When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride

When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Season 2: 9


“Sorry if Mommy is not sensitive to how you feel.”


“Mother?”


Both of them were in Zakira's room, Dera immediately approached the girl. Sit her body on the edge of the princess' bed. While Zakira was only silent, confused by the attitude and speech of the mother.


“Sorry, Son. Sorry ...” Mother held Zakira's hand with a sad face.


“Ngak, Mommy. No, kaya’, gini. Mommy should not apologize to Kira,” said Zakira while peeping the back of Dera's hand repeatedly.


Dera helplessly held back her tears, she rubbed her daughter's dense black hair. Shadowed by the spoiled little girl, Kira's small face as a child continued to approach Dera.


Gently Zakira wiped Dera's tears, repeatedly the girl shook her head.


“Mother is a bit pale. Mother sick?” zakira asked while holding Dera's cheek with both hands.


“No, Dear,” replied Dera.


Zakira nodded. He looked back at his room, got up and put the phone in the bag. Suitcases containing clothes are already in the corner of the room. Zakira prepared it carefully.


“Mom sorry for not being sensitive to your feelings, son. Mother knows you love Arfan, the hope of being betrothed to him is seen in your eyes that night.” Dera paused his words while breathing in a deep air.


“But Mother is powerless, dear. Mother is weak, Mother cannot refuse your sister's request,” said Dera. Zakira immediately clasped the mother's hand.


“Kira understand, Mother. It's okay, really. Even Kira is happy, because Nira is also happy.”


“Mother knows you're hurt, Darling.”


“Kira can forget Arfan because Nira's happiness is very important.”


Zakira smiled, reassuring Dera. The middle-aged woman wanted to deny, but Zakira continued to shake her head with a smile.


“Quiet, Mother, We're fine.”


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Daren and Dera will release Zakira's departure with Hamidah's mother. Scents of sadness were clearly visible on their faces, feeling incompetent as parents. However, Hamidah's mother continued to convince them that Zakira chose this because she was confident in her every move.


Aaron was also sad because he had to part with his beloved brother. Even since then, the man who was famous for being so ignorant was reluctant to let go of his embrace.


“Already, Aaron. Look, tuh, the taxi driver is waiting,” rebuked Zakira while trying to release his sister's embrace.


“Kakak, ish. Counting stocks for the next few days. Even Sunday, or maybe a month,” said Aaron annoyed.


“You're all there, besides Brother, right, still working in the boutique. So, whenever you can come there if you miss,” said Zakira.


“Because I have to come back here often. Point!”


“Iya, yes. Garlic, deh.”


Zakira pinched the small nose of Aaron, making the master snort bitterly.


“Then Kira is the same Grandma, saying goodbye, yes?”


“Ready, Yeah.”


Zakira kissed her parents' cheeks in turn. After that he waved his hand and got into the taxi.


During the trip, Zakira was silent while looking out the window. Hamidah's grandmother understood, not wanting to disturb the grandson.


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Finished putting all the clothes and equipment in place, Zakira opted out to make dinner. The girl did not want to trouble grandma, because Zakira was very sorry if grandma to exhaustion.


“Grandma want macakin what?” zakira asked the grandmother who was sitting on the sofa.


“Anything, if it's cooking you must be Grandma eating,” said grandma Hamidah.


“Okay, New.”


Zakira hurried off to the kitchen, taking all the necessary ingredients. The girl assessed the cooking of chicken opors and other side dishes. However, his activities stopped when he heard the knocking of the door. Zakira ignored, but a knock was getting heard. He thought, maybe grandma overslept.


“Iya, briefly,” shouted Zakira while taking off her waist apron.


Chequelek


“Sorry, find who—“


“I Alden, personal driver messenger Mr. Daren.” The man standing in front of the door, cut off Zakira's speech.


“Oh, driver? Please login.”


“No need, Miss. I have to go ahead for a while. Excuse me,” said the man as he walked away from grandma's house.


Zakira frowned, after which raised her shoulders and went back inside the house.


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