The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Muhammad Ghani Hanan's

The romantic atmosphere with a sprinkling of cherry blossoms in bloom plus the sound of koi fish pond water is so soothing to make a couple dissolve in the atmosphere. Cuddle each other, feel the heartbeat of each ah .. it feels like the world belongs to both of them while the other.

"In front of him, never harbor any feelings! If my demeanor seems to be lacking in your heart, tell me immediately so I can change it." Shaka broke down the embrace and wiped away the rest of the tears using his thumb. "You remember, won't we deal before we decide to start this relationship from scratch? Must be honest with each other, open with each other even though honesty is very painful we still hold the commitment."

With a trembling voice Zahira replied, "I also hope you will rebuke me if my attitude does not match what our religion commands. Rebuke me gently without resorting to violence."

"Remember, I may have hurt the woman I love" Shaka pinched Zahira's nose.

"Then anyway? You must be lying?" rajuk Zahira pretends to be unsure.

"Where might I lie. Aishiteimasu, Najma Zahira," whispered Shaka in Japanese. He brought his face closer until his forehead stuck to Zahira's forehead.

The two sides touch each other. The roar of breath hunting along with perverted thoughts sprung up in the mind of the man. Shaka is a normal man, especially he has felt so delicious when fused with Zahira so do not be surprised when they together arise the desire to unite with his girlfriend.

Zahira rumbled in his heart. The woman's heart was pounding and her entire blood flow was rippling rapidly. The doubt that once resided in the woman was lost when she was with the man she loved.

A couple closed their eyes. Equally advancing each other's faces, eroding the distance between them. Shaka felt the breath of his wife hit his face. However, the sound of coughing that is clearly made-up attracts attention.

"Ehem! If you want to kiss you should look for a quiet place or if you need to find lodging to be more flexible," said a man in between his cough that began to sound abnormal.

I want Zahira to disappear right now, sink to the bottom of the earth and hope she never comes to the surface again. The woman looked clumsy when caught red-handed about to kiss in a public place when the atmosphere around was quite crowded.

Oh my God, Ra, what are you doing? You may be lulled and want to kiss Shaka in front of the crowd. Stupidhead! maki Zahira in heart. A pink hue appeared on Zahira's cheeks which made the woman look even more adorable in Shaka's eyes.

If Zahira's face is reddened by the shame that whack, another case with Shaka. The man did not feel guilty at all, he even snorted annoyed because his action was stopped by the presence of the man they were waiting for.

"Ck, just interrupt! Why do you have to come at the wrong time?" cibir Shaka pursed his lips. The desire to taste the sweetness of honey on the lips of the idol of the heart just vanished.

The handsome man with the narrow-eyed sneered and twisted the lazy eyeball. "You should be thankful that I saved you from seducing Satan. Just imagine, if I hadn't come, maybe you would have kissed without any shame. Although in this country everyone behaves during the bodo period and you are free to do anything because it is halal, it is still not good to see."

Ghani, Zahira's first brother, threw a sharp glare at Shaka. "If you want, find a nearby inn and you're free to do anything with my sister. So men don't have the capital!"

Hearing Ghani's words, Zahira's pair of eyes turned perfect. Pink hue increasingly popping on his smooth face even now both ears are also red.

"Sister!" zahira shouted, not believing that Ghani would say vulgarly so.

Again and again Shaka snorted violently. "If I don't have the capital, I might take my beloved wife to meet her super duper sister who is cold and annoying."

"Basar sister-in-law durhaka. I fired my sister-in-law, I know the taste!" threaten Ghani with a sharp eye.

"You?"

Zahira shook her head. It is no stranger to see a small quarrel occur between husband and beloved sister. "Have ... been .... Why are you guys fighting anyway? Not ashamed to be everyone's spectacle?" he said wisely, trying to break up the two handsome men.

Then two handsome men spread their eyes around almost simultaneously. It was true that now everyone was looking strangely at them.

After a small quarrel between two men who were so meaningful in Zahira's life, they decided to sit in a cafe in the park. Zahira sat next to Shaka, while Ghani sat in front of his brother and sister-in-law.

"Other times, I don't want you to do immoral acts in public even if it's legal doesn't mean you're free to do anything with my sister. Understood?" Ghani started the conversation shortly after they sat down together.

"Basic baffles! Yes, I will not repeat it again," decak Shaka upset.

This time it was Ghani's turn, advising Zahira. "And you, Dek, don't ever do the same thing. This is the first and last time you saw me do something that no one else could see. You women should be able to maintain the honor and good name of the family. Do not because the air of napsu even lulled persuaded this husband."

When Ghani said the last sentence, he deliberately glanced sharply at Shaka. Shaka pretended not to listen. The lawyer turned his gaze around, watching the cafe visitors who were enjoying the dish while chatting warmly with the closest people.

Zahira nodded weakly. Shamed bowed face did not dare to look at the brown iris of the brother. "Good, Brother. I promise I won't make the same mistake."

Seeing how helpless Zahira is in front of Ghani, Shaka's instincts as a husband are moved to defend his wife. He touched Zahira's palm which was on his lap, then rubbed it gently. "Don't think of what Ghani said, take the wind! Isn't he always like that every time we meet?" his whisper was in his wife's ear.

A black uniformed male waitress with a white apron coiled around her waist delivered the third order drink of visitors sitting near a large window overlooking the bridge of a koi fish pond. Shaka and Ghani agreed to choose the place because they can see directly the beauty of cherry blossoms even though they are in the room.

"So, how long were you in Japan?" ask Ghani while sipping his favorite ice cappucino.

"Until tomorrow the day after tomorrow. Actually I have no intention at all to come to Japan, but considering you are still here and Zahira has not seen you for a long time, why don't I take her on vacation to Japan. After all I have not met you for a long time so count to meet old friends while on vacation," replied Shaka began to sip his favorite warm drink.

Ghani looks mangosteen. Inwardly quite impressed by the attitude of Shaka who was willing to take the time to meet him in between their honeymoon activities. "Ehm .. It's good that you remember to meet this brother-in-law of yours. I thought you'd just shut up and pretend you didn't recognize me."

Shaka put the coffee cup on the table. The man's laughter grew wider. "Ghani ... Ghani ... Our relationship sometimes never get along, but that does not mean I do not respect you as my brother-in-law. Your killer-killer, the truth is you're my wife's twin sister. So, there's no reason for me to disrespect you."

"Oh yeah, one more. In the future .. can not reprimand my wife like before, I do not like, Ghan. Now Rara's status is my wife's and only I have the right to rebuke her or advise her. So, please, don't do this. Understood?"

Zahira was stunned to hear her husband's words. He glanced to the side and looked at the man with a look full of admiration and adoration. Feeling protected like before makes this world feel in the grasp of his hand.

Ghani snorted in annoyance. "OK .. okay .. I'm sorry for getting out of control. Understandably, the habit of reprimanding my sister has been carried away until now."

Zahira smiled and looked at Ghani and Shaka alternately. For the first time in his life, he felt calm and happy because his husband and brother could get along despite a small quarrel between them.

Thank God for the blessing you gave me. I feel lucky to be among the two men who love me so much.

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The Visual Muhammad Ghani Hanan