The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
I'm sorry, Hanna!

"What are you doing here? You ...."

Not long after Hanna finished her words, the man's hand had already pulled her towards the car that stopped not far from them.

"Lake in!" tell the man without dispute.

Hanna who was ready to open her mouth and protest for a moment when she saw the glare of sharp eyes like an eagle staring at its prey. Cold air increasingly hit the surface of the skin to make the woman was forced to obey orders ... Nizams.

"Where's your address? Let me just drop it. Rather than waiting for a taxi that you had time to run out just to wait." Nizam turned on the engine of his vehicle, then glanced at the front rearview mirror. After making sure there were no other vehicles behind, then he drove his four-wheeled vehicle.

Both of Hanna's hands were folded in front of her chest in a tight tone she replied, "Just waiting thirty minutes to an hour for me doesn't matter. Not worth the time I spent to melt the heart of someone who apparently loved another woman, a woman who was consecrated as the wife of a man."

The words successfully made Nizam stunned, not expecting the woman next to him to say so. Inwardly said, Is that the wound he inflicted on Hanna's heart that the woman who was famously friendly to everyone turned into a jutek, heartless woman in the least? Unknowingly, the sturdy burly hand clothes gripped the car steering firmly.

Breathe deeply, then exhale slowly. Nizam tried not to be provoked by the emotion of hearing the words in a satirical tone. "If you don't want to say, I'll take you to the hotel."

Hanna's reflexes turned to the side. "What do you want to the hotel? You ... want to fuck around, yeah?" The woman's eyeballs glared even barely falling down. "Don't doubt I ever put my heart on you, you can just as easily! I'm not a cheap woman you can wear."

Hanna's emotions boiled like water being cooked. The woman's face was flushed, her teeth cluttered as if she was holding back the anger within.

Suddenly Nizam stepped on the brake pedal and immediately the silver car his work during his time as a doctor stopped suddenly. Hanna's body came forward as a result of Nizam's actions. Luckily the woman had put on her seatbelt until her head did not hit the dashboard and injured her forehead.

"Ouch!" hanna screams when Nizam's car suddenly stops. "If drive carefully dong! I'm not married yet, I don't want to die young!"

Even more surprised, Nizam heard Hanna's words. "I just wanted to drive you home, no intention of harassing you, Doc. If Doctor Hanna doesn't answer my question how can I take you home" replied the man in a checkered white shirt. "Doctor Hanna just choose to give me your address or I'll take you to the hotel?"

Hanna confirmed the position of her buttocks that had shifted slightly from the seat next to the steering wheel. "Morning Road, No 74, South Jakarta."

Forced Hanna to mention where she lived while in Jakarta rather than fight arguments and waste energy on something that is not useful.

Nizam and Hanna were silent throughout the journey. Music from one of the famous bands from Ireland, United Kingdom (UK) titled My Love accompanied their journey. Although the song has been released for a long time, it still sticks in the hearts of music lovers.

Hanna looked out the window while Nizam seemed to focus on the road ahead. Occasionally glanced at the beautiful woman next to him.

Actually, Nizam had wanted to apologize to Hanna for a long time, but she always avoided. Every time she passed, Hanna threw a glance in the other direction without any intention of reprimanding or giving a sweet smile to Nizam. For Hanna quite once she was injured and did not want her pride to be trampled back. It is enough to humble himself to pursue the love of a man who never appreciates it in the least.

"Why apologize, Doctor Nizam is not wrong at all. What the doctor said is all true. I was indeed a woman who did not know manners, entering the room without asking permission first. So it's natural that the doctor was angry because my behavior was not forgivable."

The words successfully made Nizam feel uncomfortable. His heart ached as if an invisible hand was reverberating it very tightly.

"But I still feel bad for you. At that time I didn't mean to scold you. Just--"

"Here you go, don't talk about it anymore! I don't want to talk about the past." Hanna interrupted Nizam's words before the man finished his words. Beautiful women in dress under the knee with short arms are reluctant to discuss the events that have occurred between them. He did not want the old wounds that were painstakingly treated now open again.

Shortly after, they arrived at their destination. Hanna removed the seat belt that was coiled around her body, then got out of the car in a hurry. However, he still has the ethics to say thank you to people who have done good to him.

"Thank you for driving me and sorry to bother you." Hanna nodded her head before leaving Nizam.

His body was like a model walking into the gate of a three-story building in South Jakarta. She has lived in Indekos for seven years with her college friends. Accustomed to living independently since the end of nineteen years makes a twenty-five-year-old woman decided to live in Jakarta, away from family and relatives.

As Hanna's body dissipates from view, silence approaches. His life felt empty as if not a single person was willing to accompany him.

"I'm sorry, Hanna, I'm really sorry that I've been rude to you" Nizam murmured as he stared at her. The man's eyes kept on one point ahead.

"Fucking doctor! Why would he be so kind as to take me home? Does he think that way my heart pain is lessened?" Hanna throws the bolster on the bed. He has now arrived in his room.

A 4×3-meter-long room with a set of beds, cabinets and study tables. Even the room also has a bathroom inside so that residents do not need to queue if they want to go to the bathroom.

"Even if he's taken me home and apologized, don't expect my attitude to be the same as before!" hanna.

His body felt tired plus stomach rumbling made Hanna immediately lay her body on the bed. "Doctor fucking Nizam!" the woman covered her face with a pillow.

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