The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Happy Birthday Shaka Abimana

At exactly 00.00 WIB, Zahira's mobile phone alarm went off. He deliberately set an alarm because he wanted to be the first person to say 'happy birthday' to his beloved husband.

Zahira looked at the beautiful face of Shaka so closely. The longer the amount of love in a woman the greater. Shaka Abimana has captured the whole heart of a Najma Zahira.

Zahira's hands extended forward, touching her forehead, nose, lips and chin with fine feathers and saying, "Happy birthday to you, dear. May what you aspire to be accomplished this year." The woman's words ended a brief kiss on Shaka's lips.

Shaka's body wriggled as he felt a soft touch on his lips. "Darling, why not sleep? You need anything?" asked the man with a special hoarse voice of a sleeping man. He did not realize that today was his birthday. Perhaps because too much work to do made him forget about the special day throughout history.

A sweet smile Zahira gave to her beloved husband. "I woke up remembering something."

Shaka furrowed both eyebrows, staring questioningly at the female figure in front of him. Their positions faced each other until the man could feel the heat coming from the breath of the wife.

"remember what? Did you forget something, huh?"

Zahira's stained fingers cupped Shaka's face. Stare back at the man's brown iris. "I remember that today was your birthday. Happy birthday, Shaka Abimana. My beloved husband."

There was a feeling of haru raging in the chest when he heard Zahira's words. It was the first time his wife had wished him a happy birthday after six years of separation. And it feels like cherry blossoms are blooming in the spring. Thousands of butterflies flew from inside the stomach, then danced beautifully in the air. Aah .. it feels so happy.

The muscular Legan Shaka carried Zahira's petite body in an embrace. He kissed his wife with love. "Thank you, baby, for you are present in my life. I feel lucky to have been met with a woman who is close to perfect. Fortunately you gave me a second chance, try if not, maybe now I will live in the void because I lost something so valuable in my life. Again, thank you, huh?"

Zahira raises his head. "Shaka, don't ever stay with me. I don't know what to do if you leave my side. I-i-"

The beautiful doctor with narrow eyes did not continue his sentence. Lips have been silenced by Shaka's kiss.

"It is I who do not want you to go away from me, Ra. I'm stupid for not being sensitive to my own feelings to make us part. After being given a second chance, I might just let you go. We'll live together forever."

Zahira put her face between her husband's face and neck. He wanted to sleep curled up there with Shaka's embrace. "Come, sleep. Tomorrow we must return to our activities as usual," he whispered kissing the husband's neck.

"You don't give me that gift, for me?"

"Later tonight. I've prepared a special gift for you." Next to Zahira's eyes was squealing mischievously, teasing the husband.

Zahira has indeed prepared a special gift for her beloved husband especially if not the news of her pregnancy. However, he will pack all of it so perfectly in order to give a special impression to Shaka. An impression that will never be forgotten in a lifetime.

They looked at each other with happy breaths. Shaka stroked Zahira's face.

"I'm not forcing you to prepare a gift for me. Most importantly you've always been by my side, it's the most beautiful gift of my life." Shaka paused his sentence for a moment, trying to control the subtle beatings in the heart. "I love you, baby."

"Love you too, dear."

The next day as usual Shaka will take Zahira to the hospital first before finally driving his four-wheeled vehicle to the office of the company owned by the papa. Although the distance of Mei Ling's apartment and hospital relics was quite far, it took about forty minutes, but Shaka never complained in the least. He felt lucky to have a lot of time alone with his beloved wife.

"Darling, we'll have dinner tonight at a regular restaurant, yuk? I was lazy to cook and did not want to eat home-cooked food" Zahira said when he and his husband were in the car.

"Why? Bored?"

Zahira nodded. "Really! We haven't eaten outside in a long time. It must be exciting to be able to have dinner with someone we love, accompanied by moonlight and stars above."

Zahira was not bored at all. He even prefers home cooking rather than buying in restaurants or restaurants even though in terms of taste and cleanliness need not be doubted, but I don't know the beautiful woman is calmer when processing her own food to be eaten with her beloved husband. Maybe because since childhood never get used to buying food outside even though a stack of bills of one hundred thousand dollars languished in the account Rayyan account, but Arumi still cooks food for her husband and four children. Therefore, Zahira also followed in the footsteps of the mother to continue cooking at home.

"You set it up, honey. I'm going with what you said."

Not long after, they had entered the hospital grounds. Shaka's vehicle stopped right in front of the main lobby entrance. The man turned off the car engine, then went down and turned to the left door to open the door for his beloved wife.

"Come, down!" shaka said as he reached out to Zahira.

With a smile on the corner of his lips, Zahira received the helping hand. "Thank you, my husband." Deliberately speaking in a voice is made as blank as possible. She showed her side before her husband. And that makes Shaka fall in love with being the only man who sees the adorable side of a Najma Zahira.

"Darling, don't forget about tonight! At seven o'clock you're at the restaurant. I don't want you to be late" Zahira said before entering the lobby.

Shaka's hands combed through Zahira's slightly messy hair using his fingers. "Yes, I won't be late. It's in there! If it's too late, you'll be reprimanded, you know!"

After saying goodbye, Zahira rushed to swing her legs into the hospital building. While Shaka drove his vehicle to the law office where he sought sustenance.

[David, please put my agenda together in the morning and in the afternoon. I don't want to be in the afternoon still struggling with work.]

A short message Shaka sent to his confidant. He did it all in order to fulfill his promise to his beloved wife.

Not long after, David replied to a short message from Shaka. [Okay, Mr. Shaka. I'll do what you ask.]

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