When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Season 2: 4

Asking Zanira to come, it turns out that Mamah Arfan will invite them to dress fittings for fiancees. The faces of the two women looked crisp, while Arfan just followed with a slightly bent face.

Before this matchmaking actually happened between the two, there was a debate between Arfan and his mother. It is not that Arfan does not respect parents, but he has the right to choose his own life partner.

Unfortunately, he could not do anything while mamah carrying around his inheritance and company. Honestly, Arfan can't live without treasure. He who from childhood has been spoiled, finally dependence on money and power.

“Come you also try the tuxedo, let it be the same with Zanira as well,” mamah command, Arfan just nodded.

He lethargicly walked into the changing room, wearing clothes that had been chosen by the boutique waiter. Arfan only smiled faintly as Zanira praised him. As a good friend, Arfan also praised even though his little heart was very upset.

“We go to the mall, huh? Mamah want to invite prospective daughter-in-law shopping,” said mamah.

Arfan once again according to. He can't do anything. Let people say he is under the tutelage of the mother, it is true.

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Upon returning from the boutique, Zakira headed straight for the room. The body already feels sticky, need to soak to be more fresh. Perhaps, by soaking he can eliminate the feeling of heartache, and try more sincerely again.

If Zakira were a selfish person, she would not allow Zanira to be betrothed to Arfan. But back to her brother's happiness. Zakira always put that first.

Satisfied soaking, Zakira rinsed her body and wrapped in a towel. He came out of the bathroom, put on clothes and quickly went downstairs to make dinner.

“You must be tired, dear. So, let Mommy make dinner,” said Dera. He could not bear to see Zakira's face. Although it has been bathing and a little fresh, but fatigue still appears there.

“But later Mamah tired,” said Zakira.

“No. Mother since this morning at home continues, where may be tired.” Dera laughed briefly.

Zakira nodded, following the mother's request. While looking at the activities of the mother, Zakira constantly glanced towards the watch on the wrist. He was very worried because Zanira had not returned, even though it was almost night time.

“Kak,” call Dera. Zakira who was focusing on the clock, turned her head.

“Iya, Bun?”

“Sorry, yes, if for example Mommy is wrong with Sister,” said Dera. His hands were still actively cutting carrots, but his eyes occasionally looked towards Zakira.

“What's mom talking about, anyway? Mommy, tuh, never got it wrong with Kira. Kira should be the one who apologizes, maybe accidentally Kira's speech hurt Mommy.”

Zakira approached Dera, hugged the woman's body from behind and placed her chin on her shoulder.

“Don't apologize again, Bun. For twenty-four years, Mommy has never been wrong with Kira,” said the girl.

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Eventually, the two officially got engaged. Daren asks his guests to enjoy the dish, while he chooses to go around because there is something he must look for.

Her eldest daughter was nowhere to be seen, Zakira was not there from the start until the event was almost over. Daren was worried, he chose to get out of the room and head towards the hotel lobby. Daren approached the reception desk to ask.

“Did you see this girl?” ask Daren while thrusting his phone that displays a photo of Zakira.

“Oh, yes, Sir. I saw him way out,” said the receptionist.

“Alright, thank you.”

“Sama-sama.”

Daren's headed outside the hotel. His worries grew even more, let alone remembering Zakira's sad gaze. Daren was quite familiar with the girl's feelings.

Parkland. Daren just remembered that Zakira really liked the park. Behind the hotel was a park, so he went there. And that was when he could see a girl in a bone-white dress, sitting on one of the benches.

“Come, liver. Please, sincere.”

That voice, raspy and sad. Daren's heart slipped, with slow steps she approached her daughter.

“Have you heard these words, right? Which you think is good, not necessarily good according to God. And what you think is bad, not necessarily bad according to your Lord.”

“Dad!”

“It's okay, Son. Cry.”

Zakira was already in Daren's arms, shedding the tears and tightness she had been enduring ever since. He wanted to be strong, but the circumstances asked to be weak.

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Sorry if there are many typos. Unedited.