The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
First Kiss

Zahira stood among the lush trees, he took a short walk while enjoying the beauty of the city park. "Ehm .. fresh" he said, breathing fresh air. Both hands are on the right and left. The girl's eyes were staring at a fountain pond ahead. The sound of water gurgling, the gust of wind in the afternoon at least makes the girl can forget for a moment the problems of the household that is approaching.

Zahira again enjoyed the breeze that shook the leaves and flowers with a variety of colors in the park. For a moment, he tried to forget the pieces of events presented by the husband and ex-fiancee of the husband.

Will the fate of my household end in a farewell? Will I never feel his name being loved sincerely by someone I love? tanyanya inwardly envied the happiness of a pair of young mudi who was sitting there making out in front.

Is it so hard for me to reach for your love, Shaka? Will I never be one of the most important parts of your life? isak Zahira in heart.

The handsome face of Shaka Abimana flashed across his imaginary line. Smiling warmly, clutching the girl's body. With the man, he felt a great happiness.

"Rb ...." Shaka's voice called out to him. The voice that he had so longed for these ten days was so clearly heard in the ears.

Zahira smiled, even in her imagination she could hear the voice of her husband.

"Zahira," the call was again heard in Zahira's ear. This time with a touch on his waist.

Suddenly, Zahira opened her eyes and widened when she realized there was someone who was hugging her from behind. The girl's breathing was hunting, accompanied by an irregular heartbeat.

"Finally, I found you!" shaka said as he hugged as if he were afraid of losing the girl. His pointy chin he put on the chin of his wife who still does not believe if he is here.

The two fell silent, but their bodies were so close and the skin touched each other. The eyes were both looking at the fountain pool in front of it.

"Why did you leave the apartment again without waiting for me to come home? Did you intentionally worry me?" Shaka dyed the strands of Zahira's hair that were flying in the wind.

"What's waiting for you, you're with Ziva anyway" Zahira replied with trembling lips. A glimpse of Ziva and Shaka getting into the same car makes the girl's chest tight and wants to cry.

"So you went to my office?" shaka asked, not believing what Zahira had said.

The beautiful one just nodded her head in response. Unable to show his eyeballs that have begun to glaze over.

Taking a deep breath, holding it for a while, then just saying, "So that's why you just left the house without telling me first." Now Shaka understood why his wife rushed away after putting the suitcase and other luggage.

Shaka releases a hug, then turns Zahira's body until now they face. "Until where did you see me with Ziva in the office?"

"Just when Ziva got into the car and you followed him into the car" Zahira replied honestly. Even though their position is facing the head of the girl is still down.

Shaka was silent, he let out a heavy sigh. "But what you see is not all true, Ra. We did go together, but I just drove him to the entrance of the apartment lobby."

Zahira's body moved, he was about to turn the body again, but Shaka quickly prevented the wife. "Hey, listen to my explanation first" the man said.

"So afternoon Ziva came to the office, he said he wanted to see me. However, since I was in no mood to meet anyone, I asked David to drive the woman away, uh he was waiting for me. We had a chance to clash our mouths and until in the end he asked me to take him to the apartment."

"You still care about your former tunagan, Ka. I thought, you-" That sentence Zahira could not finish because tears had already slid between the cheeks.

"Najma Zahira, my shining Star," called Shaka using the wife's full name and the meaning of the name Rayyan and Arumi gave to the girl. "Where might I pay attention to other women, while my current status has become your husband. I did it all because I was forced not from my deepest conscience. Really."

Shaka tucked away Zahira's wind-blown haircut. "Ra, although the love for you in my heart has not grown, but I am not a bastard who would betray the sanctity of our marriage. I honor you as my wife, honor the sacred vow of marriage I uttered one month ago. So, how could I cheat behind your back."

"I've made it clear that I'm forced to do it all." Shaka pulled the slender waist of the wife until there was no distance separating them. "I'm sorry for everything you see. I admit my mistake for being indecisive towards Ziva. I'm stupid for being so easily fooled by that woman."

"Yes, you are stupid. It's a good thing I didn't report your actions to Dad, if you can't beat you up," Zahira really puckered her lips forward.

"I was thinking, maybe we shouldn't be together. So many trials come against our household heresy. It's only been a month of marriage, but the storm keeps hitting the ship you're on."

Zahira's voice trembled as she uttered the last sentence before the idol. The afternoon gust of wind increasingly gripped the wounded soul wrapped in worry and regret at almost the same time.

Shaka knows the word sorry and just giving an explanation is not enough to convince Zahira. Honestly, he was actually tired of the marriage exams that come and go. He wants to live a quiet and peaceful life without having to deal with Ziva or Nizam, the male figure who sometimes makes the man burn fire.

"Do you want to part with me?" The question made Zahira look up her head until the man could clearly see a crystal circle sliding in the corner of her eye.

Instead of answering Shaka's question, Zahira uttered the same sentence to her husband. "You alone, how?"

Shaka smiled widely, a smile that during his time in Japan is very much missed Zahira. "Until any time, I don't want to be separated from you, Ra. I just want you to be my wife and mother to my children."

Tears are flowing more and more in the eyes. Zahira's heart warmed when she heard Shaka's words. The last sentence said by the man catapulted the girl's wish for a marriage that would end happily.

"You ... want, don't you, keep living with me until we age together? To accompany me through the rest of this life until death do you part?"

Zahira looked at Shaka with an indecipherable highlight. Examine if a single lie in the brown iris belongs to the lawyer. However, he did not find the lie, which was only an honesty of a pair of beautiful clear eyes.

The beautiful, narrow-eyed doctor nodded his head. He held both hands around Shaka's neck so that both could feel the exposure of the exhale sourced from each.

"Saka? I-i-"

"God! Don't talk anymore!" sergeant Shaka before his wife continues.

Shaka let go of the hand that was coiled around Zahira's waist, then summed up the pretty face, then he brought his lips closer to her seductive ripe lips. He kissed his wife's lips with all his heart.

Zahira was fixated, not knowing what to respond to when the chewy object landed on her thin lips. However, when he saw Shaka's eyelids closed as if he was enjoying their kiss, he also closed his eyes. The husband's lips feel warm and soft touch the surface of his lips. The girl's body stiffened, like there was an invisible electrical voltage radiating all over the surface of the skin. The touch caused a strange sensation and excitement that made the girl want to sip her husband's lips firmly.

"Geez!" Shaka groaned as in a hoarse voice as Zahira returned her kiss gently. He really enjoyed the moment their tongues twisted around each other.

Shaka pressed Zahira's nape to deepen their kiss. The sound of lips coming from the two sounded so loud. Luckily the atmosphere around was quiet so that no one disturbed their hot activities.

After being satisfied to drink the sweetness of honey on the lips of the wife, Shaka released the pangutan their lips. He rubbed the corner of the girl's lips gently. "When you doubt the solemnity of my heart, remember the day that we kissed under this tree. That's when you'll know that I'll try to love you with all my body's soul."

Zahira smiled and without hesitation she wrapped her fingers around her waist, then hugged her husband's body tightly. "Thank you for opening your heart to me."

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