The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend

I Will Never Leave You

Zahira opened her eyes, then saw a digital clock on the table showing it at six p.m. Head feels heavy accompanied by body shivering. I want to continue to lie on the bed, curled under a thick blanket while enjoying the silence of the night. However, she has a duty and responsibility as a wife to serve her husband.

The narrow-eyed beautiful girl got up from the bed, set her feet on the cold floor then she walked limped towards the door. Just as the girl's foot was on the doorstep, she heard Shaka's voice communicating with someone by phone.

"I ask you to investigate a girl on behalf of Ziva Auristela. From the information I got, he's in Singapore. Find out the full address of the girl and send it as soon as possible. Anyway I don't want to know within 1×24 hours, that information is already in my hands!" shaka said with a raised tone of voice. There is a threat from every word that is said.

"Shoppers! Just be careful if I get proof that Ziva cheated on me behind my back, I'll beat that guy all out for daring to take my girlfriend away!" Shaka roared while throwing his cell phone on the sofa very loudly.

Throw down your buttocks, then rub your face in frustration. "I'll look for you even into the pit of ants, Ziva," said Shaka lirih. The man was sitting on the sofa. The various questions spun and made the man's head almost break. What if Ziva is cheating? Will she forgive the girl and accept the model back?

The tightness felt like being crushed by a large chunk of rock made Zahira difficult to breathe. Didn't expect that the man who had just spent a few days to justify it was finding out the whereabouts of his future ex-wife who ran away during the marriage contract.

My God, apparently Shaka was still expecting the woman. If they come back, then what about me? Should I part with my husband? inner Zahira when he was already in the room.

The pretty face paled even more, the girl's eyes twitched. The longer, the fireflies more and more meet the view of the beautiful doctor. Body limp and finally.

Shaka who heard the sound of objects falling from inside Zahira's room, rushed to run closer to the source of the sound. "Good, Rara! Ra, wake! Zahira, wake!" the man shouted while carrying his wife's body in a fistful.

"Damn! Zahira's body is hot! I need to get her to the hospital immediately." Without a second thought, Shaka immediately carried Zahira ala bridal style. The man's face looks very worried about his wife.

Along the way, Shaka unceasingly glanced towards the passenger seat next to him ensuring Zahira's body was not shaken in the slightest. At a speed of 70 KM/h, the young lawyer drove his four-wheeled vehicle to a nearby hospital.

"Suster, help my wife!" shaka exclaimed as he arrived at the hospital. Forgetting his vehicle still parked in front of the IGD entrance. Fortunately, the atmosphere was quiet until the car did not disturb other riders who wanted to raise or lower passengers in front of the main door.

Hearing the distress call, two nurses rushed to bring a gurney to Shaka. "What's going on?" ask one of them.

"My wife fell unconscious. Her body is so hot. Hurry up and help him!" Shaka runs on the side of the gurney that leads Zahira to the IGD room.

Seeing Zahira's face as pale as a corpse, Shaka's heart ached. His wife did not respond at all. The girl was lying motionless at all.

God, please, heal him. Don't let anything bad happen to him.

Shaka's body slumped over the waiting chair made of stainlees. He stared blankly at the tightly shut IGD door. The doctor and other nurses asked the lawyer to wait outside while they gave Zahira medical treatment.

Shaka rubbed his face violently. It was frustrating to see Zahira lying unconscious. The man felt like a failure because he could not carry out the message delivered by Rayyan before taking Zahira away from home.

"With the patient's family!" exclaim the woman's doctor.

"I!" Shaka jumped up and approached the doctor. "What about my wife, Doc? Did something happen to him?"

"Alhamdulillah, your wife is fine. Just tiredness, less blood plus a lot of thoughts make the patient's immune system drop. In order for the patient to recover immediately, we recommend hospitalization for a few days while resting here," said the doctor told Zahira's current condition.

"Do whatever it takes for my wife's recovery, Doc. Want to be hospitalized a few days or months, I can finance it as long as he recovers as usual," said Shaka earnestly.

The female doctor chuckled softly. "Their father is so fond of patients that he is willing to do anything for his beloved wife. I am so excited to hear it." Patting Shaka on the shoulder, he said, "Without you asking, we definitely give our best to the patient."

"In the meantime the nurse moves the patient to the inpatient room. Please go to the administration first. If you want to consult, you can go straight to my room."

"Good, Doctor. Thank you." Thank you." Shaka leaned his body against the pot, recalling the doctor's words. The doctor's words were in his ears again. Love each other? Aah .. where possible. Our relationship is only a friend, it cannot be love.

Two nurses carry a gurney with Zahira on it. Shaka faithfully accompanied the wife to the treatment room.

"Ra, I'm sorry for not being able to take good care of you. You must be depressed about all the events that have happened lately. I'm sorry for getting you into such a complicated situation. However, I promise I will always take care of you until you get well." Shaka's promise to himself.

Shaka's heart melted when he saw Zahira's pale face. An infusion needle sticks to the back of the hand. At that moment, he felt an urge to touch the wife's cheek. The heart trembles as their skin touches each other.

"Rara, come to your senses. I'm waiting for you here." Unexpectedly, Shaka brought his lips closer to Zahira's face. Then the chewy lips gently kiss the forehead of his wife and best friend. "Rest in peace, Najma Zahira. I will never leave you."

Then, the youngest three brothers sat on a chair that was beside the bed. Clutching the fingers lentik hands that are not stuck with the infusion needle so tightly. Drowsiness approached, making Shaka lay his head beside Zahira's body without releasing his hand. Slowly, his eyelids closed and in that second he fell asleep.

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