Most Beautiful Khilafat
The Most Beautiful Conversation Chapter 1.

"Mas, today I have an impromptu event at the cafe. My friend wanted to celebrate his wedding anniversary there. I'm sorry yes, I can't accompany you to the office. You're not angry, are you?" said Zahira who was well dressed. She sat with her husband at the dinner table enjoying breakfast.

"It's okay, I'm not angry. Enjoy your day, have fun!" answer Roni. He was also tidy with after the black-colored suit that was attached to his body.

Zahira and Roni are two human beings united in a sacred bond of marriage. There is no love between the two, all they do is to please Roni's father who is now in pain.

Since the age of five, the two of them had been tied up in an arranged marriage. Although both of Zahira's parents are dead, Roni's father still kekeh want to pay off the promise debt. Inevitably Roni was forced to comply given the condition of his father who could not accept the mental burden.

Judging from the outside of the relationship they seem mediocre like a married couple in general. Zahira never neglects her duties as a wife, nor does Roni always provide for Zahira. It's just that the two have never been involved in intimate relationships except just touching hands.

After Roni left the house, Zahira also followed. She had to decorate the cafe at the request of Dira and her husband, she also had to prepare a food menu according to her best friend's request.

Half an hour passed, Zahira arrived at the cafe and ordered all the servants to prepare everything needed. Today, the cafe is closed to the public.

At the request of his best friend, the cafe is decorated exactly the same as the design that Dira sent to Zahira. Zahira does not want to disappoint Dira and tries to give his best.

The event will be held at seven in the evening, while at five in the afternoon all preparations are done one hundred percent.

"Yeah..."

The sound of Zahira's scream broke the silence that afternoon. Because he was too focused he accidentally spilled the sweet sour sauce that had just ripened to flush the back of his legs.

Several servants who heard Zahira's screams rushed to the kitchen, including a young man who was twenty years old. The man had just joined the cafe one week ago.

"Oh my God, what happened?" Without thinking the young man immediately held Zahira and sat her on the sofa not far from the kitchen. Other servants immediately fetched water, some also took a p3k box to treat the wound on Zahira's leg.

"I'm sorry Mom, I didn't mean to be rude. Hold on a second, yeah, it'll probably sting a little!" said the young man, then very carefully he cleaned the sauces attached to the skin of Zahira's legs.

"Aww..." Zahira grimaced as she felt an excruciating pain.

"Ma-I'm sorry, ma'am" the young man said stammered.

"It's okay, just go ahead!" sahut Zahira's.

The young man gently blew on Zahira's instep, then smeared it with ointment.

"Already Ma'am, hopefully the injury is not too serious" said the young man.

"Thank you" said Zahira in her distinctive soft voice.

"Together," replied the young man.

"You're a new employee?" ask Zahira. This week he rarely visited the cafe, even if he only came for a moment to see the situation. So just this time he saw the young man at the cafe.

"Yes ma'am, just one week ago" replied the young man.

"Who's your name?" ask Zahira again.

"Zainuddin Bu, commonly called Zayn." said the young man honestly. Maybe to some people the name sounds very kampungan, but for Zayn the name is the most beautiful name that has been chosen by the late parents.

"A unique name, today it is rare for parents to give that name to their children" said Zahira.

"Yes, Mom was right but to me that name is a gift. Not everyone is proud to have that name." explains Zayn.

"Hehehe... Yes, whatever it is, it should be grateful. Surely both of your parents have thought about it very carefully, they must also be proud to have a son like you." flattered Zahira.

"Unfortunately, Ma'am, they have returned to the Creator. Only prayers can I send for them." - Zayn.

Zahira was silent.

"Together, both of my parents have also returned to the Creator. Looks like we're lucky, yes" Zahira rubbed her eyes removing the liquid that had almost melted in the corner of her eyes.

Zahira, who is now twenty-five years old, does not want to be seen in front of his workers. He should give them strength.

From the beginning Zahira had intended to hire people who had less luck, teenagers who dropped out of school and who had a lower middle economy. The goal is just to help them to be able to meet their daily lives.

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At ten o'clock in the evening, the event was finished. Dira and her husband leave the cafe with sumringah facial water. Both were very satisfied with Zahira's service, even the food was very delicious according to them.

The guests were also satisfied, some of them did not hesitate to recommend the cafe for a place to relax, hang out and hold important events. The cafe was quite spacious with two floors that were able to accommodate a hundred guests once seated, even more.

"Everyone, thanks for the cooperation today. Then I go home first yes," said Zahira to the cafe manager and the waiters who are still busy cleaning up the remnants of the event.

"Sama-sama Ma'am, I'm careful ya." said everything together.

Just walking five steps, Zahira's legs were shaking withstanding the excruciating pain.

"Aww.." - Zahira. He tried to reach for the chair to support his body weight so as not to fall.

"Be careful, ma'am" Zayn who was standing not far from there immediately caught Zahira's arm.

Zahira gasped in shock, the gazes of the two meeting each other for a moment.

"You helped me again, thank you" Zahira said after breaking their eye contact.

Zayn simply smiled, then quickly removed his hand from Zahira's arm.

"It looks like you won't be able to drive alone, let me drive ya!" tawar Zay.

"Don't, I don't want to bother!" reject Zahira.

"Not bother Mom, I'm sincere. Come on, I'll help!" Zayn clutched his arm slowly towards the car parked out there.

After Zahira came in, Zayn came in and sat on the steering wheel. The car left the cafe.

During the trip, there was no conversation between the two of them. Until one day Zahira cheered which made Zayn aghast.

"Stop!"

Zayn quickly stepped on the brake pedal and pulled the car over on the side of the road.

"Why Ma'am? Does his leg hurt anymore?" ask Zayn worried.

"Ti-No, please turn around! Get in the hotel parking lot!" point Zahira at the hotel behind them.

Zahira just saw her husband's car enter the hotel. Not wanting to think badly, Zahira prefers to make sure of herself.

"Good ma'am," Zayn nodded.

After turning the steering wheel, enter the car that Zayn drove into the parking lot of the five-star luxury hotel.

Zahira rushed down. It turned out that what she saw was indeed her husband's car, the car was parked next to her car.

Without thinking, Zahira immediately ran into the lobby. No matter how much pain and pain she felt in her legs, Zahira continued to run barefoot.

Zayn just plangak plongok like a confused person, but eventually he ventured following Zahira.

After Zahira collided with the receptionist on duty, she managed to get the room number that Roni occupied. He also managed to get a backup access card after threatening to report the hotel to police.

Tears were already unstoppable, Zahira continued to cry as she entered the elevator. The receptionist said Roni checked in with a woman he acknowledged as his wife, then who was Zahira? Isn't Zahira his legal wife?

Arriving at the ninth floor, Zahira rubbed her already messed up face. Without thinking he ran back to room 1056, the blood dripping on his legs was no longer ignored by him.

"Braaac!"

The door opened, Zahira opened her eyes wide with her mouth slightly gaping. When he sat down lethargic while catching a pair of human children who were struggling on the bed, it was very painful for Zahira.

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