The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend

I'm Willing

"Excuse me, Ma'am. Can I meet Mr Irhan?" ziva asked a woman who worked at the reception. In the past, when he still stumbled on fraud cases, he was often in and out of Rio's firm office. However, after all was completed and she was compensated for the case, beautiful women who work in the field of modeling no longer come to the office. Therefore, he reported first before meeting Irhan.

The receptionist scanned Ziva from head to toe. Too many clients who come and go make him not recognize who the woman in front of him.

"Sorry, has Miss made an appointment with Mr Irhan before? I don't dare bother Mr. Irhan if Miss hasn't made an appointment yet."

Ziva took a deep breath. He was wrong for not telling Irhan first about his arrival there. His arrival to the office was indeed a sudden one, there was no previous intention of meeting Irhan. At first he just wanted to swipe Zahira, after which he went home. However, in the middle of the road changed his mind and he decided to meet Irhan in the office.

"I haven't made an appointment with him yet" replied Ziva lethargic. In his mind thought, should he send a message to Irhan and invite her to meet outside the office?

"Then I'm sorry, Miss can't meet Mr. Irhan. Miss can come here again if you make an appointment." Then, the beautiful woman smiled kindly to Ziva.

Sitting in a waiting chair while occasionally staring at the screen of his phone. Ziva was confused, did he have to send a message and tell the man if he was in the office and wanted to meet him?

"Aah .. ah ah, mengingan I sent a message to him instead of waiting here until the break. It's crazy if I have to wait two hours here, it could be moss." Finally Ziva decided to send a message to the man who had been close to him for several months.

[Han, I'm in the lobby. Can you come here? I can't go in because I haven't made your appointment yet.]

The message had been typed and was about to be delivered, but the heavy voice of a man stopped its movement.

"Ziva's? What are you doing here?" said the man who was none other than Irhan.

Sontak Ziva looked up and looked at the man. Someone who had just danced beautifully in the eyes.

"I'm waiting for you. But the receptionist said, they can't contact you for fear of being disturbed or not making an appointment."

Irhan turned her attention away from the woman next to her and looked resentfully at one of the receptionists. "Ck, why are they making things difficult for you anyway! Did they not know that this beautiful woman next to me was my future wife. Fuck up!"

Ziva gasped for a moment when he heard Irhan's words. There is a sense of happiness permeating the deepest recesses of the heart. Now he felt his heart blossom and thousands of butterflies were flying from his stomach at this moment.

The beautiful woman with her height gently nudged Irhan's shoulder slowly. He blushed embarrassed with a red face like fresh tomatoes ready to be picked. "Yes, what the hell are you. Indiscriminate anyway. What if there's gossip spread here? You're not afraid to be everyone's gossip?"

Irhan smiled as she glanced with a loving look. Their meeting is not as romantic as the Korean drama that is often watched by young people. They meet because of a case that ensnared a beautiful model named Ziva until finally the relationship between the two is getting closer. So close they have even shared sweat on the same bed, mutually satisfying and working together to enjoy the pleasure of heaven.

However, who would have thought since the incident Irhan became crazy. Not because of Ziva's wobble that he thought was so intoxicating, but because of something in the woman that made the man so confident of making his former client a companion to life.

"Bodo very! Whether they want to hide my badness or not, it's none of my business." Irhan grabbed Ziva's shoulder. "Yes, you come into my room. There we can talk freely. It just so happens that I'm not doing much work so I can help you."

Without refuting in the slightest, Ziva obeyed Irhan's orders. The two walk side by side towards the elevator that will take them towards the fifth floor, where Irhan works.

"Welcome to my room, Miss Ziva. Please enter!" Irhan opened the door and let Ziva sit on the sofa.

After making sure Ziva was sitting comfortably, Irhan then asked the purpose of the woman coming to the office. Because ever since Ziva's case was won, that woman has rarely come here. If you meet them, make sure to meet at a restaurant or cafe near Ziva's apartment.

Irhan who happened to be staring at Ziva became confused, why did the woman's attitude become this strange? Though only three days did not meet, but it seems something happened to Ziva.

"Tell me, what's the matter. Did you get tangled up in another case until you got you back here?" guess Irhan. That's all he had in mind.

Ziva shook his head quickly. A little upset because Irhan considers if he came to the office only to ask a lawyer to help him free from a case.

"Then?" keep Irhan. He was still curious because Ziva seemed reluctant to convey his purpose of coming there.

Ziva gathers courage in the chest. Although he was actually embarrassed to say, but he felt that this time was the right time to reveal what his heart was about. He slowly raised his head. Little by little her beautiful face was elated facing next door.

"Ehm ... My arrival here just wanted to say that .. I .. would be your life partner, Han. I want to be your wife."

"Even if I'm not a good woman, but I want to turn into a good wife for you. I'm willing to close the pages of my past, change my appearance and if you want, I'm willing to quit the modeling world that's been raising my name all along as long as I can live with you."

The mood suddenly quiet. There was no response from the man sitting next to her. Ziva waited for Irhan to open her voice.

Meanwhile, Irhan looked surprised at what Ziva had just delivered. He felt all this like a dream, did not expect if the woman who had warmed his bed was willing to build a household with him.

"Han, why shut up? Are you not happy with my answer? Did that offer ever happen to me again?" cecar Ziva when he realized Irhan did not give any response.

The sound of rough breathing came from Ziva. "You don't have to answer, I know what you answered." Then, he got up from the sofa and attached the sling bag on his shoulder. "A despicable woman who peddles her body to many men does not deserve to be loved. You must be ashamed to be with Jal*ng like me. Therefore, for the common good, never see me again. Our relationship is quite up here. Good afternoon!"

Without saying another word, Ziva simply passed by. He passed Irhan who was still frozen on the sofa. However, just as Ziva was about to grab the door handle, Irhan's burly hand blocked the model's wrist and with a single movement the woman's wacky body was already in the arms.

"Stupid! How is narrow-minded, hem? I didn't shut up because I didn't love you or my parents rejected you, only I still couldn't believe what I just heard. It's all like a dream and I didn't expect my love to be avenged." Irhan turned Ziva's body upside down until they faced each other. " Do you know how I felt?" Ziva shook his head. "I felt like I was flying into space, dancing with the birds above the sky."

"I thought having you was all a wish, but who would have thought it would be true." Irhan tucked the hair in Ziva's earlobe. He looked at the woman's brown irises closely. "Ziva, I don't care what your past is because I'm not a good man either. During this time I often slept with different women and diligently went out and in the night club. However, couldn't one turn into a better human being?"

"I really love you, Ziva. I want both of us to improve and get back on the right track. You and I, we together build a household and raise our children lovingly."

"I-i"

Irhan had not finished speaking, her lips had already been silenced by the lips of Ranum Ziva. The woman nodded and sipped her lips slowly.

"Don't say much! Show your sincerity to me. Meet om and my aunt, tell me when you want to marry me."

Still in the opposite position, Irhan rubbed Ziva's cheeks using both thumbs. "alright. I'll have Papa and Mama come to see you. I'll ask you as soon as possible, Sweetheart, so that we can freely play in bed without fear of sin." One eye the man gave to tease his future wife.

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