant. Really, she was like hearing a thunderous roar during the day when Helena's assistant told her that Ziva was not in her room. He seemed to have fallen into a deep abyss.

"Shaka?" Rini shakes her son's shoulder. "Son, you-"

Uncompleted Rini spoke, Shaka had run headlong towards Helena's assistant. "What do you mean by talking like that? Don't make my show ruin with this lie of yours!" his spray glanced at the woman in a white dress.

Helena's assistant named Santi shook her head quickly. "For God's sake, Mom, I'm not lying! The bride-to-be is not in the room," said the woman seriously. "So, when I was about to pick up Mbak Ziva and ask him to wait in the next room, Mas Shaka's future wife was no longer in the makeup room. The room was empty, nobody. Even all the belongings of Ziva's mother who was in the locker had all been brought."

"How can it be lost? Wasn't my son-in-law there with you?" rini said that she also said Shaka.

Santi bowed his face, not daring to look at the pair of sad eyes that looked so tired. How not, one week ago Rini and Arumi were so busy making sure all the needs of Shaka's wedding were not missed. Sleep schedules are disrupted, minds drained and eating patterns irregular just for the sake of providing the perfect wedding party for your beloved child. However, it turns out that on the day of the imposition the bride actually ran away from nowhere.

"Told enough to wait, I finally asked Santi to pick up Ms. Ziva but it turned out that the room was empty and my assistant only found this lying on the table." Helena's fingers stretched out forward, thrusting a piece of white paper at Shaka.

Dear Shaka's.

Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. I had to leave our wedding. It's not that I don't love you just that right now I really want to focus on achieving the ideals I dream of. I hope you understand.

Warm regards from your beloved, Ziva.

"Shoppers! How dare he leave when the show is about to start!" In one squeeze, the white paper turns into a tangle. Shaka's face flushed red, both hands clenched tightly. The roar of breath hunts down with the chest of a deflated flower. Tucked into disappointment because Ziva prefers a career rather than marry him.

Rini glanced sharply at the couple who were none other than uncle and aunt Ziva from the father's side. Incidentally, Ziva is an orphan. Both of her parents died five years ago after the model completed her studies at High School.

"Pure Mother, I wait for an explanation from Mother," said Rini by emphasizing every sentence spoken. The woman's jaw is perfectly hardened. Hands clenched perfectly until they showed the nail books. Feeling humiliated by his iron candidate.

"I'm sorry, Miss Rini. I didn't know it would end up this way either." Purely, Ziva's father-in-law's sister bowed her face. He feels guilty for not succeeding in preventing Ziva from escaping abroad to achieve his goals.

Arumi and Indah rubbed Rini's back gently, trying to calm the woman down so as not to get emotional.

"Sister and Soni will look for Ziva in his house. Who knows if he's still there." Good trying to find a way out of the problem caused by Ziva. As the first boy, of course, he is responsible for solving existing problems.

Rio and Rayyan follow Ziva around the hotel, hoping the girl is still in the neighborhood. Rini assisted Arumi and Indah sitting in the invited guest chair, while Shaka was sitting limp on the edge of the stage.

Shaka rubbed a rough face. Getting angry? Of course, he was really angry because he felt dumped by a loved one. Already knew that Ziva would prefer a career but the man did not tighten the scrutiny until this incident occurred on his wedding day.

"Aargha! Goddamnit!" Shaka got up and kicked the invited guest chair until it bounced a few meters forward. The dead thing becomes an outlet for Shaka's anger. Feelings of shame, pain and disappointment are present at the same time.

Seeing Shaka rampage while shouting like a possessed person made Zahira could not stand it anymore. It should be a happy day for his best friend, everyone rejoices in the atmosphere. However, the wedding must turn gray when the bride leaves the sacred event that occurs once in a lifetime.

"Where are you going?" sergeant Shakeela when he saw Zahira stepping into the center of the hotel ballroom.

Walk confidently through several seats on the left right. The swift steps of high heels echoed in rhythm the roar of calm breath sourced from Zahira. A straight-forward look in the eyes, then replied, "Do what Big Brother should do, Deck."

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