The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Incidents in the Hospital

Zahira walked in haste until her petite body accidentally hit someone. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" the woman said.

"So you found that son of a bitch again, hem?"

The baritone's voice succeeded in making Zahira look up the head. And how surprised he was when he found the figure of a tall man was looking at him closely with eyes that were difficult to interpret. The eyeballs widened perfectly, the heart beating rapidly when it realized Shaka was the one who was hit by him some time ago.

"S-sad ... Have you arrived?" asked Zahira stammering. It was hard to swallow the saliva when it realized the man's gaze held a rage that was ready to explode at any moment.

"Of course I have! You think I'd let my wife spend too long with another man?" sahut Shaka was still in a cold tone.

The man with a big nose with thick eyebrows curled over his sharp eyes looked at his wife from head to toe, then said, "Why are you still seeing Nizam? Didn't I ever ask you to stay away from him? Then, why now you even openly send a message to me to meet you two. Totally nuts!"

When he said the last sentence, he unintentionally raised his tone in front of Zahira. The man was really upset because for the umpteenth time Zahira broke his orders.

Zahira bowed, not daring to stare at Shaka's brown bead. Hands squeezing each other. He realized that he had made a big mistake because he met another man even though his husband had forbidden him. "I had to do it, honey, because I couldn't bear to see him put on a hard face. You know for yourself that I'm the one with no heart."

There was a rough sigh from Shaka. The anger that bound the man vanished along with a puff of breath coming out of his nose.

In addition to being gentle, loving and loyal, Zahira has an unbearable nature to someone so that not infrequently his attitude is often used by others. Luckily, Ghani and Zavier are always protective until the guts of the bad guys shrivel up when faced with Zahira's twin brothers.

Shaka turned to his beloved wife. "What are you talking about together? Did he hurt you? Answer my question, dear."

"He ... he ...." Zahira stutters. I don't know if she doesn't know if she has to tell her husband the truth or not.

Both of Shaka's hands touched the shoulders of his beloved wife. "Jawab to be honest, dear. What did he tell you?" asked the man softly.

Zahira ventured, staring at the chocolate bead of the idol. "She asked me a lot of questions, honey, about our vacation yesterday. The woman paused for a moment her sentence. Take a deep breath, then exhale slowly. "In addition he also said that all this time .. liked me."

Shaka's jaw is hardened. Both hands clenched perfectly beside his body. "Shoppers! How dare he shoot people! I should have taught you guys a lesson long ago!"

Without being prevented, Shaka walked half-run towards the coffee shop which was not too far away from their current position. Zahira was surprised when her beloved husband left just like that by harboring emotions that had reached the crown.

"Darling, wait for me!" Zahira follows Shaka. The sound of the woman's screams made some visitors and hospital employees stare at her.

Zahira managed to grab Shaka's arm when the man was just about to push the door. "Don't do something that will hurt yourself!" Head shook his head, said softly and eyes filled with pleading.

However, Shaka, who had been lulled by Satan's persuasion, did not heed Zahira's words. He violently brushed off his wife's hand and immediately pushed open the door of the glass cafe.

Shaka scanned the room, looking for Nizam among the many people sitting in the cafe. The roar of breath was increasingly hunting, the chest was a kembis when the tail of his eyes caught the figure of the man he was looking for was standing in front of the cashier table.

Without a second thought, Shaka walked up to Nizam. He patted Nizam's shoulder to make the man look to the left side.

A hard punch shot perfectly into Nizam's face until the man lined up behind him, almost hitting someone else who was waiting in line behind him. Grimaced to the pain while holding her face.

"Basic Bastard! Men are not ashamed! How dare you take someone's wife. Want to be a pebinor, huh?" In a still blazing rage, Shaka crunched forward. Gripping the collar of a shirt wrapped in white snelli. He again punched a hard fist in Nizam's face blindly.

Nizam looked overwhelmed. Wanting to retaliate, Shaka dominates and does not give him a chance even to fend off every blow directed at him. His body had to be knocked down, hit several chairs and flower vases placed on the table of visitors.

"Darling, stop! Please, don't fight anymore!" yelled Zahira hysterically. However, the sound of the scream was not even touched by Shaka. While the visitors, waiters and cashiers in the room were just glued and silent without any intention to divorce them.

"You're the shameless man I've met. Already know the wife of people, still being dragged. Stupid doctor! Beg*!" All sorts of coarse swearing kept coming out of Shaka's lips.

"What if people's wives? There is a time to break up, especially those of you who are married without love in your heart. It's better for Zahira to be with me than to live in a household with a man who never loved her."

Hearing Nizam's words, Shaka grew furious. He again hit the raw bogem on Nizam's face making fresh liquid drain from Nizam's nostrils.

Not wanting anything bad to happen to her beloved husband, Zahira seeks help from two security men who stand guard at the entrance. The woman approached the two of them for help.

"Basic pebinor! Goddamnit!" shaka exclaimed after the two men were separated by the security Zahira asked for help. One holds Shaka's body back from attacking Nizam, while the other holds Zahira's colleague.

"What if I'm a player, huh? Trouble for you?" cibir Nizam while rubbing the red fresh liquid that pours out in both nostrils.

Shaka tries to escape from the clutches of security in navy uniforms, but the tall and well-built man does not let the son-in-law of the hospital leader take it off.

"Take me off! Let me beat him to death! How dare he try to take my wife!"

Zahira who was standing in the doorway watched the incident with a deathly pale face. For a long time he began to worry if Shaka returned to attack Nizam until his coworkers were killed. Then, he stepped slowly and approached.

"Honey, it's .. don't have emotions anymore. Calm yourself" whispered Zahira gently beside her husband's ear.

"How unemotional, he intends to take you away from me, dear. I won't let anyone have you. You belong to me."

"Yes, I know. Yes, no more emotions. We better leave this place right now."

Shaka's chest deflated as Zahira's speech began to enter his ears. The fire that blazes in the chest is slowly doused will induce the wife.

Slowly, the navy uniformed security released its grip on Shaka's body.

"Again I see you approaching my wife, I will not hesitate to finish you with my own hands!" hiss Shaka then grabbed Zahira's hand. "We're leaving now!"

The couple turned their bodies. Their eyeballs swerved perfectly, their hearts pounding irregularly when they realized the hospital leader was already right in the doorway while staring at the three of them alternately with furious eyes.

"Three of you, come with me to the room!"

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