The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
The Instinct of a Mother

Meanwhile, in a different place there are two pairs of husband and wife and one nineteen-year-old girl are gathering in the back garden of a house in the South Tangerang area. A heritage house from Arumi's adoptive mother which is now used as a place to rest on weekends. Usually Rayyan and Rio will invite his wife and children to stay there while enjoying their time together.

"Rio, how is the development of your former son-in-law's case, is all the business done?" ask Rayyan. Currently the director of an international standard hospital is sitting leaning on a lounge chair by the pool.

Rio sipped a cup of warm coffee made by the wife. Enjoy every sip of black liquid that goes into the throat. "Still not yet, Ray. The opposing lawyers are still trying to fight back, but I'm pretty sure we'll win the case despite the odds."

Rayyan is a mangosteen. "Good then. I hope your son's former fiancee's case isn't over before my son goes home on his honeymoon. I don't want that woman interrupting Zahira's vacation time."

Rio put the coffee cup back on the table. "You just calm down. Even if Ziva's case is over, I won't let that woman ruin Rara and Shaka's holiday mood. I will look for any way to dissuade the woman from becoming the third person among my beloved son and daughter-in-law.

Rayyan glanced at Rio who was feeding the fried banana. "Must dong! It has become your duty to look after my daughter who is now your daughter-in-law. Just be careful if Zahira gets hurt, I'm not afraid to beat you up!" threaten her. The oriental-faced man never messes with his words.

Hearing that remark, Rio chuckled, "Not just beating, you can also inject me to death if you let Zahira get hurt."

As the Adamites engage in an exciting conversation, three beautiful women seem to focus on their work. Arumi assisted Rini is turning sausage, beef, meatballs and shrimp on the grill. Shakeela herself is in charge of preparing cutlery for everyone. Tonight this week the mother of four children took the initiative to hold a barbeque party at the house of the late beloved mother.

"Sha, don't forget to pour drinking water into the glass so you don't drag your meal" Arumi said, trying to remind her youngest child.

"Ok, ready, Bun!" shakeela Sahut. The youngest of four siblings immediately followed the orders of the mother. Five glasses of glass he put on the table, then poured water into the glass alternately.

"Rin, so you and Rio are okay?" asked Arumi on the sidelines of their activities grilling food.

Rini's hand fingers are busy smearing beef, meatballs, sausages and shrimp using barbeque sauce. "Udah. It was fortunate that Mas Rio immediately realized his mistake. Otherwise, tonight we're unlikely to accept your offer for a barbeque party."

"Don't go together, I don't sleep in one room. It is better for me to sleep in the guest room than to spend the night with a selfish husband who only thinks about his work without ever thinking if if his decision will harm many people" continued Rini. The middle-aged woman still looked annoyed even though all the problems had been resolved.

The clamp in Arumi's right hand was placed next to the grill, then gently rubbed the shoulder of the friend. "Udah ah, don't bring any more emotions! Everything is finished. Ziva's case is handled by Irhan, while Shaka and Zahira are enjoying their honeymoon. Now you just learn to forgive Rio's mistakes, pity him from earlier you cuekin continue."

Rini turned her head back. Rio's face was indeed a little different from usual. Although the man tried to cover his grief by laughing and acting as if everything was fine, but the face of the husband could not be covered.

Rini sighed in hearing what Arumi said. To be honest, he did not have the heart to be a duck-talk to his beloved husband, but Rio's decision to force Shaka to accept the Ziva case made his emotions explode.

At dinner, everyone sat down at their own place. Dinner was silent no one said a word, only the clinking of a spoon and fork clashed with a plate.

Arumi enjoys dinner with loved ones. A husband, son and two best friends make her life more perfect. Moreover, now Rini and Rio are not only relatives but also as besan.

Just as Arumi was about to slice through her beef, something hit the middle-aged woman's heart as she imagined the face of her third child, Zahira. The subtle leaflet he felt was accompanied by a feeling that was difficult to describe.

"Babe, what happened to you?" rayyan whispered in Arumi's ear.

Rayyan's voice was very slow. Every word that is spoken hints at a concern for his partner. Since then until now, the attitude of the man has never changed even though soon they will celebrate their 25th wedding.

The corner of Arumi's lips lifted. The middle-aged woman smiled gently and said, "I'm nothing, Mas. It was silent because I seemed to get the feeling that our daughter's relationship with your best friend's child was getting closer. Ehm .. maybe even soon there will be a baby cry to enliven our home."

Rayyan's eyes widened perfectly, quite surprised by Arumi's words. "Where do you know that tonight's my daughter and the son of a bitch"

"Mas, stop! Don't let your words be with Rini and Rio! It's not good to hear them" whispered Arumi trying to remind Rayyan. He looked at the couple sitting across from him. Luckily, they did not hear Rayyan.

Arumi confirmed his sitting position. "Where do I know good news is coming to our family? The answer is .. My instinct as a mother is to say it all. So, from now on you should be nice to our daughter-in-law. I don't want Rara to be sad to see her husband continue to be persecuted by you," giggled softly at the sight of Rayyan's hard-to-understand facial expression.

Rayyan sneered and rolled her eyes. "depends. If that boy doesn't make trouble then I won't abuse him." However, deep down in the deepest heart actually Rayyan is happy because now her favorite child has found happiness. Living with someone who loves and loves us is like the world is within our grasp.

That is exactly what Rayyan hopes to his four children, they can live happily with their partner. That was the only small dream of a famous hospital director, seeing Triplet and Shakeela happy forever.

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