The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Don't Eat a Lot of Durian, Later Gumoh!

"I'm home!" shaka said as he arrived at the apartment. However, no one even spoke his words.

Both eyebrows furrowed confused markings. Tumben once, Zahira did not welcome my arrival. Usually he would stand on the other end while smiling warmly at me. Is he still in the hospital? inner Shaka.

Body tired from a day of work plus having to finish all work before the time off leave makes Shaka inevitably come home late from usual. Therefore, he could not pick up his wife in the hospital. So do not be surprised if at this time he is a little confused looking for the existence of Zahira.

Walking down the small hallway to the living room, Shaka intended to turn his body to one of the rooms at the end of the room but he heard a noise in the kitchen. Curious, he decided to walk towards the kitchen. Smile in the corner of the lips when he saw Zahira was moving the body in rhythm with the music that was playing.

"Straight to yes dome like woah, woah, woah."

"Straight to yes dome like ah, ah, ah."

(Pink Venom by Blackpink)

Zahira really enjoyed the melodious sound of one of the South Korean girl bands. His body also swayed to and fro so smoothly.

Shaka was glued for a while on the spot, his eyelids not blinking in the slightest as in front of his eyes he saw clearly his wife dancing while continuing to prepare dinner dishes for all of them.

Every time Zahira's sexy body moves in that moment the man's jaw moves, swallowing the saliva with great difficulty. Why is Zahira so sexy and seductive lately? Then, the man's gaze began to descend toward the buttocks of the wife. And-"

"Den Shaka's home yet?" budhe Erna from behind. The woman's voice instantly disperse the daydream of Shaka who had floated for a while.

Shaka jumped in shock and almost dropped his briefcase on the floor. The man's heart immediately beat irregularly, the face flushed with a body flow that began to feel hot starting from the earlobe and spread everywhere.

Shiet! What are you doing Shaka? You almost let your filthy mind control the contents of your head, Shaka wrote in his heart.

The reddish hue on Shaka's face looked so contrasted with his skin color that it made Budhe Erna seem so worried about the child of her master. "Den Shaka has a fever? Want Budhe to make wedang?" ask the woman worried.

The owner nodded, then shook his head and nodded again quickly. I don't know why the man's mind went blank after being caught staring at the female figure in front of him without batting an eye.

"Aden is really sick? Then Budhe will prepare the medicine for Aden." Unceasingly stale Budhe Erna hurriedly walked towards the kitchen.

Hearing the noise in the doorway, Zahira who had finished dancing and had arranged the dishes at the dining table turned her gaze straight ahead. How surprised he was when he saw Shaka who was sculpting with illegible eyes.

"Budhe, what's wrong? Shaka why?" ask Zahira curiously. The middle-aged housekeeper started rubbing the ginger he took from the container next to the stove.

Budhe Erna turned a glance, then returned busy. "Den Shaka is sick, Ma'am. It seems to have a fever."

Without wasting time Zahira ran over to her husband. She slightly tiptoed, then reached forward to touch her husband's forehead. "Ehm ... Your body temperature is normal, but why is your face flushed?"

"What?" Shaka blinked, moving his eyelids several times. He was too close to Zahira. So close that he could feel a puff of hot breath hit his face that was getting red.

Zahira looked at her husband's brown iris. "I asked why your face is red? You're not feeling well?"

Shaka shakes. "No. I'm ... fine." He lowered Zahira's hand which was still stuck on his forehead. "I'm not sick, maybe Budhe just misunderstood."

Zahira looks like a beard. "Yes, if you are not sick. You better take a shower, then have dinner together. I'll make you your favorite meal and dessert that we can enjoy together."

Shaka cleared his throat to try to control the heartbeat that had been beating faster. Of course, he did not want Zahira to hear that their position was too intimate to cause something strange in the lawyer. "alright. Ra, I need you to get me some clothes. I often forget to bring a change of clothes every time I go to the bathroom."

Zahira chuckled softly at Shaka's request. "Yes, I'll prepare."

Dinner was also a private walk. Both Shaka and Zahira seemed to enjoy the dishes on the dining table. Currently there were only the two of them in the room because budhe Erna was busy ironing clothes in the laundry room.

"How's your job at the office, all right?" Zahira started a conversation between them.

Shaka nodded as he continued to feed the food into his mouth. "Alhamdulillah smoothly. Little by little my work began to finish because that's why I came home late and could not pick you up as usual. Sorry, huh?"

Zahira smiled faintly. "No need to apologize, you are busy. Anyway, I can drive myself even if you can't pick me up."

"Oh yes, Ka, I told you this afternoon about our honeymoon plan" Zahira said shortly after the atmosphere returned to silence.

"Then?"

"Dad gave me permission" the beautiful man replied briefly. "Say Dad, you don't eat too much duren later spit!"

Suddenly Shaka chokes on the food that had just passed through his throat. He did not expect that his father-in-law who seemed cold, assertive and rarely talk much was able to give advice implicitly to his wife. As a normal adult man of course he knows the meaning behind the word eating duren so when he heard Zahira say it he was quite surprised to choke on his own food.

"Loh, Shaka, what's wrong with you?" With a quick movement, Zahira immediately poured water into the glass, then thrust it in front of Shaka.

Without waiting for a long time, Shaka grabbed the glass and held it in half. God, why did my father-in-law say that? Did he realize that his words just caused a strange thought that had appeared in my mind some time ago? Aarghs! the man screamed in his heart.

After feeling calm, then Shaka said, "Ehm ... Real dad talk to you?" tanyanya full of search. The man's eyes squinted sharply at his wife.

"Rubber. The hell I lied."

"Do you know what that means?" Shaka again asked the wife a silly question. He was a little curious whether the girl next to him knew the meaning of duren meant by Rayyan.

Nodding Zahira replied, "Eat duren ya eat duren fruit, right? Duren is one of the fruits that smells delicious and tastes delicious. However, if too much consumption can cause intestinal-related problems such as bloating, stomach gas can even be constipated," replied the girl innocently. That answer made Shaka's eyeballs look perfect.

Oh my God, how can a smart girl like my wife not know the figurative meaning of that? Students excel while still in school, studying in Japan as well, but why is it so not understood.

Ghani, Zavier, and Rayyan's father take care of her because she seems so innocent that she can be an easy target for a jerk to lie to her.

The dinner was over, and the couple were in their rooms. Shaka had asked Zahira to sleep in one room with him, but she still did not want to be in the same room as her husband. Instead of not wanting to sleep next to each other, seeing the handsome face of his beloved husband every time he woke up was the biggest dream for Zahira. It was just that he was afraid of being caliph and instead did something stupid that would make him ashamed for a lifetime.

Zahira had just finished wearing hand body and night cream. He was about to lay down on the bed, but a short message came in and distracted the girl.

"Whose number is this? There's no sender's name" the girl murmured. The two eyebrows are linked to each other.

Curiosity arises in the girl, she opened the message. ["Tomorrow, meet me at the Dusk cafe at twelve p.m."]

The more curious Zahira when the sender of the message asked him to meet at a cafe even though he did not know who the owner of the number was.

Then, Zahira opened the profile photo of the number, when he had opened it how surprised the girl saw the photo plastered there. "Ziva?"

.

.

.