The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Falling in Love Makes Everything Beautiful
Shaka is stunned when he sees a cylindrical birthday cake on his desk. The writing of HBD (Happy Birthday) and two candles number 25 symbolizes the age of Shaka today looks so evocative. The man believes that Ziva ordered the birthday cake at their convenience store.
When Shaka was glued and mute, Ziva lit two small candles on the cake. Then it says, "Come, make a wish first, Mr. Shaka, before blowing the lily."
The spoiled sound made by the teasing made Shaka wake up instantly. Instead of making a wish, the man pushed the birthday cake a little away from her.
"I don't need a birthday cake from you, Miss Ziva. So, you should just bring the cake because I am not used to eating food from strangers," said Shaka ketus.
If the birthday cake was a gift of Zahira, it is certain that Shaka will soon take the cake from the reach of the woman in front of him. The look of the cake and its delicious taste make anyone want to taste the cake. But unfortunately, the woman was not the woman he was editing two months ago. But never mind, Shaka doesn't want to dream. If you want, he can buy a variety of cakes in the same store with his own money.
Getting an unexpected response made Ziva quite surprised when he heard Shaka's answer. "Huh? I mean, Mr. Shaka, ask me to bring this cake home. That so?" tanyanya.
"Rubber! I'm afraid you put something in that food. Understandably, today many bad people who justify all kinds of ways to get what they want. Even though in a dirty way, they will not care as long as the goal is achieved," Shaka said in a satirical tone. Look cynically at the figure of the woman he has been dating for six years.
Ziva's two hands clenched perfectly. "Don't just talk! If there's no proof, it's the same as you slandering me, Shaka!" exclaim the woman by raising the tone of voice. So high, the windows in the room and some decorations attached to the wall swayed by itself.
Instead of feeling guilty, Shaka smiled. "Whatever, Miss Ziva would like to say anything, I don't care!" said cold. Then, he got up from his proud chair and walked over to the door. "Please get out of here!" The brown door leaf has opened wide.
"But .. I. Ehm .. I mean-"
"Please leave this room, Miss Ziva!" Shaka unsheathed a sharp look at the woman who was still unmoved on the spot.
Due to the sound of a thunderous shout like the roar of lightning during the day, inevitably David immediately acted before something bad happened to Ziva. He knows for sure someone will do silly actions until they have unconsciously hurt others when overwhelmed by intense emotions.
"Let's go out, Miss Ziva," asked David when he was next to his former boss's girlfriend. "Don't cross the patience of Mr. Shaka, if you don't want him to turn into a male lion!"
Without giving Ziva a chance, David had first grabbed the wrist of a beautiful woman of his stature and brought her out of the room. The man forgot the birthday cake lying on the desk of his boss was so scared the boss turned into a very creepy figure.
After Ziva's departure, Shaka sat on the sofa. The tail of his eyes was pointed at a birthday cake whose light was still on.
Not wanting to misunderstand Zahira, Shaka types a message to David.
[After you've finished taking Miss Ziva, go back to my room. Take this cake. Whatever you want, I don't care!]
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"Sir Shaka wants to go home?" david asked when he saw his boss had just walked out of the room.
Shaka looks cool with a white t-shirt coated in a gray blazer and a neatly combed hairdo makes the youngest of three brothers look so dashing. This afternoon Zahira's husband appeared so different from usual.
"Yes. I have an appointment for dinner with my wife so go home early."
Shaka glanced at the circular watch on the wrist. Time has shown at six o'clock in the afternoon. However, the assistant and his team are still struggling with work. "You should go home and rest. Work can be completed tomorrow. Poor, your wife, husband and children are waiting at home. Do not get busy working, you do not have time for family. After all, family is your main priority. Understood?"
"Understand me, sir!" sahut David and his team Shaka almost simultaneously.
"Yes, if that's me first. Good night all." Then, Shaka again walked to the elevator that would take him to the basement parking lot.
Shaka drove his car to one of the famous and luxurious restaurants in the South Jakarta area. A restaurant that he often went to with both parents, Beautiful and Nice and family on the part of the wife. Along the way, he ceaselessly singed a smile at the corner of his lips imagining what a gift his beloved wife would give. How not, now he can celebrate his birthday after six years separated from his beloved wife.
[Honey, when you get to the restaurant, you just go inside. There will be a servant who will take you to the room.]
"Aah .. Why does my heart beat like this anyway? I just want a regular dinner, but it's like going on a first date with someone." Shaka's right hand touched the position of his heart while the other side focused on playing the steering wheel of the car. "It's true people say that falling in love makes everything feel beautiful. If only I had realized how I felt about Zahira early we might not have had to be apart for six years."
"It's just sorry the rice has become porridge. But at least I have a second chance to fix everything. On this occasion, I can't waste Zahira much less harming my wife. He has suffered so much because of my stupidity. So, I can't give her any more grief."
So, Shaka immediately typed a reply message to his beloved wife.[Okay, Sweetheart. I'm on my way. At about seven o'clock to get there. Wait for me, yeah, honey. Love you.] The message ended with a kiss emot.
Shaka stepped on the gas pedal, increasing the speed of the vehicle to arrive at the destination immediately. The man was impatient to spend time alone with the woman he loved so much.
Unwittingly by Shaka, apparently there is a unit of car following behind. "Where is he going? Why so hasty?" say someone sitting behind the wheel.
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