The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Wedding Parties

Exactly fifteen minutes ago, Shaka had just made a sacred promise of marriage in front of the ruler, witnesses and some invited guests who deliberately came specifically to witness the sacred moment of the union of two human beings. Ziva-sang bride-to-be escapes in the minutes before the qabul ijab begins. But luckily there is Zahira who is willing to replace Ziva to be with the groom at the wedding so that the wedding can be held according to the previous plan.

A curly-haired man approached Zahira and Shaka who were sitting in the game. "Hello, Mas Shaka. I'm Ilham, the photographer in charge of photographing Mas and Mbak Z-" The voice of Ilham floated in the air as his net caught the figure of a foreign girl he had never seen before. The girl was different from what she had seen a few days ago when they were doing pre-wedding photos.

"Zahira. Call me, Rara," Zahira quickly.

Inspiration smiled stiffly. Staring curiously why the bride-to-be was replaced when the wedding was held. "Hello, Miss Zahira. It's nice to meet you. Sorry, if I don't recognize Ma'am because it's the first time we've met. I met with Mbak Ziva but today I met with Mbak Rara." The man hurriedly stopped his words when he saw Zahira round her lips without a sound while nodding her head.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Ilham. That's right, this is the first time we've met. Hope we work well together, ma'am." Zahira gave up a sweet smile in front of Ilham so that the man would not feel guilty. It is also not a mistake if the man accidentally mentions the name Ziva when he has officially become Shaka's wife.

"Oh yes, Ma'am and Mas, let's take a position. I will photograph your happy moments that occur once in a lifetime," added Ilham trying to change the subject.

Shaka and Zahira follow the orders of Ilham. Occasionally the man's hand is raised, giving the newlywed couple a code if it feels the resulting photo is less than satisfactory. It seems that the couple obeyed all the instructions of Ilham without much interrupting.

After posing in various styles, Ilham asked Shaka and Zahira to change the position where the two brides faced each other, the woman's hands touched the man's chest while the groom touched his wife's slender waist. The two eyebrows stick to each other.

Shaka was quite surprised when the surface of Zahira's skin touched the chest of the field wrapped in white. The girl's breath felt very cold and the scent of perfume hit her sense of smell. Somehow he became as nervous as dealing with his best friend from a close enough distance.

While Zahira did not know what to do as a pair of sharp brown irises stared at her beautiful and clear eyeballs. The eyes were so sharp that the body of the third child of a pair of great surgeons at Persada International Hospital seemed to forget how he was breathing.

However, Zahira's consciousness returned when she recalled how Shaka sumringah had looked when she expressed her heart to Ziva in front of everyone six years ago. Given the incident, the heart of a beautiful doctor feels pain like slashed a sharp knife that continues to tear until it is split into several parts.

Focus, Ra. Don't make the atmosphere even more tense with this change in your attitude! Remember, your original purpose in marrying Shaka was to protect her and her family from being so tilted that it would destroy Aunty Rini's good name.

Not wanting to be swept away and lulled by Shaka's charm, Zahira closed her eyes then tried to smile to cover up her nervousness. Understandably, this is the first experience of the beautiful close to the opposite sex in such a close distance. Moreover, the man before him was a man who had long been loved by him.

From the front row of seats, Rayyan saw clearly the motion and change of Zahira's facial water. The red face blushed like a fresh tomato and the sweet smile that continued to linger at the corner of the lips made the middle-aged man sigh deeply to get rid of the large chunk of stone that squeezed the chest.

Arumi who was sitting next to Rayyan gave a bitter smile. As a mother who was pregnant for eight months, gave birth and raised Triplet, of course she was not willing if her beloved child had to live in a prison called marriage. She wanted Zahira or her children to get married but not in this way. Replacing another woman to be a substitute bride from a man who is none other than his own best friend. However, seeing the determination of Zahira, he can only resign and pray for the best for his beloved child.

Gently rubbed Rayyan's shoulders lovingly and said, "Let Zahira bear all the consequences for the decision she made. We as parents can only pray that one day Shaka loves Zahira and forgets Ziva. Only God can turn a man's heart."

Rayyan glanced, then looked at the beautiful eyeballs of his beloved wife. "You're right, Babe. May they love each other as much as we do."

"Based on a stupid girl! No brain! How can he escape when the procession of ijab qabul will begin soon. I don't know why your niece is so stupid, Mom. Stay one step away from being the wife of a rich man, eh .. she instead went and preferred to be a model abroad. I really don't know how to profit!" pure Complaint, aunt Ziva. From earlier his lips were polished red lipstick burning ceaselessly mengedumel to make the husband's temples feel pain due to surprise of unexpected events.

Dahlan's hand touched the temple, then turned it slowly while giving a light massage hoping the pain would soon disappear. "Take it they're not a match, Ma. As hard as we persuade, if it turns out not a match yes difficult to put together. After all, wasn't Ziva's first priority right now a career? You're the one who kept urging my niece to accept Shaka's proposal. So, don't blame my niece if she finally chooses to leave on her wedding day."

Purely snorted annoyed. "I did it all for Ziva's sake, Mas. Shaka's family is rich, his wealth will not run out of seven derivatives. If Ziva is married to Shaka, he doesn't have to bother working. Stay sitting sweet, lying down, hanging out with friends then the money will come over."

Dahlan shook his head. Not out of thought with the mindset of the wife. "Alright, Ma. Don't make the mood worse! Keep quiet and enjoy the party quietly. My head's getting dizzy hearing you keep complaining."

"Om and nephew are both annoying!" pure Gumam.

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