The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Love from Shaka

A waiter came back to serve two plates of steak and two glasses of orange juice. The roast is steaming, emitting a distinctive aroma of meat mixed with spices. The look is so appetizing with parsley garnishes, tomatoes, broccoli and combined with creamy garlic mushroom sauce.

Shaka sliced the meat steak casually. The man's gaze occasionally stared at the beautiful face of the wife. "How about, do you like the surprise dinner I prepared for you?" ask the man in between their activities to eat dishes on the table.

Zahira looked up, venturing back to Shaka's gaze. "of course! All my life this time I had a romantic dinner with someone. You were the first man to surprise me and invite me to candle light dinner. I ... feel very happy. Thank you, Shaka." A sincere smile was on the corner of Zahira's lips. Every sentence spoken comes from the bottom of the heart.

The heart of the handsome man with a sharp nose and a beautiful barbed feel a soft sigh in the chest when Zahira said that he was the first man to surprise and invite her to a romantic dinner. In silence feel grateful because all this time in-laws and their two in-laws keep a tight-eyed girl who is now in status as his wife.

I promise after tonight that there will be another surprise that I give every week to you, Ra, as proof that I am really serious about our relationship is not just a joke, Shaka promised in my heart. He promised that from tonight he would always try to make his wife happy.

Shaka cleared his throat for a moment before replying to Zahira's words. "I'm glad you're happy. And one more thing, never say a word of thanks because actually making a wife happy is an obligation for a husband," he said with a smile.

The couple looked cheerful and cheerful. Eating dinner accompanied by candlelight and a dim atmosphere makes the restaurant so romantic like in the movies. Looking at each other, throwing sweet smiles at each other. It seems that Zahira is not willing if this moment quickly ends because of fear if the next day turns out all this is just a dream.

"Want to dance with me, Miss Shaka Abimana?" Shaka stretched out his hand in front of Zahira after they finished the dessert of strawberry ice cream. The piano clink began to sound inviting the couple to dance.

Zahira welcomes Shaka's hand. "There's no reason for me to refuse my husband's invitation."

Zahira and Shaka stepped into the center of the room. They dance to the sound of a beautiful and melodious piano. The man hugged his wife's waist very possessively, while Zahira wrapped her hands around her husband's neck. The two threw smiles at each other, looking at each other.

"Ra, you look so beautiful tonight. You are like an angel descending from the sky" Shaka praised as he looked closely at his wife's brown irises.

"So you think I wasn't pretty yesterday, was I?" zahira pretended to sulk. Pouty face with pursed lips forward.

Shaka shakes his head quickly, afraid his wife is angry and their first romantic dinner is ruined by his stupidity. "That's not what I mean. Yesterday you were beautiful just for tonight is much prettier than before."

Seeing the water full of anxiety makes Zahira to stare at his lips so that his laughter does not come off. It was quite comforting to see Shaka's face start panicking for a moment.

"Oh so, I think only tonight I look beautiful," replied the girl still with a feigned expression of annoyance.

Both of them also returned to dance to the melodious rhythm that sounded so shahdu. Both Shaka and Zahira seem to enjoy their time together. However, their activities must be stopped when the screen in the middle of the room is lit and not intermittently snapshots of two human beings from infancy to adolescence revolve with slow motion movements.

The view ahead caught Zahira's attention. Then, he released his hand that was coiled around Shaka's neck, then stood up while looking straight ahead. The photo footage out front digs back into the memories of the beautiful girl's childhood. When they were children, their daily lives were only spent playing, playing and playing without thinking about how to meet tomorrow to become a better human being than before.

A pair of beautiful eyes began to glaze over when he saw a five-year-old little boy give a star shape clasp, then put it in the hair of a girl with narrow eyes. The clasp was the first thing Zahira got from Shaka, but he threw it away after learning that the heart of the idol had been given to another woman.

Zahira needs an explanation from Shaka. The man must explain in detail. Then, he turned his back, but the girl was flabbergasted at the peak of the real surprise.

In front of Zahira, Shaka knelt with his hands thrusting a box containing a diamond ring. The handsome lawyer loudly said, "Najma Zahira Wijaya Kusuma, watched by everyone and the stars out there, I, Shaka Abimana want to ask you to be a mother to my children."

Zahira could not help but cry. The girl's tears melted between both cheeks. The girl sobbed happily because finally her dream to be proposed by someone loved was finally granted.

"Shaka?" call Zahira softly in the midst of her sobs.

"Ra, I realize that I am far from perfect as a husband. I have let you down a few times, never appreciating your feelings and always hurting your heart. However, I really have no intention at all to leave you and replace your position with another woman."

"You are like the lanterns of my life, the light and encouragement of my life. I can't help it when you get out of my life. I want you to stay by my side forever. Will you be my life partner? Being by my side in joy and sorrow? In good health or in pain? Rich or poor? Just be my life partner until God takes my life?"

"Ra, you are the only person who is very special to me not as a friend but as a wife and also my life companion. I ... love you." Shaka said aloud amid the melodious strains of the violin and the constantly rotating snippets of the photo.

Zahira was at a loss for words. The palm of the hand covered his mouth which was now like opium to Shaka. The girl's shoulders moved down and up. Really, this was the most beautiful surprise of his life.

"Ra, you want 'shall I be your halal lover?" shaka asked anxiously.

Zahira took a deep breath while closing her eyes for a moment. Then, he opened slowly and looked at the figure of the man before him. The head nodded in response. He is willing to accept Shaka to be his halal lover.

Shaka smiled. Still on his knees, the man wrapped a diamond ring around his wife's ring finger. "With this ring, I declare that you are mine." The man landed a kiss on the back of his wife's hand.

Shaka got up from his current position, then he rubbed a circle of tears that drenched Zahira's cheeks. "Thank you for giving me a second chance." Then, he cupped Zahira's cheeks, kissing and smearing the ripe lips with love. "I love you, Najma Zahira."

Zahira replied to her husband and said, "I love you too, Shaka Abimana."

Hearing the confession of love from Zahira, Shaka immediately deepens the kiss. Their lips were clenched, their tongues twisted together. Both of them dissolve in intoxicating kisses to cause strange waves in each of them.

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