The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Lunch Together

"I never thought I'd see a doctor here." Zahira said while paying attention one by one to the menu provided at the store. He and his colleagues are currently in the cafeteria. Their hunger and thirst led them to decide to have lunch in the hospital cafeteria with another colleague.

A handsome man named Nizam chuckled softly. "Why? I'm surprised why I'm in this hospital?" One menu book was in hand but the man's gaze instead focused on the figure of the beautiful woman sitting opposite him.

Zahira raises his head. "A little surprised anyway. However, because I realized in the Lotus ward there was a lot of need for a guard doctor so after knowing that Doctor Nizam was working here so I was just acting normal." The girl wrote down her order in a small book previously given by the shop owner. "By the way, did Doctor Nizam still work at the hospital yesterday?"

Nizam who was again busy choosing food in the menu book shook his head. "No. I resigned there and decided to work full time at this hospital. Tired if you have to move places in a near future. Especially with the traffic conditions of the city of Jakarta, often jammed everywhere. Sometimes if you rush again and get stuck in traffic even make stress and messy mood."

"Again, the income offered in this hospital is very large for regional children like me can even be said to be more than enough. So, there is no harm if I focus more on working here," continued Nizam explained the reason why making Persada International Hospital as the only place for sustenance.

"In addition, there's another reason why I've resigned from the hospital before."

Suddenly, Nizam's words made Zahira take her eyes off the white paper in front of her. Eyebrows shrivel confused sign. "other goals? What'sthat?" the question is curious because as far as the girl knows the hospital where she was treated yesterday is no less good than the hospital left by the grandmother. Although not an international standard but in terms of facilities, cleanliness and service can be categorized as comparable to Persada International Hospital.

Leisurely the doctor with a sharp nose and a mature brown skin replied, "You know what my purpose is to move here?" speaking in a contorted tone as if teasing Zahira.

Zahira's enthusiasm was reduced after seeing Nizam's attitude as if he was playing tricks on her. "It doesn't matter!" the girl was annoyed. Then write back what drink he was about to drink to quench the thirst lodged in the throat.

Lips conical forward until almost following a sharp nose looks so adorable. I want it to feel like Nizam pulled that nose because it was so anxious. However, he realized that while they were in a public place, many eyes were on them. If only he was in a quiet place, he would have pulled the nose so tightly that it made the owner grimace in pain.

Nizam clucked softly. "Just angry! Do not display a face like that later increase the level of your faith," he said without shame.

"Doctor Nizam!" exciting Zahira. The girl's face immediately reddened to hear the name that came out of Nizam's lips. He hid the pink tinge but it seemed difficult to disappear from her beautiful face. She was a normal woman who would feel flattered when praised by the opposite sex. Moreover, for the rest of his life no other man dared to praise in front of him directly.

Nizam replied with a crisp laugh. "alright. Alright. I'd say my main purpose for coming here was-"

Uncompleted Nizam finished his speech, the sound of table buzz interrupting their conversation. "Hayo, you guys are talking about what the hell is so serious." The twenty-five-year-old young female doctor immediately sat down next to Nizam without being invited first. "Doctor Nizam, what are you and Doctor Rara talking about? How did I notice since you guys were so solemn that you didn't realize that from then on everyone was staring weirdly at you."

Reflexes, Zahira circled his gaze around. Tight eyeballs move to and fro, paying attention to the circumstances around. It's true what Hanna said, if now he and Nizam are the center of attention. Perhaps because he was the son of the hospital owner, every movement did not escape their sight.

"Udah, don't look at it again! It will even make you not free to move," said Nizam. He said so because he did not want Zahira to feel depressed and not free to move because everyone kept watching the girl.

Nizam grabbed the little book in front of Zahira, then wrote down his order. "Me and Doctor Zahira just chatted normally, nothing special."

Hanna advanced the body until there was no distance between her and Nizam. "Nothing special but why do you seem so familiar. Have you ever met before?"

Not wanting his fellow colleagues to think things through, Zahira immediately replied, "Doctor Hanna remember a few days ago I didn't leave for work because I was sick? That night I was rushed to Hasana Indah Hospital and happened to be the doctor who treated me at that time was Doctor Nizam."

Hanna nodded in return. Actually he was still a little curious why the two colleagues could look familiar. Even though they have met before, why their attitude is like someone who has known for a long time. Moreover, the treatment of doctor Nizam to Zahira is so attentive that it makes the woman a little jealous of their closeness.

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Meanwhile, in the office of Rio's firm that was soon passed down to his youngest son named Shaka Abimana, a handsome and valiant man was sitting in his great chair. From earlier, the eyes looked at the monitor screen, but the man's mind glared far above the clouds. I don't know what he thinks only he and God know.

A knocking sound rang out, making his consciousness return. Clenching his eyes a few times then exclaiming by raising an octave of his tone. "Lake in!" tell that man who is none other than Shaka.

The door opened wide, before long the figure of a young man standing in the doorway while carrying a pile of maps narrowed in his armpits. "Sorry interfering. Mr. Shaka has been awaited by Mr. Rio and our client in the meeting room" said Imran, an assistant who is trusted to help Shaka during his stint as deputy leader of Rio.

Exhaling roughly, as if he had just gotten rid of the heavy weight on the chest. "alright. I'll be there soon. You go first, I'll catch up."

Imran nodded, then left the room after saying goodbye. Just looking at the look on his face, he already knew that Shaka's mood was not bad. Therefore, he better go than get hit by the son of the boss.

"Aargha! Why is my mind so unsettled and my heart restless. What exactly is going on with me?" Upset because Shaka doesn't understand her own feelings. Suddenly the feeling of not being calm. The man's thoughts were always on Zahira.

"I'd better pick up Zahira at the hospital after work. Fuck the car left in the parking lot. The important thing is I can be close to my wife." After saying that sentence, Shaka rose from his seat of pride, stepped forward to the door and joined the papa who will discuss the divorce case of one of the famous company owners in the country.

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