The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Divorce Me!

"Son Shaka doesn't rest? It's already night time and you must be tired, 'will run out from abroad, '" Arumi said when she saw Shaka still sitting in the family room while watching the news broadcast with Rayyan.

Although there is no meaningful conversation between the two handsome men but at least Shaka shows that he still respects his father-in-law to stay in place despite his drowsiness.

Shaka scratched his head that did not itch. "Yes, Bun. It's just about to take a break." To be honest he had been sleepy once but seeing Rayyan still sitting sweet while watching television made the man resist his drowsiness.

"Why ask him to rest everything, Bun. Just let him accompany me to stay up until dawn" said Rayyan without looking even a little at the daughter-in-law. Every time you see Shaka's face, you remember how the radiance of sadness is emitted in the eyes of your beloved child. The look of disappointment was vividly reflected in Zahira's beautiful and clear eyes.

"Hush, Dad! Shaka, this is our daughter-in-law's status, not your best friend's. So, we're supposed to treat him well." Arumi admonished Rayyan with a gentle tone.

"Son Shaka, get some rest in Zahira's room. Let tomorrow not bad luck waking up," added Arumi.

Shaka grinned like a fool. "Oh yeah, Bun. Then excuse me first."

"Please, Shaka boy. If you need something, you can press the remote next to the nightstand, then Tina Ma'am and other household assistants will come to the room."

Shaka nodded his head, then reviewed the smile before finally ascending to the second floor. With gontai steps, he swung his feet up one by one stairs to Zahira's room.

Take a deep breath, gather the courage to meet again with the wife. "Ra, I'm in!" shaka said as he turned the door handle and pushed it wide open.

Shaka's body froze with perfectly widened eyelids. How not, Zahira was sitting in front of the dressing table while pouring hand body throughout the body. And not only that, his childhood friend tonight looks so tempting faith.

A bright red satin dress wrapped around Zahira's sexy body like a Spanish guitar. Although in a state of his back to Shaka's body, the man can see clearly the rear bumper and front bumper are not too small or too big but is ideal for the posture of Asian women in general. The flawless clean white skin and the shoulder-length hair that was stroked made the girl look so different.

"Saka? Why don't you knock on the door first!" spray Zahira after realizing Shaka's presence. He hurried to grab his sleeping robe that was draped on the back of the sofa. When Zahira walks, the curves of her body can be seen clearly. Moreover, the dress material glares when exposed to the reflection of the light of the girl's room.

See the beautiful view ahead, there, instantly Shaka felt the temperature in the room was hot even though the air conditioner was at the lowest temperature and the air outside the house was cold because the city of Jakarta that night was raining.

Oh, my God, I can't believe Zahira looks like that. Unknowingly, the sentence slid from the lawyer's lips. The man's eyes looked bright and the soul floated as if he was lost to another place far away.

Zahira was embarrassed to be found wearing a satin dress. Although Shaka's status was her husband, the girl never once showed the body's duster in front of the husband. He decided not to wear sexy or material clothes in front of Shaka when the man shortly after making a separation between them. In addition, he also realized that his body shape is not beautiful when compared to Ziva, the top model.

Shaka delusion must be stopped when a cold-pitched ketus sound echoes to the corner of the room. "What are you doing here?" zahira asked after covering her body using a sleeping robe.

Bleeding hard to restore his consciousness that had floated for a while. "I'm sorry, Ra. I thought you weren't wearing-"

"Stop! Don't keep going again!" sergeant Zahira fast. The girl's face suddenly blushed red when Shaka almost said that the beautiful doctor was wearing a thin satin dress. Turn your face in any direction to hide a pink tinge on your face.

"You're here because you're sleepy?" ask Zahira.

Shaka nodded his head in response. "Yes anyway. But ... There's actually something I'd like to talk to you about my departure to Singapore yesterday afternoon."

The sound of rough breathing came from Zahira's lips. Sitting limp on the corner sofa of the room. "What are you talking about, Ka? It's not clear that you went to Singapore to see Ziva." The girl's voice shook as she said the last sentence. A flash of Shaka's face when the man expressed his heart in front of Ziva back dancing beautifully in the eye pelupukan.

"Do you know where I'm going to Singapore to see Ziva?" Shaka was quite surprised by that fact. He thought why Zahira could know when as he remembered the handsome man had kept everything from his wife.

The beautiful doctor nodded slowly. "I heard all your conversations with Nicholas a few days ago. Including Ziva's current whereabouts."

Shaka was speechless, he let out a rough sigh. "So for that reason you left me alone in the cafe?"

"I'm just giving you more space to tell you all about Ziva in front of Nicholas. If I exist, how could you be free to ask and complain to your friend," said Zahira, this time sounding a little insinuating.

I can't believe the problem is b**leber everywhere, Shaka's mind. Therefore, he is increasingly confident to straighten all existing problems.

Shaka stepped over to Zahira, and rested in the presence of his wife. He stretched his hand forward, cupping a tiny lentic fingers. "I'm sorry I lied to you, Ra. However, I really didn't know that my departure there hurt your heart."

"Today I was in such a hurry that I did not have time to explain my intention and purpose in coming to Singapore. All I had in mind at that time was one way to meet Ziva and find out if he had indeed run away because he wanted to achieve his goals as a model or just wanted to escape my entanglement," keep Shaka. He said everything in front of Zahira. Although it will make the girl even more disappointed, it is okay than the problems between them are getting protracted. He just wants to live quietly without any problems when living with Zahira.

The more Zahira heart slashed when Shaka said in the mind of the man there was only one Ziva. Although the sacred promise of marriage has been said apparently it does not have any meaning other than as a friend.

"Then what truth do you find?" zahira asked as she stared intently at Shaka.

"The truth is that Ziva does have a lover other than me" Shaka replied. However, Zahira could hear Shaka's words.

Zahira smiled bitterly. "It's just fitting that you quickly return from abroad turns out that what you expect is not something reality." Taking a deep breath, holding it for a while, only then saying, "If Ziva had not cheated, you would have stayed there for a week, for sure, two weeks or even a month to let go of the longing that has been holding you back all this time. Right, right?"

"And ... You also can't possibly apologize to me if you don't find Ziva being alone with another man, right? You ... will stay with your lover and put my feelings aside," said Zahira increasingly sounding soft.

"I realized that my status was only as a substitute wife. However, that doesn't mean you can just hurt my heart, Shaka. I'm a human being who can feel pain, sadness and disappointment when you're hurt."

"Yes, Ra, I know. Therefore please forgive me. I promise I won't do it again." Shaka looked at the eyelids that were starting to glaze over.

"But it's not that easy, Shaka. I was disappointed with you. My heart was wounded but not bleeding. You have incised a deep wound until I myself do not know whether it will heal or not." Zahira turned her face to the side. Without feeling the crystal grains managed to escape, sliding in the corner of his narrowed eyes. "You .. have ruined my trust as a wife, Shaka. I'm .. really disappointed in you."

Seeing Zahira crying makes Shaka hurt. He should have thought about Zahira's feelings before he decided to go to Singapore.

"Ra, tell me what to do to forgive me. I ... will do anything as long as you're willing to forgive me."

Zahira rubbed the tears that had slid in the face. After that ventured to look at the brown iris of the man she loved so much. "Connect me, Shaka! That way I'll forgive you!"

.

.

.