The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Birthday Cake from Ziva

"Mbak Ziva, this is your order avocado juice." Ziva's housekeeper offered the juice to his employer. Previously Ziva did ask Mbok Asih to make his favorite juice and bring the fresh drink shortly after he finished exercising.

Without saying the word 'thank you', Ziva grabbed the glass from the tray. "Oh yeah, did my assistant come?" asked the woman while stirring the avocado juice using a straw.

"Mbak Anya hasn't-"

"I'm here, Va!" Anya interrupted the conversation between Ziva and Mbok Asih.

Mbok Asih bowed his head respectfully while greeting the trust person of the employer. "Good morning, Miss Anya."

Anya replied, "Good morning too, Mbok." The woman walked over to Ziva's chair, then sat down next to him. "I brought you your seat, Va. Open it."

Seeing Anya carry her order, Ziva smiled broadly to reveal a row of white and clean teeth. Jemari lentik the model grabbed the package. "Thank you's. You are always reliable."

Anya was grieving. "The turn gets what it wants, you just praise me. However, your wish turn is not granted even angry." The beautiful twenty-five-year-old woman changed her sitting position to face Ziva. "You're going to Mr Rio's firm?"

Ziva who was busy sipping avocado juice nodded his head. "So dong. Later in the afternoon during the break, I will come to see Shaka, surprise him and want to thank him for his help I can win the case that had ensnared me. If only Shaka hadn't helped me then maybe that son of a bitch wouldn't have been rewarded for what he did to me."

"But didn't Irhan help you win the case? Then, why do you even want to meet Shaka and say thank you to your ex-lover? Why don't you just meet Irhan, anyway he's been wiri to and fro in your case, not Mr. Shaka."

Ziva put a glass filled with avocado juice on the table with a little slamming it until a loud sound was heard. "That's my business, Anya. You have no right to interfere! Remember, your duty is to obey only what I command. Understood?" said the model while giving off a sharp look.

Anya sighed. "I just want you to stop approaching Mr. Shaka, Va. However, between you and him there is no relationship anymore. Mr. Shaka is married, Va, and you should not continue to meet a married man. It is not good to be the third person in the household relationships of others, especially you are a model. What if your image is destroyed again because there is gossip that says that you became an actor? You want your career ruined again, hem?"

"I don't care, Anya! Want them to call me an actor or whatever it is, bodo very. The most important thing is that I can get Shaka back, anyway, that guy has to be mine again."

Ziva's personal assistant shook his head. The woman could no longer say. All this time was too tired to advise his best friend and boss. "Yes, it's up to you, Va. However, if later in the day you experience problems over this attitude of yours, do not blame me! I've tried to think of you, you know."

Ziva sneered and rolled his eyeballs lazily. "Just assistant doang, belagu!"

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Shaka looked up his head when he heard the door open, and Ziva and David appeared behind the woman in open clothes.

"Sorry, Mr. Shaka. I've told Miss Ziva that you're very busy today, but she doesn't believe in it at all and keeps pushing in" said Shaka's personal assistant David. The man looked frightened when he realized the sharp eyes as if to hit the heart. The palms felt cold and sweat began to appear on the forehead.

"But, right, Miss Ziva can-"

"Udah there, go! Just bother!" sergeant Ziva was quick before David finished his speech.

David pulls Ziva's arm and throws the woman into the street for interfering with Shaka's work, but being rude to a woman is not a commendable act. Abstinence for the man to commit acts of violence against the Eve.

Feeling that his presence was not expected by one of Rio's former corporate office clients, David was about to leave Shaka's room. But, ....

"You don't have to go out, Vid. Just stay here!" shaka exclaimed with a thunderous voice like the roar of lightning during the day, making anyone who heard would feel frightened.

Shaka deliberately asked David to remain in the room because he did not want slander, which was the opportunity used by irresponsible people to destroy his marriage with Zahira. It could have been when he and Ziva were alone, there was someone peeking then photographing them and sending to Zahira, then there was a commotion between the couple. Shaka did not want to sleep in their household hit by a powerful storm surge to cause shipwreck in the middle of the sea. No. gabe. Shaka, don't want that to happen!

Shaka looked at Ziva coldly. "What need are you looking for me for? Are we not there nothing to talk about anymore?"

Ziva puckered his lips forward. Upset because Shaka's attitude is not as warm and gentle as when they were together.

"Who said, nothing?" said Ziva with a tone made to pray. He walked up to Shaka, and again said, "I ...." The woman was correcting her words when her tail accidentally saw the glare of a sharp eye like an eagle. "I mean, I. Yes, my presence here would like to discuss something important with Mr. Shaka. However, I would like to speak to you face to eye."

"Can, Mr Shaka, get this guy out of here? I'm not free if someone else has to eavesdrop on us both." Ziva pointed at David who was in the doorway. The woman's face paled with hopeful eyes.

Shaka grumbled hearing it. If in the past the man will immediately obey Ziva's request without being asked for a second time, but for this time of course he does not want because there is a heart that must be maintained his feelings.

"If Miss Ziva does object to the presence of David, my assistant, you should leave this room immediately. I still have a lot of work to do." Without looking at Ziva's face, Shaka began to preoccupy himself with a pile of files on the table.

Ziva grunts. "Well, if that's what you want." So, women who work in the modeling world take something out of a recycled plastic bag that is in his hand and then thrust it in front of Shaka. "I came here to give you this. Happy birthday, Shaka Abimana," he said as he opened the package.

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