The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Keep him in the hospital

It's getting late when a girl starts to move her plump eyelashes. Eyelids slowly open to adjust to the contrast of the lights in the room. When the beautiful eyelids clear and perfectly open, then he can see clearly the room where he is now.

"Where am I? Why is the paint color of this room all white and green?" mummified Zahira. The head still feels dizzy, but the curiosity is self-controlled.

Zahira's eyeballs scanned the entire room. The smell of carbolic acid made the girl realize that she was currently in a room that was very familiar to her. Then, the pieces of events before he fainted were recorded in his memory. How when Shaka throws a mobile phone to the sofa is still attached clearly in his mind.

Smiling bitterly as he said inwardly, Ra ... Ra ... Your fate is very poor. Loved a man for years but he never loved you at all.

In the past, you had a dream of hanging out with him at the beach. Your dreams come true, but still you can't be someone she loves. But stupidly again, you still love the man and hope that someday your love will be avenged. Absolutely insane!

When Zahira was busy laughing at her unfortunate fate, a subtle snoring voice restored her consciousness. Suddenly, he turned his head and saw someone who was asleep while hiding his face on both hands. One thing that made the girl gasp for a moment was that the man's hand tightly grasped his fingers very tightly. The heart rippled softly as it felt the touch of the man's hand feel so soft.

Although the beautiful doctor was disappointed, but saw the rare sight of his heart warmed. Hate and disappointment just disappear. He tried to slowly release Shaka's hand, then rubbed the husband's black hair lovingly.

Shaka, I know up to this moment you haven't been able to forget Ziva. I can't blame you entirely for forgetting someone who has been around for years and has accompanied us on a daily basis, it's not easy. However, if I may ask, give me a chance to help you forget about your future ex-wife.

Sensing a gentle gesture rubbing her head, Shaka woke up and tried to see something disturbing her sleep.

He looked up and looked at Zahira's pale face. "Rara, are you conscious?" shaka asked in a soft voice. Hands up, rubbing eyes slowly.

"Ka, I'm sorry for bothering you."

Shaka changed his sitting position to be more upright. "I'm the one who should apologize for not taking care of you. If only I could take good care of you maybe none of this would happen. I'm sorry, Ra."

"Is there any part of your body that hurts? If so, I'll call a doctor" Shaka said. There was clearly an anxious look on the handsome face of the man.

The beautiful oriental-faced doctor tries to get up, but Shaka holds the wife's body. "What do you want, Ra?"

"I'm thirsty, Ka, want to drink" replied Zahira exclaimed.

"You go to sleep, let me get you." Without waiting for Zahira's reply, Shaka hurriedly grabbed the glass filled with water on the nightstand. Put a straw in the glass, then thrust it to Zahira. "Smooze slowly."

"I haven't told both of our parents. Maybe I'll tell them tomorrow morning" Shaka said, helping Zahira to sip the water she was giving.

"No problem. I wish you hadn't told Dad and Mommy because I was afraid they were worried about me." Zahira handed over the remaining drinking water glass in half.

Shaka rested his butt on the chair next to the hospital bed. "Yes, I can understand. However, it would be even better if we tell your situation to our two parents. I don't want to be made into samsak material by Rayyan's father for hiding this news from him." Smiling so much that he showed his dimples at the corners of his lips.

Please, Shaka, don't smile like that to me. That smile of yours made my heart even more insecure, you understand? zahira shouted in his heart.

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