The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Longs

Zahira and Nizam's departure schedule was postponed for a few moments because the car tire constraints that will be boarded leaked and took a long time to repair it all. All medical teams who are willing to help the victims of the Cianjur earthquake can only wait until the hospital bus arrives at the destination. Many of them are upset because the return to Jakarta agenda must be delayed.

"Until there, I won't talk to Shaka" Zahira said. He was quite upset because Shaka had not contacted him at all. Don't call, just send a message. It further makes Zahira's heart was upset because it harbored a longing that has reached the crown. At the moment it feels like Zahira is like an ABG child in love.

Zahira turned to Nizam who was sitting next to Hanna. His colleague began his action after getting the green light from Shaka's wife. However, as Hanna approached Nizam, the man simply smiled without saying much. The handsome doctor's attitude was not like this morning, he was more silent and said nothing to make Zahira curious.

"What's wrong?" Zavira immediately asked after Hanna asked permission to go to the restroom. He could not hold his curiosity for longer. However, the man only shook his head in response.

"It's weird why Doctor Nizam is so quiet. Did I make a mistake with him?" mummified Zahira. He just passed by, choosing to be alone while surfing in cyberspace until the bus that drove them to Jakarta arrived at the location.

Meanwhile, Shaka was again preoccupied with his activities in the office. The man handled many clients who were entangled in false accusations. A man of towering stature wins the court when Shaka believes he won, but his guess is wrong. Whether there was the other party's interference or how, Shaka did not know. This keeps Shaka busy from the day before.

"Is everything complete?" shaka asked with a disheveled face.

"We still have to check some data, Mr. Shaka. There's also something suspicious about this father, what if-"

"Ah, tell you what, we'll investigate it secretly. Find out all about the client and from where he can get that much pesagon money" Shaka told David.

Shaka exhaled a rough breath. His head looked up at the ceiling of the room. Occasionally muttering and massaging his head that feels increasingly dizzy.

"Sir, someone asked to see you, he was waiting outside" David told Shaka.

"Who?" shaka asked without looking at David.

"Eh, that client yesterday, sir. Miss Ziva." After saying that sentence, David immediately bowed his head. Very sure if the new message delivered will make the boss more furious.

Shaka clucking. His mood grew even more uneasy when he heard that name. Ziva has always been a problem for his life lately. "Send him home! Tell him I'm very busy and can't see anyone."

"Good, sir." David did not argue much, he rushed out of Shaka's room to the waiting room.

Shaka is back to focusing on his work. He almost forgot the important schedule today especially if not .. to pick up the wife. Although he did not love Zahira yet, but now the man has started to depend and always miss their moment together. Shaka was no longer ashamed to call Zahira with the title 'honey' and hugged his wife's tiny body so tightly.

"Miss, Mr. Shaka is busy, so you should just go home or if you want to come another time." David delivers the message Shaka conveys to Ziva.

Ziva sighed in annoyance. "Yes already. I'm gonna get out of here. Excuse me." Then, the woman got up from the sofa and came out of the special waiting room for the guests. "Are you avoiding me now, Shaka?" said Ziva while staring nanar towards the skyscraper ahead there.

"I'll wait for you to come out, Shaka." Today Ziva is determined to meet Shaka despite having to wait a long time.

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After waiting for a long time, finally the group of medical personnel Persada International Hospital Hospital has arrived safely in Jakarta. Zahira breathes the strong aroma of his hometown, Jakarta. Although the city of Jakarta is famous for its dense population and congestion everywhere, the beautiful still likes to live in the city because that is where he was born and raised by his parents.

When Zahira was busy enjoying the fresh air of Jakarta, Nizam suddenly came over and said, "I'll take you home."

Zahira who was engrossed in reflection reflex turned to the side. "Eh? But I-i"

"He certainly didn't come. You said he was always busy, right?" sergeant Nizam fast.

There was silence for a moment. Neither Zahira nor Nizam dared to speak. The beautiful doctor looked around hoping to see a male figure walking towards him, but the man did not reveal his nose.

"Hows it? Just come with me. I promise I'll take you home soon, '" bargained Nizham once more. Zahira nodded. It would be wrong to think Shaka would pick her up at the hospital.

