The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Going on Honeymoon?

"Want to go somewhere before you go back to the apartment?" shaka asked after he and his wife finished a romantic dinner, accompanied by candles and a bright sky studded with stars and moonlight.

"We're going straight home, I'm tired today. Coming home from Cianjur, hoping to rest peacefully while listening to relaxation music, eh instead made sad to see my husband alone with another woman," said Zahira, deliberately emphasizing the last sentence so that it can be heard by Shaka.

Shaka chuckled softly while scratching his non-itchy head. "Yes, sorry. I, right, have no intention of making you sad. Don't talk about it anymore, tired of knowing! What if we talk about both of us?" abugn. Both eyebrows move down and up.

Suddenly, Zahira stopped her steps. He looked his head up at the husband with a probing look. "You mean?"

Shaka smiled. He put both hands on his wife's shoulders. "We both decided to keep this marriage and you gave me the opportunity to learn to love and accept you as my wife. Well, in order to create chemistry between us need to spend some time alone. Suppose, go on an excursion, vacation or just watch an important movie there is a moment where you and I are together."

The youngest of the three brothers walked in without releasing his hand that touched Zahira's shoulder. "Although our closeness has been established since childhood, but in the past your status and I were only friends. After adulthood, God unites us in a marriage bond. So, there is no harm dong if we start a new relationship again. Yes, the term today is still exploration, but exploration after marriage. What, you want to, Ra?"

Zahira lowered her head, blushing in shame. The wait for nearly ten years was finally avenged. The figure of the man of dreams who is expected to be the priest of the family is standing beside the body. I don't know in any way he expressed gratitude because his dreams had been granted by God.

Which favor of your Lord do you deny. (QS Ar-Rahman 13).

"I want to, Shaka," replied Zahira. However, Shaka can still hear his wife's answer.

Shaka chuckled as he removed his hand from Zahira's shoulder. This time he extended a hand before his wife, asking the girl to do a deal between the two of them. "Deal up! So, starting on Sunday night we have to go alone, yeah. Whatever, where are you going, I'll take you."

"Deal!" zahira said as she received her husband's hand.

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Along the way home, Zahira leaned on her husband's shoulder. It feels exhausting, but it's also fun because he can feel what it's like to be loved by someone we love. All the attention and tenderness of Shaka tonight catapulted the girl's hopes, wishes and hopes for a harmonious marriage like the household of her father and mother who still survived for twenty-four years.

"You sleepy?" shaka asked as he rubbed the top of Zahira's head.

"Hum" replied Zahira. His eyelids did feel heavy because all day he had not closed his eyes after arriving in Jakarta. The long journey taken for 2 hours more than Cianjur-Jakarta plus a pile of work and new problems that arise in his household make him feel tired.

"Sleep, I'll wake you up when we get there."

Zahira nodded, then confirmed the position of her body. He rested his back and head on the back of the car seat and closed his eyes. The distance from their current position with the apartment unit is still quite far until there is still a short time to rest.

Shaka occasionally glanced at the left side, ensuring his wife fell asleep comfortably even though they were still on their way. A flimsy smile was engraved on the corner of the lips when he saw the girl's mouth open slightly. Even so, in Shaka's eyes, his wife still looks cute and adorable.

Almost an hour away, Shaka's four-wheeled vehicle arrives at the basement parking. "Ra, wakeup. We're at it." Shaka's hand rubbed Zahira's cheek very carefully.

Zahira's eyelids moved, then slowly the beautiful eyeball opened slowly. "I fell asleep for a long time, huh, Ka?" tanyakanya. The girl's life has not been fully collected.

Instead of feeling upset, Shaka smiled broadly. "Yes, but no problem. I can maklumin." Again and again the man behaved sweetly in front of Zahira. "Wait here!" before getting out of the car. He walked around and opened the door on Zahira's side.

"Be careful, don't get your head stumbled!" Shaka warns Zahira to be more careful. The next hand he now put on the car door, preventing his wife's head from being sucked while the other side was outstretched in front of Zahira.

Shaka and Zahira walk side by side down the apartment hallway to their dwelling. The silent atmosphere only heard the sound of a step knock echoing along the hallway. The two people continue to put a smile on their lips, steal a look at the couple and when they accidentally meet then they will be bowed to shame.

Oh, my God, why am I like a teenager who just fell in love when I was dating before, but why does it feel different when I'm near Zahira.

