When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Season 2: 32

This morning Zakira's struggle began. As always, he likes to dwell in the kitchen to produce good food. Just him, no one else was there. The state of the house is still quiet, Zakira guess everyone is still in the subconscious.

Yes, he did wake up too soon. Zakira sleeps incoherent, she feels like there is less. Turns out that Alden's hug wasn't there tonight, maybe the following nights too.

Sour vegetables, fried chicken, stir-fried kale, and dessert. Zakira had planned to cook all that.

After all the dishes were neatly arranged on the table, Zakira switched to cleaning the kitchen, then sweeping the floor clean. While still busy, suddenly the father-in-law nongol.

“Ngapain you?”

“Eh, Dad. Here sit down, Dad,” said Zakira as he rewinded the chair so that it could be occupied by Mr. Hander.

“No need!” cetus Mr. Hander.

“No papa, Dad. Lagian Zakira has cooked tamarind vegetables, fried chicken, and sauteed kale. I would love to,” said Zakira, pushing Mr. Hander's body slowly to sit down.

Forced by the old man to sit there, Zakira immediately poured rice and vegetables onto the plate. Don't forget he made coffee for Mr. Hander.

“Why, Dad? Are you afraid I'm poisoning her food?” ask Zakira when Mr. Hander has not touched the food he made.

“Alright, let Zakira eat first. Look, yeah, well, there's definitely no poison.”

The woman began to feed a mouthful of rice with side dishes, then Zakira looked at Mr. Hander as she widened her smile.

“Kira's not dead, is it, Dad?”

“Hmm.”

Mr. Hander began to feed rice and vegetables into his mouth, as soon as his eyes glared small when he felt how good the food was. But Mr. Hander immediately changed the look of the face, so as not to appear that he enjoyed it too.

Zakira smiled wryly, the meal plan worked. Now he must be smarter to approach Mr. Hander, so that the man does not care about him anymore. Does Zakira need to buy chess, huh? Usually parents like to play it, like dad for example.

“Dad,” call Zakira.

“Hmm.” Mr. Hander just cleared his throat, again continuing to wipe his lips with a tissue.

“Today Zakira wants permission to exit for a while, yes. Want to grab a shirt.”

“Tersubmissive,” replied Mr. Hander ketus.

“Please, later Zakira bring souvenirs, deh.”

Mr. Hander did not respond to Zakira's remarks, choosing to leave the woman. Zakira could only smile, then re-energize herself.

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Zakira had arrived at the residence of her parents, she was greeted warmly by the mother who had just arrived from the kitchen. The longing embrace could not be held back, mother continued to kiss the entire face of Zakira with tears that somehow had seeped out.

“What's up, Honey?” ask the mother while wiping the tears with a tissue.

“Good guess, Mother herself?”

“Mother is good too, Son. Everything here is good,” reply mother. Guided Zakira to sit on the sofa.

Zakira watched every corner of the room, nothing changed, still remained the same as the first time she lived first. It felt like Zakira was very homesick, let alone cooking in the kitchen of this house, she wanted to do that again every morning.

“Zanira where, Bund?” zakira asked while researching upstairs, right where her sister's room was.

“She's in the room. Bentar, yes, let Mother callin,” said mother.

Mother Dera went upstairs to call Zanira, waiting for Zakira to open her phone. It turned out that there were many messages coming in from Alden, starting from good morning to upset words because the woman did not reply to any of her messages.

Zakira immediately typed in an apology because she could only reply.

Soon, Alden's reply came in.

[Where are you?]

[I'm at Mother's house.]

[Yes, already. Don't forget to call me when you're done at your house.]

[Ready.]

The beautiful woman kept her phone back in the bag, she smiled as she spread her arms to welcome her beloved sister's embrace.

“Kakak did not say if you want to come,” Zanira.

“Sorry, Deck. Sister forgot,” reply Zakira.

Then they started cipika cipiki. Zakira continued to watch Zanira, her sister looking more contained now.

“You, really, fat, anyway?” zakira's chirps made Zanira move her lips, upset.

“The name is also pregnant, sister. Again doyan-doyannya eat,” said Zanira.

“You pregnant?” ask Zakira. He was shocked and in disbelief.

“Iya, dong. Brother when is it coming?”

Zakira only replied with a smile. Seeing her sister happy like that, she wanted to feel pregnant as well. It must be very fun, especially when the womb has grown and the baby in there is kicking.

“Secapnya.”

“It must be, let Mother be the grandmother of two grandchildren Mother.”

“Hahaha, yes, Bund.”

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“You just woke up? How can match Zakira if you just wake up at this hour.” The insinuation of Mr. Hander deafens Rasan. The woman chills, her thirst disappears instantly.

“New first day, but Om's attitude has been so,” said Rasan.

“Om just want you to win, so you can be a good daughter-in-law candidate.”

“Win is also not the way to wake up in the morning, Om.”

Rasan was very upset, Mr. Hander seemed to deliberately insinuate him because Zakira was superior. He also wanted to wake up early, but could not because he was used to waking up at home.

“I want to go to the room again,” cetus Rasan while passing from there.

Ah, because of waking up late, he also forgot his plans last night. The more his frustration.

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Thank you for coming and reading this story. May you all always be healthy and in His protection😊