The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
The Scream In The Morning

Dinner was passed by a pair of newlyweds in silence, only the sound of flatware clanking with plates alone. Shaka is so voraciously enjoying his favorite cuisine made by his wife while Zahira looks moody and uninspired. Even so, he still finished the food that had been cooked by him.

"Ra, I've noticed you've been quiet ever since. What problem do you have? Tell me all your complaints, who knows I can help," Shaka said on the sidelines of his meal on the table.

"Nothing" Zahira replied briefly. The girl needs time to be able to treat her heart that Shaka has hurt.

"If there's none, then why shut up. Did I do anything wrong to silence me?" urged Shaka, keep trying to find out the cause of Zahira speechless.

Zahira grabbed a glass of water on the table, then gulped it down to nothing. "I'm just too tired and want to rest" denied the girl. Doesn't want Shaka to know that she's actually disappointed and hurt by her husband's attitude. Let her keep and bear the pain without telling anyone, including the man she loves.

Dinner just passed. After Shaka finished all the food, Zahira washed the dirty dishes and cleaned the kitchen assisted by her husband. As long as there is no domestic assistant then the affairs of homework will be shouldered together.

However, Shaka was not aware that his presence in the room even more to make Zahira's heart torn as if pierced by a knife tajau stab to the bone marrow. Heartache and disappointment continue to linger in the chest. It doesn't feel easy for the girl to go through a housewife like this. However, he could not retreat and give up just like that because the rice had become porridge. Shaka's early rejection was a consequence the girl had to accept if she was willing to become a surrogate bride for her best friend.

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Zahira awoke from her long sleep as the call of Azaan reverberated. His lentic eyelashes moved slowly, followed by eyelids that slowly opened. The first time that the girl felt when she opened her eyes was that her head felt so painful from the night crying over her unlucky fate.

"Aargha! My head hurts so much. This must have been because last night was too washed away in grief that I could not control myself, continued to cry after getting rejection from Shaka." Giving a gentle massage to the temples and the area around the head, hoping that the pain that is felt soon disappears.

Zahira glanced at the wall clock that was above the nightstand. The short needle on the wall clock also shows at five in the morning. "I'd better clean myself up. After that, prepare breakfast for Shaka. Don't let him go to work without breakfast first."

Just like the day before, Zahira carries out her duties as a wife. Although she was rejected outright by Shaka, she kept up her duties and obligations well, serving her husband without complaining in the least.

"Maybe Shaka is still sleeping. I'd better come back later." Just as Zahira was about to step foot into the kitchen, the girl's gaze saw the door of Shaka's room slightly open. Finally, he pushed the door wide open. Unfortunately, Shaka was not in the room.

"Saka? Shaka?" The girl's voice sounded soft like a beautiful melody. At the cessation of the girl's voice, there was a gurgling sound of water faucets in the bathroom. "Ehm .. He must be in the shower. It's only right when I call not to answer."

Not wanting to waste too much time, Zahira rushed towards the wardrobe. Choosing the best shirt and suit from the many collections in the closet. Black long shirt complete with blazer, tie and pants material gray color deliberately beautiful doctor choose to wear the husband. Not to forget, he also chose black shoes to complete the appearance of his beloved husband.

"Done!" exclaim Zahira with a deep smile. Feeling satisfied finally being able to prepare work clothes for Shaka. "Hopefully he likes my choice."

Zahira was about to leave the main room in the apartment unit, but when she turned her back, Shaka just came out of the bathroom. The girl's gaze fell on the water droplets on her husband's neck, slid past the tight chest muscles then disappeared behind the towel covering the waist down.

The two look at each other. Later ....

"Yeah!" zahira and Shaka shouted almost simultaneously.

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