God, am I dreaming? However, if this is a dream, but why does it feel so real? inner Zahira.

Along the way, Shaka and Zahira continue to monologue without stopping their steps towards their palace. Until without feeling they have arrived at the apartment unit.

"Well, is Papa here?" shaka asked as he looked at the figure of the middle-aged man sitting sweetly on the sofa while playing the mobile phone. The television in the living room lit up, but apparently was unable to attract the attention of the fifty-two-year-old man.

Rio immediately lowered the side of his foot that was superimposed onto his left thigh, then placed his mobile phone onto the long table. Clucked in annoyance at getting a non-dressful welcome. "True Zahira said! You should have approached Papa, then kissed the back of my hand first. After that I just asked what purpose Papa came here."

Zahira extended a hand forward, then greeted her father-in-law. "Have you been here long?" tanyanya gently.

Instantly the annoyance in Rio's heart slowly dissipated when he heard the soft melodious voice from his youngest son-in-law. "Old lumayan, son. But no problem, Papa can still wait for you. Rather than the Beo not being able to return the cage, it was even more swishing."

Rio still had a vein of shame until the last sentence he did not say in front of his daughter-in-law and beloved child.

"Where have you been, how come this hour just came home? Then, why did you guys get along well, instead of just said Budhe Erna you and Shaka had a fight?" rio asked curiously.

Shaka snorted in annoyance at the question of the papa. "At first me and Rara did have a fight due to Papa's selfishness that forced me to accept the woman's case. However, after we talked about it carefully and head coldly, Rara and I decided not to prolong the matter."

"I almost lost Zahira when she didn't give me a little chance to explain everything. Try to imagine if Papa insisted earlier Rara did not want to listen to my explanation, could be destroyed our household," complained Shaka in front of Rio. He unhesitatingly expressed his deepest heart in front of his father and wife.

Rio's eyes were closed, permeating every sentence spoken by Shaka. This time he was careless because he almost destroyed the future of his beloved son. "I'm sorry, Papa, Son. Papa was truly sorry for having urged you back then."

"Therefore, Papa deliberately came here to convey important things related to the fraud case involving the woman," Rio continued with a face full of regret.

"What's important, Pa?" shaka asked curiously. And so is Zahira. The girl was sitting restlessly next to Shaka. The palms begin to get wet with an irregular heartbeat.

"Papa had already passed the case to Irhan. So, from tomorrow it will be no longer you who handle Ziva's case but your coworkers who continue the fight to defend your ex-lover."

Like getting rain in the middle of a long dry season, the faces of Shaka and Zahira changed in that very second. Who would have thought without effort finally Zahira's wish was granted, the husband is no longer a lawyer Ziva.

"really? You're not lying, are you?" shaka asked as she inched closer to Rio. It was obvious that a hue of happiness was emanating from the glare of her shady eyes.

Rio nodded. "Papa didn't lie, Ka. Last afternoon the overflow case file Papa gave to Irhan. Whether you accept it or not is not Papa's business. If he refuses then Papa does not mind giving a letter of dismissal even though he is Mr. Gunawan's son. Papa is the owner of the office and more powerful than Mr. Gunawan. So Papa's not afraid to use the powers that be."

Zahira's father-in-law patted Shaka's shoulder slowly. "Papa will not sacrifice your happiness for personal gain because you and Zahira are the most precious treasure of all."

Zahira was full of hearing Rio's words. He felt grateful for having good in-laws like Rini and Rio. Since long ago until now, their affection remains the same even more after she became Shaka's wife.

"Thank you very much, Pa, for helping me escape the woman's entanglement. I don't know how to repay all Papa's kindness" Shaka said.

Rio let go of the hand that was currently touching Shaka's shoulder, staring at the face of the child as well as his daughter-in-law in turn. "There's one way you can do it. Yeah count it out in return because Papa helped you break free from that woman."

Shaka clucked in annoyance. He thought Rio sincerely helped, but apparently there was a reciprocity to be given.

Just as the man was about to get up, Rio blocked his son's arm and said, "Papa hasn't finished talking, son. Sit down!" decisively.

The young nosed lawyer let out a rough sigh. Without refuting, he complied with Rio's request. "What do you ask for in return?"

The corner of Rio's lips was pulled upwards, forming an arch like an arrow bow. "Papa wants you to go on your honeymoon, give us a little granddaughter, cute and adorable. Easy right?" he said while raising both eyebrows.

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