When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Season 2: 12

On the way home, Zakira just kept staring out the window. Although it was only dimly lit by street lights, but he never took his eyes off.

Until when, when does he have to be like this? Avoiding meeting with your sister and husband? Zakira also wanted to be free, to live as usual. Without feeling sick and depressed.

“You okay?” Alden's rebuke took Zakira by surprise. The girl immediately turned her eyes.

“Good,” replied Zakira briefly.

Zakira exhaled a rough breath, then she tried to smile. Anyway grandma must not know, neither Alden, she must not look weak. After that, he took care of the heart problems that have not been stretched as well.

Suddenly the car pulled over on the side of the road, the light from the terrace from the lights attracted Zakira's attention. He stared confusedly at the neatly lined carts. Looking ahead, I did not find Alden.

Tok

“Nona, do you want to buy something?” Alden was standing at the front door of the car right where Zakira was.

The girl immediately lowered her glasses, looking at Alden with her eyebrows raised.

“Buy what?”

“Foods in the grobak.”

“There are still, huh? It's enough night.”

“Still.”

Zakira came down with a little enthusiasm. He was a food lover, whatever it was and where it came from. He doesn't care if people say he's unhygienic, but he still likes it.

“I like sweet martabak and egg martabak. Usually, after returning from the boutique I also often stop by at a place like this. People say unhygienic, but I think it feels very good,” said Zakira at length.

“Eh, sorry. I even vent.” Zakira scratched her non-itchy head while grinning.

Since there was no response from Alden, Zakira chose to remain silent. It hurts a bit if you talk but not responded to, like talking to a statue.

“Miss order is ready. Let me pay,” Alden said as he handed Zakira a plastic package.

“Eh, no need! I can pay by myself.” Zakira stood up, put away Alden's hand and replaced it with his hand with money.

“Mending your money saved, make parents,” said Zakira again while rushing into the car.

Alden followed Zakira, standing right at the passenger seat door that had not been closed.

“That's free?” alden asked while pointing at the martabak package.

“Emm, yes.”

“Sheets of brackish chicken here is delicious.”

“Kan, said,” says Zakira.

“To judge the taste, it is best to try. Let ‘he said’ it come true or not.”

Zakira was stunned when she heard Alden's words. It can be long too. Zakira had not yet let out a sound, her hand had been pulled slowly by Alden.

“Ayo.” Zakira followed the man.

It turns out not only ‘ata’ but this brackish chicken is indeed delicious. Zakira just to the fullness, but still want more. Unfortunately, he was embarrassed if he had to add, so take the initiative to come back to stop by tomorrow.

“You were right, before perceived, which ‘he said’ it will not be proved. Now I know, if the chicken is really good.”

“Iya.”

“Free ‘iya’? Ck, basic!” Zakira flicked her foot towards the car.

It has been a week since Zakira's meeting with her sister and husband. Now, he has never met again because Zanira is no longer working. Zakira's days were quite calming, she could behave as usual.

“You seriously have nothing to do with your driver?” Mina put a cup of coffee on Zakira's table.

“Ngak.”

“Do not lie. Time yes handsome guy as soon as you winin,” chirps Mina again.

“Jeez, Mina. I'm not that kind of woman.”

“Hehehe. Yes, anyway.”

“Mending you back to work,” says the real Zakira is a subtle exorcism.

“But I believe, if later you guys will surely have something.”

“As of you only.”

Mina chuckled, but immediately went out of Zakira's room. He made room for the girl to create her designs.

Zakira who is still busy making pictures, distracted by the vibration of the phone. He immediately grabbed the flat object, but the vibration stopped, changing with the inclusion of message notifications.

It's unfortunate to get messages from people he doesn't want. As a result, his mood returned badly this afternoon.

Arfan

[I know you like me. Why don't you tell me from the beginning Kir, I can negotiate for you to choose you.]

Zakira rereads Arfan's message. The man thought they were goods, exchangeable. After all, if Arfan knew from the beginning, Zakira would still give up. Because for him, his happiness is in the happiness of his sister.

“Mending does not need to be reciprocated,” monologue Zakira while putting the phone back on the table.

Too lazy to relate to Arfan again, Zakira does not want to happen something that will harm himself. When it will return to work, the message notification comes in again.

Arfan

[Reply message. Don't just be ready.]

[I feel insignificant, so I don't reply.]

[Don't lie about your feelings]

[It's better to take care of yourself, Arfan. I can take care of myself.]

Zakira deactivated her phone. The girl sighed heavily, feeling tired when she had just rested.