The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
She ... My wife

The car drove at moderate speed, splitting the streets of the capital. By mutual agreement, Shaka picks up Zahira at the hospital and takes the girl to a cafe not too far from where the beautiful doctor works. Fifteen minutes have passed, there has been no conversation between a couple. Zahira who was sitting next to Shaka stared out the window. The girl looked exhausted, clearly visible from her slightly haggard face, while the young lawyer was so focused on driving his four-wheeled vehicle.

"Rara?" shaka broke the silence. "Are you so busy in the hospital that you look so exhausted?"

Zahira turned towards Shaka. There was a look of anxiety emanated in the man's eyes. Real, Zahira! Shaka worries about you as a friend, not as a wife. So, stop dreaming of high passes before falling and it feels like it will get sicker.

Smiling was forced to cover up his disappointment. "Morang, Ka. Today, I treat many emergency patients who need immediate help. My brain has to work quickly to give instructions to the care nurse while helping the patient get help."

Shaka glanced at the girl beside him. "If you can't do it anymore, stop working. I can still afford your needs and our household."

The words made Zahira's heart blossom. Thousands of butterflies fly from their stomachs. The girl's feelings warmed up when Shaka said the phrase 'our household.'

If only that love had grown in your heart, I might be the lucky girl to be your companion.

Taking a deep breath, holding it for a while, and then saying, "I can still carry out my duties as a doctor, Ka. Although my whole body feels tired, but I enjoy my work. There's a sense of happiness when I succeed in helping them."

The mangosteen shaka listened carefully. "Yes if that's your decision. I will not force my will. You are free to decide what you think is best. However, if you want to resign and focus on being a household then I will support you" he said.

Zahira smiled happily, she was very grateful because Shaka understood her enough. Although he knows there is no love growing in the man's heart but Shaka's gentle demeanor and caring comfort him a little.

It only takes about fifteen minutes, finally the four-wheeled vehicle belonging to Shaka has entered the parking lot of a cafe that is viral in cyberspace. A handsome Middle Eastern-faced man with a sharp nose got out of the car and opened the car door for Zahira.

"Disha! What's up, bro?" greet Nicholas when a pair of newlyweds come. The two men hugged each other, giving up longing for three years not to meet. The last time I met was when Mama Nicholas died of a disease he suffered. Since then, they have never met again.

"Thank God, fine, Nick." Shaka patted the back of his schoolmate gently. "You yourself how's it going?"

Blaster men, bloody Indonesian Germans shrug their shoulders as both hands rise into the air. "As you can see, I'm fine. I can continue my life after Mama's departure before God forever." Little laugh, trying to strengthen yourself not to grieve because of being left behind by loved ones.

Schoolmate Shaka smiled widely. Only then looked at his friend and was surprised by the presence of a girl who was familiar to him. The girl's face did not change in the slightest even though they had not met for a long time.

"Z-zahira's? You ... Najma Zahira, right? One of the Triplet personnel who is famous for his cleverness." Nicholas' lips continued to say without taking his eyes off the oriental-faced girl.

Zahira smiled widely to show her neat and white teeth. "Right, I'm Zahira. Nice to see you again, Nicho." The girl reached out forward to shake Nicholas' hand. But .. a burly hand blocked the girl's wrist.

Suddenly, Zahira's head looked up to see the husband's beautiful face. However, the man's facial expression turned cold making his horse's fur goosebumps half to death.

Nicholas nodded, then exclaimed, "Aah. Nice to see you again, Ra. Come ... come, please sit!" The man tried to melt the atmosphere that had stiffened.

After all sitting face to face, Nicholas asked a waiter to bring a menu book and order food and drinks according to each taste. Today he wants to treat his two schoolmates.

"Ra, meet Ashley, she's my future wife. You must have never met him, right?" nicholas said, pointing to his lover. "Baby, it's Zahira. He is ...."

"My wife. We just got married a few days ago" Shaka said steadily. The gaze of the man's eyes was focused, not a single shred of doubt was emanating on his brown iris.

"Y-your wife? Is that your wife Ziva?" Nicholas said again with his eyes perfectly wide. The man's chin was barely out of place. I swear by anything, the crossbred man looked so shocked to hear the reality before him.

The cheerful countenance shone despite the look of fatigue turning one hundred and eighty degrees with overwhelming shock. He thought Shaka would say that he was only the lawyer's best friend. However, who would have thought, Shaka instead told a truth before Nicholas, who was none other than one of the witnesses when the moment Shaka expressed his heart before Ziva and everyone.

"I-it's all because ... I ...." Zahira could not continue his sentence. He didn't know what to say in front of Nicholas and Ashley. Whether he should tell the truth or should cover up all the events for the sake of

"long story. However, Zahira is certainly not only a friend but also my wife. So, in the future, never bring up the girl's name when we are together" Shaka said.

Nicholas is weak. He froze and stared at Zahira and Shaka's faces in turn. His head was currently filled with all sorts of questions that he wanted to ask Shaka directly. However, seeing the attitude of his school friends who seemed cold made him undo his intentions and choose silence rather than raising a wild tiger that could eliminate the lives of its prey in one fell swoop.

Not long ago, though, two servants came with a tray containing four glasses of cold drinks and cakes of various flavors that make anyone drool when seeing how delicious plating on the cake.

"This is the order of Mother and Father. Enjoyably. If you feel the food or drink is not in accordance with the taste can immediately confirm to the cashier. We will replace it soon" said the waiter, putting the glass in front of everyone.

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While waiting for this work to be updated, yuk stopped by first to the work of a friend of the author. The story is guaranteed!