The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
After Ijab Qabul

A gust of wind at night became the first greeting for a twenty-four-year-old girl when she first arrived in front of a modern, Middle Eastern-style two-story mansion. This house is already very striking from the outside, starting from the design of the entrance that is in the main part. On the side of the house also has many poles with the top of the typical emblem of the moon. A high window is installed on the side of the house which is usually only for air circulation only.

"For a while we'll stay first at Mama's house. Tomorrow or the day after that we move out of here. Coincidentally, I had already bought an apartment that was spacious enough to live in together. However, it is not as luxurious and grand as our parents' home. Even so, I hope you feel comfortable living there when we move in later," Shaka said as he and his wife stood at the main door.

Zahira was stunned to hear her husband's words. He looked up his head and looked at Shaka with eyes full of admiration and adoration. Not expecting that the man's attitude will remain soft as before even though now their relationship is not only limited to friends but also as a married couple.

"You just calm down. I'll be comfortable even if it's new to me." Mengulum a sweet smile on the corner of the lips. "Thank you, Shaka."

"It's night. We better get inside. You must be tired after almost a whole day standing by the invited guests." Zahira nodded and followed in her husband's footsteps.

Along the way there was no conversation accompanying their steps towards a room that would be occupied by a pair of newlyweds. The atmosphere still feels awkward because Shaka and Zahira still think that all this is just a dream.

The footsteps came to a halt when they arrived at the door of the light brown room. Still imprinted in Zahira's memory of the room at the very end of the building. In the room, he and his twin brothers often spend time with Shaka to do schoolwork until without feeling the sunlight has returned to the contest.

"Ehm ... You definitely don't feel alien to this room anymore, do you?" ask Shaka. "This room hasn't changed a bit, it's still the same as it was the last time you visited my parents' house."

"Come, comein!" take Shaka to Zahira.

Just entering the room, the smell of men also burst out. The fragrant woody perfume that gives the impression of masculine and soft, instantly tickles Zahira's sense of smell. A faint smile fell on her soft lips as she was happy because this time she came to the room not as a friend but as the wife of the man standing there. However, the smile soon faded as his eyeballs stared straight. Suddenly the girl's body froze as a large picture frame hung on the top wall of the bed.

Time stopped turning then and there. Zahira's body freezes with a heart rhythm that pumps faster than usual.

"Zahira, come on in! Why stay there!" reprimand Shaka when he realizes that Zahira is still standing in the doorway. "Rara, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine, Ka," Zahira replied as she continued to look at the photo ahead. Biting the lower lip tries to control itself so that the roar in the heart is not heard by anyone.

Feeling that something strange was happening to Zahira, Shaka followed where the girl was looking. How surprised he was when he found a pre-wedding photo taken a few days ago before the fateful incident happened to him.

Without saying much, Shaka immediately swung his legs and flipped the photo over. "Sorry, I haven't had time to ask the housekeeper to put this photo in the warehouse. Um .. If you don't mind let me hang it here first. Tomorrow morning just ask Mr. Herman and Mang Kosim to take him to the warehouse."

Of jealousy? Of course it is! Which wife is not hurt to see her husband's affection with other women. Even though the photo was taken before Shaka could justify himself in front of everyone, it still bore a deep wound on Zahira's heart. However, he cannot blame Shaka for this accident because the man thinks that Ziva is the bride. So no wonder if until now the photo is still on display in the lawyer's room.

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After taking her clothes, Zahira rushed into the bathroom to clean herself from sweat and dirt on the body. For almost an hour he spent in the bathroom to do treatment with the aim to look beautiful, attractive and of course fragrant when near Shaka.

"Shaka, I'm done showering. If you want to shower, take a shower. I've prepared the warm water." A pink tinge was painted on Zahira's face when she saw Shaka only wearing training pants covering the waist area down while the top was left plain. The girl swallowed the hard-earned saliva as her neutrals involuntarily looked at the beauty of the husband's body. His masculine muscles formed perfectly. The fine hairs make the man look more macho.

Shaka who was surfing in cyberspace averted his eyes when he heard the sweet voice of Zahira. Instantly he was stunned by the figure of a narrow-eyed girl standing in the bathroom doorway. Pajama suits short-sleeved peach color white polkadot motif looks contrast with the skin is pure white like cotton. Deep down, Shaka admires Zahira's perfection but will she love the girl while her love and heart have been given to a Ziva? I don't know, thinking about it all the more makes his head feel dizzy seven circumference.

"Shaka" called Zahira as she walked over to her husband. The right hand carries a clean towel that has been provided by the household assistant.

"Ah .. yes. I-I'm gonna take a shower now." Rushed up, then grabbed the towel that Zahira had brought.

Inside the bathroom Shaka keeps fighting with his own mind. One side of the man still loves Ziva and hopes that one day the lover returns like the words he had spoken a few days ago. However, on the other hand he did not want to hurt Zahira if it continues to ensnare the girl in a marriage relationship in which there is no love at all.

"I have to do something before it's too late. I hope Zahira can understand and accept my decision. All this I did for the common good" Shaka broke up after fondling what was best for him and his wife.

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