The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Before the First Night

Long enough they rest and now it's time to explore the beauty of the country of Kangaroos. Shaka had woken up first, he decided to clean his body to make it more fresh and fragrant when adjacent to Zahira.

Shaka approached Zahira who was still fast asleep under a thick blanket wrapped around her petite body. He sat on the edge of the bed, observing the natural beauty of a Najma Zahira. You've always been beautiful, Ra. However, honey, I only realized that after we grew up.

The man reached out his hand towards the cheek, then rubbed it gently. "Ra, wakeup. It's nine in the morning."

Feeling the softness of a person's hand, Zahira's eyelids blinked and opened slowly. "Ehm .. Yes, Ka. I woke up" he replied in a hoarse voice typical of people waking up. Being late for two hours makes the girl's body feel fresher than usual despite still experiencing jet lag.

Shaka swiftly helped the wife get up from the bed. "You wash your face and change your clothes first, I'll wait in the lobby. When you're ready, follow me downstairs."

Zahira nodded, she headed towards the bathroom in the corner of the room while Shaka stepped out of the room. The man chose to wait for his wife in the lobby instead of staying on one roof too long with his wife. Not because he was reluctant to be in the same room but he was afraid that his mind was getting messed up because he thought of something that made his maleness soul rise.

As a normal man Shaka of course understands that, especially Zahira is a halal partner for him and legitimate only if he touches the girl. However, he did not want to touch Zahira before being given permission by the owner of the body. He wants to do that on the basis of liking and not sheer compulsion.

A few minutes later, Zahira came out of the bathroom. Then, the girl rushed to wear a white shirt combined with blue jeans with thumb hair and white sneakers. He and Shaka agreed to wear white T-shirts and sneakers for the first day of the Jacaranda flower hunt.

"Shaka, I'm ready! Walk now!" zahira said after he arrived at the hotel lobby.

Shaka who was busy playing his mobile phone immediately turned to the source of the sound. The man's eyelids did not blink in the slightest as his net caught the figure of a beautiful woman next to him. The nose is sharp, the eyeball is shaded, the lips are ripe and thin, the skin is white clean like marble. The fusion between Asia and Europe was clearly on Zahira's face.

Waving his hands in front of Shaka's face. "Ka, come! Kok even daydream. Is there something wrong with my clothes?" zahira asked while watching her appearance.

The lawyer blinked a few times. Jesus, Shaka. Why are you staring at Zahira like a beast. What if Zahira gets angry and angry with you? Your honeymoon plan can be overblown, the man wrote in his heart because in a narrow state he even admired the beauty of the girl.

Pause for a while to hide the awkwardness of being found looking at Zahira. "Nothing's wrong. Your appearance is pretty okay." Shaka clasped Zahira's fingers tightly and said, "Come, walk. I'll invite you to enjoy the beauty of the Jacaranda flower in town hall and Frys Reserve, Kogarah."

As Zahira expected, Sdyney has a very beautiful view during the day especially when they come to the country in spring to along the way can enjoy the purple flowers called Jacaranda flowers. This flower is just like the cherry blossoms that only flower once a year.

The happy sparkle emanated clearly in the beautiful clear eyeballs. Beautiful curved lips staring at the beauty out there from inside the taxi car. "really good. Not to be outdone by the Japanese," muttered softly without taking his eyes off along the road to his right.

Shaka deliberately asked the taxi driver to slow down the speed of the vehicle because he wanted Zahira to enjoy their trip.

"In a moment we reach my langganaan cafe, where my usual friends and I hang out when it hits. Coincidentally the cafe is open 24 hours," said Shaka.

Not long after, the taxi stopped right in front of the cafe that Shaka meant. The distance between the cafe and the male campus is not too far only takes about five minutes. Zahira smiled broadly at the cafe which was quite cozy, designed as attractive as possible to make visitors feel at home for a long time there.

"What do you want to eat, Ra?" shaka asked after a female servant handed over the menu book.

"Ehm .. What is it, Ka. It is delicious and definitely filling. You know for yourself, it feels less afdol if you do not eat rice. It felt like something was lacking," Zahira half-joked. He was used to not eating heavy meals at breakfast. Eating bread and salad made him feel full.

"Everything's good, Ra, just choose according to taste. But ... if I'd rather eat Italian noodles. It's delicious and it's pretty filling."

Both of Zahira's brows furrowed, a puzzled sign. "Italian noodles? You mean, spaghetti?" tanyanya hesitated.

Shaka nodded quickly. "Rubber. The spaghetti bolognesse in this cafe is pretty tasty, Ra. If you want, order it."

"Yes, I ordered that. Drink it hot matcha."

Shaka flicked a finger to call the waiter, then mentioned their order. While waiting for the order, he and his wife had a warm conversation enjoying their time together.

"Eating up, I'll take you to college and show you some places I used to go with friends. Coincidentally my friend is continuing his master at the same campus so later I will know you to him."

Zahira who was sending a message to Arumi and Rini immediately looked at Shaka. A little confused why her husband wanted to invite her to meet someone.

"You are calm, my friend is good and his wife also studied in Japan first. So you can talk with him if you are tired of hearing us talk," said Shaka as if understanding the contents of Zahira's head.

Zahira looks mangosteen after hearing Shaka's explanation. "As far as you go, Ka. I'm following what you said instead of being left alone here."

Shaka pulled his chair up to the edge of the table until his position is now very with Zahira. "Don't talk too much! How could I have left my wife alone in this country" the man said. "After all, I still want to live another thousand years to be with you."

Aah ... melted already the ice cubes in Zahira. The anger within the girl was getting more and more melted away. The strand said the man was able to tear down the defensive fort he had built after the Arjuna had lied to him.

Zahira's heart was blooming like a Jacaranda flower. The heart throbbed as if it was about to explode every time it came close to Shaka.

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