The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend

A Short Message to Zahira

In the morning, Shaka awakens as sunlight slips through the curtain vitrase cracks of a five-star hotel room. Today is the first day for the man to be in Singapore, a country known for its Merlion statues and paradise for shopping enthusiasts.

Shaka took the initiative to send a short message because he did not want to ignore Zahira who he left alone in the country.

Tender the back on the headboard, then write a short message for the wife. ["Ra, don't forget breakfast! After that the medicine is taken. If there's anything important, don't hesitate to contact me!"]

Shaka sent the message as a form of apology for not being able to take care of the wife who is still recovering after being hospitalized a few days ago.

Meanwhile, somewhere quite far from Singapore, a girl seemed to be sitting pensively watching the new flower vase shards while being thrown by her into a corner of the room. The shards were scattered everywhere just like his heart at this moment. However, the sound of a cell phone ringing rang out his daydream.

Grab a flat object 6.5 inches above the nightstand, then read a message sent by someone. In that instant, Zahira's tears spilled down the corner of the cheek. "Why do you pay attention to me if you just want to cover up your lies. I can accept that you don't love me. However, lying for the sake of meeting Ziva, I think you've passed, Shaka!"

Shaka gave a big smile as he looked at the message that originally ticked two colors black, turning blue. Holding her mobile phone with both hands, waiting for Zahira to reply to the message sent by her. However, the wife did not return a short message after waiting for a few minutes.

There was a sense of annoyance in Shaka, when Zahira did not write any reply to him. His wife's status is online.

Shaka snorted in annoyance. "Ck! What the hell is he doing, long time to reply to my message! Did his fingers also follow the pain, so he could not type a single sentence in return for the message I sent?" The man looked furious because Zahira gave no response at all.

["Where are you?"]

["How were things there during my stay, is it okay?"]

["Tomorrow the day after I returned to Indonesia. You want to drop something? Bags, shoes or t-shirts? Later I'll take the time to shop at the mall and buy souvenirs for Shakeela."]

Shaka sent a message, but Zahira did not reply. The oriental-faced beautiful doctor just read it without intending to reply. The man was increasingly furious about the behavior of Zahira who seemed to ignore him.

"Najma Zahira, you're really pissing me off!" groaning so fast that Shaka's palm unconsciously squeezed his phone hard. The man's jaw hardened withstanding the sudden anger.

The anger in Shaka was growing when the notification at the top of the screen showed that Zahira had gone offline a while ago. "Loh! Why is he offline!" said the man while upholding the sitting position. Attempting to contact Zahira, the girl turns off her internet connection until Shaka can't make a phone call.

"Aargha! Goddamnit! Actually Zahira why the hell? He seemed to be ignoring me. Though, his attitude yesterday afternoon was fine." Shaka rubbed his face in frustration. He doesn't usually mess around just because of a message. "Review ya, Ra. I'll make a calculation after I get back to Indonesia."

Shaka threw his cell phone to the side. Stripping your feet on the floor while walking towards the bathroom. Today he plans to meet Ziva at the apartment of his ex-wife-to-be.

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In the spirit of forty-five, Shaka rushes out of the hotel to the address sent by his confidant. "Ziva, let's see if your reason for running away on our wedding day is to achieve your goals or for some other reason. We'll know the truth soon."

Shaka's taxi arrived in front of a tall building in Singapore's Orchard Road shopping district. Getting off the taxi, he stepped valiantly in through the main door of the apartment lobby.

"Excuse me, Miss. If the unit number two zero zero eight. I'm a friend of the owner of the apartment" Shaka said. He asked using English to one of the receptionist employees who worked behind the desk.

"Master can use the elevator that's right over there to the tenth floor. After that, continue using another elevator towards the twentieth floor. It just so happened that between the four lifts there was no one to take you directly to the twenty floor," replied the shoulder-haired woman.

Shaka nodded his head. "good. Thank you, Miss." Without wasting any time, Shaka swung his legs again towards an elevator in the corner of the room.

Along the way to the apartment unit, Shaka let out a long sigh then exhaled slowly. Heart beat starts to become irregular. In the man's mind came a few questions, what if Ziva was cheating and then used career reasons to get away from him. Will Shaka take Ziva back if she confesses her guilt? If you forgive, what about Zahira?

Upon arriving at the front of a door with a section of the wall inscribed with the number 2008, Shaka took a deep breath before finally pressing on the door.

"Come, Shaka! Finish all your business today. After that, you will return to Indonesia. Don't let Zahira know that you're going to Singapore not for business but to meet Ziva" Shaka said. Then, he reached out his hand forward, pressing the doorbell while waiting for someone to open the door.

"Yes, wait a minute!" a woman from the room.

'Ziva, I can finally hear your voice again, ' Shaka's inner voice after hearing the ex-wife-to-be across the street. Although he uses English, he understands what Ziva says.

The door leaf is wide open to show a beautiful woman with a height of 180 cm wearing a fine silk dress in light blue to show her beautiful curves. Beautiful eyeballs collide with the owner of sharp eyes but emit shade at the same time.

"Shaka?" said Ziva lirih. She was quite surprised by the presence of her ex-husband.

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