"Ehm .. but what about your job, Doc? Aren't you in the night shift today?" zahira said doubtfully.

"There's still plenty of time to get you home. After that just returned to the hospital," replied Nizam doctor as he advanced his vehicle.

"He didn't come?" murmured Zahira with disappointment.

Nizam turned to Zahira who was sitting beside the wheel. Netra the man saw clearly the look of eyes full of disappointment emanated clearly in the beautiful clear eyeball. The man's heart was squeezed by invisible hands as a gray cloud adorned Zahira's face.

Zahira closed her eyes. It hurts a little when reality doesn't live up to expectations. He hopes Shaka comes and takes him home and then can let go of longing by joking together while enjoying the trip to the apartment.

"Doctor Nizam, can you take me somewhere?" pinta Zahira hesitated a little.

Nizam smiled faintly. He could hear the 'you' call from Zahira in a comfortable tone. "Where?"

"I'll tell you later."

Meanwhile, Shaka is still busy looking for his mobile phone which he has not found since morning. "Damn, I put that phone where the hell it is!" shaka complained while putting the file into the bag. "I'll try to find it in the car, who knows if it's left there." With a thousand steps, the man walked in half running out of the office.

"Geek!" A woman stands in front of a car traveling at moderate speed with both hands stretched out to the left right side.

"Shiits! say Shaka is rude while stepping on the brake pedal deeply. Luckily the man quickly stepped on the brake pedal otherwise, it was certain to hit Ziva in front there.

"Didn't he tell me to leave? Then why is he still here. Shit!" Back to pissing. Two palms gripped tightly to the steering wheel of the car to show fine veins on the back of the hand.

"What else is it?" shaka said while lowering the car glass.

Ziva put on a face. "Shaka, I need to talk to you. Please, just a minute!" Both hands cupped to the front of the chest.

"Ziva, I've got nothing to do with you, you're just my client. So step aside or I'm really going to hit you!" threaten Shaka's. But Ziva did not give up. The woman still clung to his actions. Shaka was really made dizzy over Ziva's sudden behavior like this.

Shaka finally got out of the car, then walked over to Ziva. "What do you want to talk about?" the spray with both hands clenched perfectly beside the body. Want it feels like pulling the woman's body so as not to block her way again.

Instantly Ziva's body creeps when he sees the glare of sharp eyes like an eagle. "I-I just wanna know, what you-"

"You want to talk about my marriage to Zahira again?" Shaka moved closer to Ziva. Shaka's burly hand gripped firmly on his former fiance's shoulder without fear of harming the woman. "Conscious, Ziva Who left me on our wedding day? Who is! Tell me, who!"

Ziva shook his head. "I didn't mean to leave you, Shaka. You know me-"

"Shut up! I don't need your explanation!" snapped Shaka with a loud voice. So easy to make some people who go back and forth staring strangely at them.

Shaka's breath was panting. His hand began to slip off Ziva's shoulder. The woman also stared in disbelief at Shaka. There were many things he wanted to tell Shaka. However, Shaka's attitude today explains everything.

"Is your best friend better than me?" asked Ziva with teary eyes.

Shaka speechless. "I have no right to answer your question, Ziva. You better go home now!"

"My earrings home. This is the last time," asked Ziva with a body that started shaking violently. The corner of the woman's eyes began to shed tears. The nose feels sour.

Looking at the scene before his eyes, Shaka's heart melted. The man took a deep breath. "All right, I'll take you home. But promise me, I won't ask you about my marriage to Zahira."

"Yes" Ziva answered briefly. Then, he just entered the car Shaka without being invited first by the owner of the vehicle.

You are not polite! grouse Shaka in heart.

Not wanting to waste too much time, Shaka catches up with Ziva in the car. He wanted to immediately take the woman to his residence so that he could immediately pick up the wife in the hospital.

When Ziva and Shaka get into the car, both of them are unaware of a car coming in from the opposite direction. A pair of narrowed eyes stared pushyly at the figure ahead there. The chest felt tight like being squeezed by a large chunk of stone.

So this is what you're doing behind my back? You are really evil! the inner girl while turning her face the other way.

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