The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Sop Porridge Bowl for Zahira

Today is the day Zahira is allowed to return home, having been hospitalized for three days. This news makes Zahira feel very happy because he will not be in a boring room with a carbolic smell everywhere.

Shaka asks the private driver who works at his parents' house to come pick up. The driver was driving at a moderate pace, while Shaka was sitting in the back seat with Zahira.

"If you are sleepy, just sleep. I'll wake up when we get to the apartment" Shaka said as he watched Zahira yawn several times. "Get your head down here so that it doesn't shift as it passes through sleeping cops or hollowed-out streets." Patting his shoulders slowly.

"But, Ka-"

Not yet finished Zahira spoke, Shaka had already brought the wife's head to lean on her shoulders.

"God! There is no objection!" sergeant Shaka fast. "Hurry, close your eyes while we're still on our way."

Want to argue, but remember the advice of the mother to always obey the orders of the husband. In the end Zahira relented and closed her eyes without saying much.

As Zahira had started to fall asleep, Shaka stole a sideways glance. A few seconds the young lawyer looked at the face of his best friend and wife. There is a sense of compassion in the heart because it has plunged Zahira in the problems created by his ex-wife named Ziva so that the friend must bear all the consequences of the incident that occurred a few days ago.

Girls as good and beautiful as you should be with a good man too. Not even getting married and spending time with a jerk like me. I'm sorry, Zahira. Forgive your stupid husband for not being able to give love like a married couple in general, Shaka's mind while rubbing Zahira's cheek.

Without feeling it, thirty minutes passed and now the couple had arrived at the apartment. Seeing Zahira sleeping very well, Shaka did not wake the girl. Then, slowly carrying his wife ala bridal style.

Feeling his body floating in the air, Zahira's eyelids opened wide and saw what was really going on. "Disha! Oi! What are you doing?" screech the girl as expensive shoes made of leather pierce the floor of the apartment lobby. Reflexively, he put his hands around her neck. "Down me! I can walk by myself."

Some of the apartment dwellers and employees of the apartment where Zahira and Shaka lived, looked in amazement at the couple. Surprised at the romance shown by the two of them. However, there are also some people who behave normally even though they see a scene similar to foreign dramas.

"Your body still feels weak, I'm afraid you're falling." Shaka is still reluctant to lower Zahira in the arms. "Circle your hands tightly so we don't fall."

Unwilling to be denied, Shaka continues to carry his wife through the hallways to the elevator that will take their bodies up. While Rini's private driver followed from behind while pulling Zahira's suitcase.

Upon arriving inside the room, Shaka dropped Zahira off right on the side of the bed. The man helped his wife sit on the bed. Pull the blanket up to the waist, then arrange a pillow on the back so that the girl sits comfortably.

"Rest here. I will prepare lunch for you" Shaka told his wife.

"Well, can you cook, huh? As far as I know, back when we were in 3rd grade High School, you cooked a single egg almost charred. Then why do you want to make food for me now. If your barn or even your kitchen fires, how? Already, I'd better cook and you'll just wait here."

Zahira was about to wake up, but was blocked by Shaka. "What do you want?"

Shaka snorted angrily as Zahira insisted on getting out of bed. "Ck! You doubt my abilities, hem?" He nodded, giving a sharp look towards his wife. The man's gaze when he was upset resembled the gaze Rayyan often showed. Maybe because Rini had asked her best friend's husband to rub the stomach while Shaka was still in the womb made the lawyer a little more imitating Rayyan's attitude when he was upset.

"B-not .. so. It's just .. Cooking or taking care of homework is the duty and responsibility of the wife. It doesn't feel good if you're in the kitchen, preparing food while I'm lounging here." Zahira answered Shaka's question with a stammer. The man's gaze was enough to make her shiver.

"Yes, I know. However, you just got out of the hospital, Ra. Your body is still weak and your blood pressure is still unstable." Shaka let out a deep breath, then again said, "You take it easy, I won't make a meal and set our kitchen on fire. I'm in the kitchen for a minute."

Zahira exhaled a rough breath as she saw Shaka's back begin to disappear along with the door leaf that was half closed. "I hope that after the food is cooked there is no drama of cooking charred or the kitchen of this apartment unit is burned," muttered softly while pulling back the blanket that had been prepared by him.

Now, Shaka is in the kitchen. He saw the contents of the refrigerator which was almost finished. Inside there is only food to make vegetable soup.

"I'd better make a porridge then mix carrots, toge and cabbage into it so that Zahira not only consumes carbohydrates but also vegetables at the same time." Shaka decided to make a soup porridge typical Labuan food, Banten.

The lawyer began to wash the rice until clean, then prepare the ingredients to make soup porridge. Capitalizing on information from his former college friends and recipes from google, he mixes all the ingredients into one. The man looked serious while cooking, although not so agile when using cooking utensils but he tried to stay focused and give the best cooking results for Zahira.

For almost an hour, Shaka struggled in the kitchen, finally the typical Labuan soup porridge made by Shaka Abimana was ready to be enjoyed. He brought a tray of soup porridge and a glass of water for Zahira to take medicine.

"Ra, let's eat first! I've made you some soup porridge," Shaka asked as he put the tray on the nightstand.

Zahira who had fallen asleep in a position still sitting on the bed rest opened her eyes slowly until her beautiful eyeballs opened perfectly. "You made it yourself?" The girl's eyebrows shriveled when she saw a bowl of soup porridge complete with toge sprinkles on it gave off a delicious aroma. White smoke indicates that the food has just been cooked.

Shaka sneered and said, "Ck! You underestimated my ability? Although I rarely enter the kitchen, make breakfast for myself or others, but never doubt my ability. Everything I can do when I'm done."

"Hurry, open your mouth. After that, he took medicine" Shaka ordered Zahira, who followed a nod to the beautiful doctor.

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