The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Meet Ziva

Zahira seems confused as to why Ziva sent a message and asked them to meet. What does her ex-fiancee want to say? Where did he get his number? Could it be from Shaka? There were a lot of questions that the girl had in mind.

Shaking his head quickly, removing the negative thoughts that perched in his mind. "Shaka and Ziva aren't close so maybe my husband gave his wife's number to his ex-fiance. I had to believe that my husband wasn't involved in all this" she told herself.

Although there is still pain in her heart due to the lies that Shaka did and also had time to catch them going together, but Zahira tried to forget it all and began to trust her husband again. Moreover, Shaka asks for time to learn to accept and love Zahira as a wife rather than as a friend.

Not wanting to die of curiosity, Zahira also typed a message in return. ["Well, twelve o'clock right I've arrived there."]

After making sure the message was sent, Zahira put the phone back on the nightstand. "We'll see what she wants to tell me." Then, the girl went up to the bed, laying down her body that felt tired due to busy work.

The next day, Zahira returned to prepare food for all of them. Today the beautiful doctor made his own homemade chicken porridge assisted by budhe Erna. With a recipe from Google Mbah, he managed to prepare three bowls of chicken porridge complete with intestinal satay and ati ampela.

"Ehm .. The porridge is delicious, Ra. I wanted to go further, but unfortunately there was no leftover in the pot," Shaka half-joked. He seemed to enjoy a bowl of porridge made by his wife.

Zahira smiled shyly, a tinge of pink hue emanating clearly on the face. The heart was pounding irregularly because for the umpteenth time, the man was able to tear apart his heart. The praise that came over and over again and the sharp eyes managed to make the girl complacent by the charm of the Arjuna.

"If you like it, I'll make it for you again" Zahira replied. Down in shame hid his blushing face like a boiled crab.

"Of course I like it. All the food you cook yourself, I love it. The seasoning and taste are very suitable on my tongue. Not too salty and not too bland. Perfect!" Shaka raised the thumb of his right hand and index finger to form the letter O into the air.

More blushed, Zahira received praise from her husband. The heart of the girl flowered to see Shaka eating his homemade porridge very greedily.

"Oh yeah, I want to ask permission to meet someone at the Dusk cafe during the break, Ka," said Zahira while they were busy eating breakfast.

Shaka paused his activities for a moment, he looked up at the beautiful face of the wife. Eyebrows are linked to each other. "Meet who? Male or female? What business is that guy looking for you for?" scowl the man without pause. Suddenly, Shaka's feelings turned unsettled.

"The person I'm going to meet is a woman. On what business, I don't know either. He just asked me to come in at exactly twelve in the afternoon. How, Ka, can't you?"

Eyes squealing more sharply like a knife that was about to swerve about the heart made the feather kudu Zahira goosebumps for a moment. The man's eyes were indeed as sharp as the gaze of Rayyan, Zahira's real father.

"Who do you want to meet? No way, 'cause if you don't know who that guy is."

However, Shaka is still not satisfied with his wife's answer. Then he said again, "Tell me, Ra, who do you want to meet? Why are you hiding something from me? Are we not in agreement, there will be no secrets between us. Now you're denying."

Zahira's right hand stretched forward, cupping the back of her husband's hand. "I'm sorry, Ka, I can't tell you. But I promise once I'm done dealing with that guy I'll tell you. So, please, give me permission to meet him." The girl's eyes blinked expectantly.

"Yes, I give you permission. But if something bad happens to you I won't hesitate to make the same calculation even if she's a woman, I still reply."

Zahira was stunned to hear her husband's words. He looked back to the front with an indecipherable eye. Being protected like this made the girl feel ... deeply loved and as if the entire contents of the earth were within the grasp of a hand. If there were only three men guarding him, this time there were four and that man would live together until death separated.

The day is getting day, the sun is getting hotter illuminating parts of the southern hemisphere and all parts of the eastern hemisphere. Zahira has tidied all her luggage into the bag she bought from Shaka's hard-earned lawyer.

"Doctor Zahira, want to have lunch together? Doctor Nizam and I are planning to have lunch at the restaurant that went viral on social media, Doc. The restaurant whose entire staff was angry was not clear to customers. I want to feel how it feels to eat served by sour-faced, unfriendly and always yelling at customers, must be exciting," said Hanna, a Zahira colleague. The iris of the woman's eyes sparkled happily imagining it all.

Zahira. "Sorry, Doctor Hanna, I can't come. You two go" replied the girl as she grabbed the sling bag, then put it on her shoulder. "I have a promise to meet people. Maybe next time we walk together.

"I'm first, Doc. Hye!" zahira waved in the air and ran out of the room.

The twenty-four-year-old beautiful woman stared cengo at Zahira. "Hurry up, who does he want to see? Maybe husband?" muttered Hanna Lirih. Not wanting to make the storm wait too long, Hanna walked out of the room.

Along the hospital hallway, Zahira continued to catch her breath. Take a deep breath, then exhale slowly. He repeated it over and over again until it felt quite calm. However, the anxiety does not disappear even more so-so.

Lord, give me the courage to face that woman.

Zahira further accelerated his pace towards a special parking lot for hospital doctors. Before advancing her four-wheeled vehicle, the girl took a deep breath and said, "Okay, Zahira, now is the time for you to face Ziva. Don't let him snatch what's already yours."

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