When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Season 2: 28
The twilight began to go out, but Zakira was still not home. The beautiful woman spent a lot of time in the square. When there was no more orange light in the horizon, Zakira rose. He glanced at the watch attached to his wrist, already at 18:00 WIB.
“Yeah, I forgot the time.” Zakira patted her own jidat.
He was driving at medium speed, trying to overtake other riders to get home soon. Zakira was always like that, when she saw twilight then she would forget time. Moreover, she kept her phone in the car, as a result when her husband called, Zakira did not know.
After a fifteen-minute journey, Zakira arrived at her father-in-law's mansion. The woman ran to get inside the house. However, when she was about to knock on the door, it opened first and appeared the figure of her husband with a cold flat face.
“Where to?” ask Alden coldly.
“It ... see twilight. But I forgot the clock, so it's late,” great-grandson Zakira. He chose to be honest rather than to be a boomerang for himself, if he lied.
Alden exhaled softly, then the man rubbed Zakira's hair and brought the wife into the arms.
“I'm worried,” shriek Alden.
“If you're worried why don't you find me?” sahut Zakira's.
Alden flicked slowly at Zakira's forehead, making the master grimace and instantly wipe his own forehead. Zakira's lips pursed, her face already turned away in annoyance.
“I went back and forth to my dad's house and boutique, but you weren't there. Then, I met Mina and the girl said you needed some alone time. That's why I returned home, waiting for you anxiously,” Alden said as he gently rubbed both cheeks of Zakira.
“What's up? Same story me,” continued Alden. Zakira nodded in response.
The woman let go of Alden's embrace, then entered the house first. Alden resigned, choose to follow his wife first, then later try to ask again.
“Mood is not at home?” ask Zakira while looking over and over.
“No. For the next two days, Mamah will stay at her friend's house,” explained Alden.
Zakira nodded her head, choosing to go upstairs. His body was already so sticky, Zakira needed to clean up first. Not for ten minutes, Zakira had already come out in her full outfit.
“Here, Honey,” pinta Alden while patting the empty side next to it.
The wife, according to him, sat down while leaning against Alden's chest. Somehow Zakira wanted to continue hugging the man, inhaling deeply intoxicating scent of his body.
“Ya.”
“What is it?”
“About you, and everything I don't know,” Zakira replied.
Alden shut up, his hand stopped rubbing his wife's back. The woman sat back up straight, looked Alden in the eye and looked for lies there.
“Do not want a story?” Zakira still continued to stare at Alden, even though the man had already turned his face away.
“I don't make. Yes already, I want to sleep,” continued Zakira while laying her body on the mattress.
Alden turned around, looking at his sleeping wife's back. There was Alden's desire to tell him everything, but he was afraid that Zakira might get involved. Moreover, his papa was very dangerous, the heart to do the thing he wanted.
“Sorry, Dear. I can't tell you everything yet,” Alden said.
“You're afraid I don't agree, about the matchmaking?” Zakira turned her body, looking at Alden intently.
“What matchmaking?”
“Yes done, do not need to be discussed again.”
Zakira put her body back to sleep. This time he completely closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep and hoping that everything would be finished tomorrow.