The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Honeymoon Plan to Japan

Waking up from his long sleep when a gurgling sound came from inside the bathroom. The eyelids move slowly, the lashes also move. When his tail was perfectly open, Zahira looked to the side, the bed on the right side empty. Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom, he was very sure if Shaka was currently in there.

Zahira smiled to herself. He felt the bed next to him. There is a sense of haru and happiness because last night was not a beautiful dream that always accompanied his sleep. Had thought if the beauty in front of the eyes will disappear after the sun again shines shining in the southern part of the world.

The recollection of how Shaka's lips kept on mentioning his name every time he stomped his maleness symbol made Zahira's heart blossom and the world feel more colorful. Now the woman is convinced that her heart and love for her man are only for her one and not for the other.

Slowly, Zahira got up and sat leaning on the headboard of the bed, spreading her gaze around. The therapeutic scent candle has been extinguished by itself. The red rose petals that had been on the bed formed to resemble a heart were scattered everywhere. The clothes they were wearing were just stumbling around in any place.

Aah .. last night they struggled so much that they did not realize that the clock showed at three in the morning local time. Zahira could not count how many times he was stranded and Shaka again led him to the peak of endless pleasure. However, one thing was certain, when Shaka was completely exhausted that was when the weak man was helpless.

As long as Shaka is still bathing, I'd better put on some clothes. It feels awkward if we meet in my state of plain body without a single piece of cloth, Zahira's inner. Then, he began to move from the bed.

"Oh, it hurts!" peekit Zahira's. The core of the body feels a bit painful and sore when made way. Spontaneous, he tightened both his legs.

Be calm, Ra! Isn't it perfectly natural for a woman to experience pain at **************** when first having intercourse? So you don't have to worry about that. Zahira tries to convince herself that if everything is still within normal limits, there is nothing to worry about.

Holding on to the edge of the wall, stuttered around trying to pick up the red dress lying on the sofa. Zahira rushes to put on the clothes before Shaka comes out of the bathroom. However, his net caught something on top of a tangled white bed sheet. The red patches are very small, but they can make Zahira feel jumbled.

"Is that ...?" A gentle leafan approached Zahira. The sound was choked and the tongue was felt mute to make the woman unable to continue her words.

When Zahira was struck, he looked at the red spots on the bed sheet, which were, at the same time the bathroom door opened wide and soon appeared a tall man figure out wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist to show his chest that was field, boxes like torn bread.

The man walked over, then wrapped his hands around her waist. "What's up, honey? Why just shut up?" Pecking the top of his wife's head without disgust or discomfort even though the woman's hair was wet and limp due to love last night.

Instead of answering Shaka's question, Zahira was still staring at the red spot on the bed sheet. Smiling softly along with the eyes began to glaze over.

Shaka reflexively follows Zahira's line of sight. The man was shocked just like his wife when he saw the red spot. The heart pumps faster than usual. There is a sense of pride coming to the surface because he managed to be the first man to suck honey from the beautiful flowers next to him.

At a time like this, Shaka remembered the figure of the ex-lover. Had he married Ziva, would he have been the first and only man to touch her? The answer may not be. Evidently when he came to Singapore, the former most beautiful was alone with another man.

Without saying much, Shaka immediately showered the top of Zahira's head many times with a kiss. "Thank you for keeping your sanctity for me alone. I feel lucky to be the first man for you, Ra."

Dropping was already a crystal circle from the corner of Zahira's eyes. Recollecting the memories of the past, as he saw with his own eyes how Shaka knelt in front of everyone, expressing love to someone. He never expected that if there would be a time when all dreams come true, the pain of losing someone and the feeling of love being pent up for almost ten years, was avenged! Now, he is the only owner of Shaka Abimana's heart.

"I've given something precious in my life just to you. So, please, don't ever leave me. I don't know what to do if you leave after you get what you want." Crying sniffled in Shaka's arms. The round of tears soaked the man's chest, mixed with water droplets on the neck slid down past the chest muscles of Zahira's husband's field.

Unraveling the embrace gave some distance between them. Shaka looked at the brown iris closely. "Ra, I'm not a jerk who just wants your chastity and then gets you after getting what I want. I really love you, but want something in return." The man paused for a moment his sentence, inhaling the oxygen that was all around. "Being the first beetle to enjoy the sweetness of honey from a flower is indeed a pride for me, but that does not mean I will just leave you and look for another flower. No, Ra!"

The two hands clutched Zahira's shoulders tighter and tighter. "Ultimately, when we were friends, I always said we would never leave you even if we had lived in a household with each other. And now when our status changes to that of a married couple, it's still valid even extended for life."

Shaka's hand stretched forward, rubbing the corner of the heart's watery eyes. Watching the beautiful face of his beloved wife makes the man's chest feel tight like being crushed by a huge chunk of stone. Feeling like a fool for letting his woman be sad. "Listen to my words! We'll always be together. You, me and our kids. Understood?"

Zahira nodded her head weakly. It feels so good that he, Shaka and their children live happily ever after as in the fairy tale that Rayyan always reads before the beautiful doctor sleeps.

Tidying up long black hair strung out using between fingers. "Your body must have been sticky from our love last night. You should take a shower so that your body is fresher. After that we have breakfast and go to the airport."

"Huh, airport?" peekik Zahira with eyes wide perfectly. "Why are we going to the airport? Do you want to pick up Papa and Mama who intend to vacation with us?"

Shaka smelled a smile and clamped Zahira's nose in a fit of anxiety. "Don't pick up my parents. I was thinking last night about taking you on a honeymoon to another country. Yeah, while we're both on leave, so I'd like to take you on a vacation to some romantic place."

Both eyebrows furrowed confused markings. This is all outside their plans. Initially Zahira and Shaka decided to vacation for five days in Australia, but in the middle of the road apparently the man changed his mind.

"Where are we going on vacation, Ka?"

Shaka turned Zahira's body until the woman's back position was attached to the chest. Hugged the woman from behind. The breaths of the two hunted and the heartbeat grew more and more irregular.

"I want to go on my honeymoon to Japan, where you went to college. There must be many exciting tourist attractions that can be visited by newlyweds like us," said Shaka increasingly tightly hugging Zahira from behind. Her pointy chin was placed on the woman's shoulder.

"In addition, I also want to know how your brother is super cold like the north pole. We haven't seen each other in a long time. I think .. I miss that guy. The man who was now my brother-in-law," chuckled softly half-jokingly.

Shaka dyed Zahira's strands of black hair. "Prepare, let's go today."

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