The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Little Pebbles Before Gurgling Love

"What's up, Doctor Zahira?" asked Nizam while looking to the side.

Zahira just shook his head weakly. She answered, "There's nothing." The girl's body was limp for a moment as her net caught the clear figure of her husband being with another woman. She wanted to laugh because she had been worried for ten days. However, it turns out that Shaka is having fun with Ziva instead.

Nizam was still watching Zahira's face turn moody. "Do we keep going in?"

Zavira. "Please take me home!" The girl's heart shattered into pieces like a glass thing thrown on the floor, breaking and scattered everywhere.

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Shaka set his breath as soon as he got to the apartment parking lot. Ziva kept his promise by saying nothing during the trip. The man was quite sorry for having treated his ex-fiance harshly. Rio and Rini never once taught her and Good to hurt the Eve, but her actions just moments ago were a form of resentment towards Ziva because she kept interfering with his life.

Upset with all his thoughts, Shaka hits the wheel with his fist. "Ah, fuck!"

Shaka closed his eyes for a while, but the sound of the phone ringing made the man aware of something. His pupils dilated, the important thing he had just remembered was forgotten.

"Zahira! Oh, my God, I forgot about that girl!" sulk Shaka. The man hurriedly got out of the car after seeing the clock show at four in the afternoon.

At first Shaka was about to pick her up to the hospital, but somehow the little heart of the man told her that Zahira had come home and was in the apartment.

"Rho? You're home yet?" shaka exclaimed as he barged into the apartment. The atmosphere was silent, there was no word from anyone only the sound of the ticking clockwork of the wall in the living room.

However, Shaka's hunch is so certain that Zahira has arrived at the apartment. Seen from the door of his wife's room that is not closed.

Walk half-run towards the guest room. Shaka pushed the door slowly. "Ra?" call Shaka slowly. He walked to the walk in closet and the bathroom, but he found no woman anywhere.

Suddenly the cold made Shaka's body shiver when he saw one suitcase that was brought yesterday to the refugee lying just like that on the mattress.

"Shoppers!" Shaka immediately rushed out of the room, then reached into the pants pocket. "It should be quiet, apparently since then after I chas my mobile phone is not also turned on."

Shaka's eyeballs widened perfectly when he found that there were many missed calls and short messages from his wife. "Oh my God, what am I doing. What if Zahira gets angry and decides to leave again!"

Without thinking, Shaka immediately contacted Zahira through the green application. Long enough to wait until finally the phone connection was connected.

"Hello?"

"Well, what's the male voice?" inner Shaka. Then, he kept the flat object away from the ear, checking the number listed worry about pressing the wrong number. However, the number really belongs to the wife.

"Where's my wife?" shaka asked with emphasis on my wife's words. No matter who was across the street, the important thing was that he had said that the owner of the number was his wife.

Someone on the other side replied, "Ah ... Doctor Zahira, huh? She ... is with me." Without telling their current position, the figure immediately turned off the phone connection.

"Aargha! Goddamnit! I'm sure the son of a bitch is with Zahira" Shaka said. He wanted to crush the man's head because he had taken his wife away.

"I have to find Zahira and bring her back home. Yeah, I have to find him now!" Shaka ran back to the door. Run as hard as you can to the basement parking lot.

Meanwhile, Zahira had just come out of the restroom. The girl just threw away. Too hasty, he forgot to bring a handbag that was placed on a park bench, but lucky at that time he was not alone, there is a doctor Nizam who is accompanying him sitting in a city park where he, his twin brothers and Shaka used to hang out first while still in High School.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Zahira sat down next to Nizam's doctor. Tail eyes squeaking when found half zipper hand bag slightly open.

Doctor Nizam smiled widely to show a row of white and clean teeth. "No problem. I can tell, her name must have taken a while to really make sure she looked okay when she came out of the toilet."

Zahira smiled faintly. "Doctor Nizam, if you want to go back to the hospital, please. You can leave me here alone. I still want to sit here while breathing fresh air in the afternoon."

Doctor Nizam shook his head. "I will accompany you here until you are completely satisfied to meditate." Chuckles softly trying to comfort Zahira though the spoken jokes sound crisp.

It was only the breathing village that Zahira escaped. Forcing his colleagues to leave was also difficult because the man next to him had a stubborn character. "All right, if that's what you want. However, if Doctor Nizam changes his mind, I don't mind being left alone."

***

"What's? Oh, my God, why the hell, Budhe! Then, now where are Shaka and Zahira?" rio asked with an elevated tone of voice.

The famous lawyer who is a true friend of a famous surgeon at Persada International Hospital just got the news that a while ago Zahira returned to the apartment with disappointed eyes. Her beautiful, clear eyes turned red as if she had just cried.

"Mak Zahira immediately left again after putting the suitcase and luggage into the room. Then, shortly afterwards Den Shaka came and shouted to call the name of Zahira's mother, sir. However, when I was about to approach, Den Shaka had already left," said Budhe Erna trying to tell the employer.

Rio was massaging his temples that felt dizzy. Suddenly his head twitched violently imagining a great disaster again befalling the household of his youngest child. "Yes already, Budhe informed me again if they had returned. Thank you." Thank you."

"What's up, Pa? Why is your face so tangled" asked Rini who had just come out of the restroom in the husband's room.

Rio removed one button on the top of his shirt. Suddenly he felt tight in the chest when he heard that the storm hit Shaka's household again.

"Just called Budhe Erna, and she told him that Zahira had returned to the apartment with a sad face. Our daughter-in-law rushed away again after putting her things into the room. Not long after, Shaka walks into the apartment shouting then-"

"Stop! Mama doesn't want to hear anything else." Rini's hand waved in front of Rio. "You know, this is what you've been worried about since you heard Shaka accept Ziva's case. Papa should pass the woman's case to someone else, not even force Shaka to accept it," said Rini showed her disappointment to the husband. Eagerly yelled before Rio, expressing his frustration at having brought about a new calamity within the Shaka household. However, she recalled that yelling at her husband or raising her voice in front of the family priest was not a commendable act.

Rini was sitting lethargic on the sofa, the intention of heart to invite her beloved husband to take an afternoon walk enjoying the twilight at a cafe where they usually hang out, however, the plan must be lost when hearing unsatisfactory news.

"Zahira's feelings are easily offended since Shaka was caught lying. Little do our children wrong so be prepared to accept the anger of our daughter-in-law. Papa already knows so even muddy the atmosphere. Papa's selfish."

Rini shouted at the contents of the heart that for several days she was quiet. Rio's actions forcing Shaka to accept Ziva's case make her a little disappointed in her husband's attitude. On behalf of the work even destroyed the household of his own son.

With his head lowered, eyes closed, Rio acknowledged his mistake. Because it is too idealistic to make the man close his eyes and ears, as if he forgot that the new client who is being helped by Shaka is his former son-in-law who almost made a disgrace to his family.

"Then, what should I do, Ma?" Looking at the female figure in front of there.

"Berdo'a course, may your youngest child not be a widower!" After saying that sentence, Rini got up from the sofa. The woman's hand justifies the strap of the bag slumped on the shoulder. "I'm going to Arumi's house. Maybe new night home. If you want to eat, eat first."

Without looking at her husband, Rini just passed by. He was very disappointed by Rio's attitude that seemed never sensitive to the Shaka household. The man was too concerned about work without thinking about the feelings of others.

"Mas ... Mas ... unnoticed by you, you are the one who created the separation distance with your own friends," said Rini with eyes full of disappointment.

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