Most Beautiful Khilafat
The Most Beautiful Conversations Chapter 10.

Satisfied with sharing the warmth of letting go of longing, Zayn let go of his embrace and swept Zahira's puffy cheeks. Zayn kissed his forehead, eyes, nose, a pair of cheeks, chin and ended up on Zahira's lips. Zayn melu*matnya with full of tenderness.

"Yes, don't cry anymore! Now I'm here" said Zayn after releasing his pagutan.

Zahira was silent on Zayn's face. "Zayn, what's your lip? What the hell's going on? Why are you hurt?" zahira asked as she stroked the tip of Zayn's lips and the city of his blue nose.

"It's okay, it's just a small wound. Tomorrow also heals," Zayn cupped his hands on Zahira's cheeks and fused their eyebrows together.

"But your shirt is bleeding Zayn, what happened exactly?" Zahira asked again.

"It took a little struggle to get here. I went to Roni's house, that's how it turned out." Zayn smiled as if nothing had ever happened.

"Zayn, why are you there? He's the evil Zayn. A while ago I met Amira, she told me everything. He also provided evidence of Roni's cunning until our divorce was granted by the court." explained Zahira.

"You nanya?" Zayn commented on the smile with widened eyes.

"Zayn, I'm serious." Zahira cut her lips.

"I'm going there for you, I can't stand this longing anymore. Three months Zahira, it's not a short time for me." Zayn rubbed his face and let out a heavy sigh.

"I miss it too" Zahira piled her knees on the floor and held her hands on Zayn's nape.

Zayn's chest suddenly felt tight as his face was lost in Zahira's cleavage. His body heated up when his lips touched the woman's two chewy bumps. Zayn felt Zahira's waist, his hands moving increasingly wildly.

"Zahira.." murmured Zayn with an unusual look.

"Hehehe... Get up, take a shower and get fresh!" Zahira let go of his embrace and lifted up Zayn's body.

"Zahira.." said Zayn who was like a daze.

"Sstt... Take a shower there!" Zahira gave a smile and pushed Zayn's chest.

"But Zahira"

"There's no but-but. Take a shower, you smell." Zahira walked away and walked towards the closet. He's looking for clothes for Zayn, baby there's no men's clothes in there. Inevitably Zahira was forced to pull out her pajamas.

"Wear this first" Zahira handed Zayn a trumpet-patterned pajama.

"Zahira, are you sure you told me to wear this?" Zayn frowned.

"It's okay Zayn, only I'll see" Zahira said.

"Yes already then," Zayn grabbed the pajamas and walked towards the bathroom.

While Zayn was cleaning up inside, Zahira sat down by the side of the bed. He picked up his iPhone and ordered clothes for Zayn. After that he left the room and went down to the kitchen. Zahira cooked food for the two of them, it just so happened that she had not eaten since morning. Seeing Zayn suddenly his appetite appeared.

A few minutes later Zayn came out of the bathroom, his head was crazily looking for the whereabouts of Zahira who was no longer in the room. Suddenly Zayn's blood rippled, his facial water turning frantic, without thinking Zayn immediately ran away from the room.

"Zahira.." cried Zayn as he arrived at the end of the stairs. He ran down the stairs in a hurry.

"Zahira.." cried Zayn very loudly.

"Yes, I'm in Zayn's kitchen." said Zahira.

Zayn ran into the kitchen after hearing the words from Zahira.

"Jeez Zahira," Zayn hugged the woman from behind. Zayn was so scared, he was really afraid of being abandoned again by Zahira.

"Zayn, let me go! I'm cooking this loh" lamented the dead Zahira step inside Zayn's arms.

"Let's see, I'm afraid you're leaving again." said Zayn in a stifled voice. He flicked Zahira's hair to the side, then pecked at the woman's nape.

"Hehehe... Geli Zayn, don't be like this!" Zahira squirms while laughing.

"But you love it baby" Suddenly the call just came out of Zayn's mouth.

"Deg!"

Zahira pecked with her heart beating fast. This time she heard someone call her affection. It's totally unexpected but Zahira likes to hear it.

"Here, let me cook!" Zayn lifted up Zahira's body and sat her down on the table. "Ah... It was heavy, "Zayn frowned while lifting up Zahira's body.

"It looks like you're fat, that night your body wasn't this heavy." Zayn lamented with a gasp of breath.

"Of course, I'm-" Zahira stopped her speech by silencing her with her hand.

"It's okay," Zahira commented with a smile and pecked at Zayn's face intensely. The man looked very handsome in the clothes he was wearing. His aura emanated in the trumpet-patterned pajamas.

"Don't look at me like that! Later in love, bothered to be." seloroh Zayn mengarum smile while continuing his cooking.

"Don't know Zayn, it looks like I've fallen in love with you." Zahira wanted to say that but her voice was stuck in her throat. She still hesitates with her own feelings but for sure she is happy to accept Zayn's presence.

A few minutes passed, Zayn managed to finish his cooking. He prepared the dishes and arranged them on the table.

"Come, eat first!" Zayn took Zahira from the table and sat her down on the chair.

After filling the plate with food, Zayn pulled his chair close to Zahira and asked the woman to open her mouth.

"Okay..." Zayn thrust a spoon into Zahira's mouth.

"I can eat Zayn myself" Zahira refused.

"Don't do it, let's open his mouth!" zayn.

"But Zayn"

"Dear open, otherwise I'll eat you in this room!" threaten Zayn with a sharp look.

"Yes, I eat." Zahira immediately opened her mouth, she was afraid that Zayn would actually prove his words.

Zayn commented a smile and fed Zahira until the food on the plate. After feeding Zahira, it was Zayn's turn to eat.

"Geek..."

Having just eaten a few spoons, Zayn's stomach suddenly became nauseous. He ran to the toilet and spewed out all the food he had just eaten.

"Zayn, what's wrong with you?" ask Zahira. He ran after Zayn and rubbed his back.

"I'm fine Zahira, maybe catch a cold. I've been sleeping a lot these days thinking about you" Zayn said.

After his stomach felt good, Zayn took Zahira out. His appetite suddenly disappeared, he just wanted to sleep for a moment.

Arriving at the room, Zayn immediately dropped his body on the mattress. His face looked pale, he had vomited twice this day. Especially now that his stomach is still empty.

"Do you want me to kerokin?" haggard Zahira.

"By," said Zayn. He got up for a moment and opened the pajamas he was wearing.

After Zayn lay on his stomach, Zahira sat down beside him holding a balm and a thousand coins and began to swerve Zayn's back.

"Ah... Slow down dear, sick." Zayn said.

"It's been slow Zayn, if it's slower how can the wind come out." Zahira repeated it slowly.

After scraping Zayn's back, Zahira helped him put on his pajamas and the two slept on the same mattress facing each other.

Zayn pecked at Zahira's face for a moment, then went down to look at her female body that looked more contained than before.

"Three months don't meet, you're getting prettier. Your body is also much more contained, are you happy when I'm not next to you?" lirih Zayn with a sad look.

"No, how could I be happy. Actually since two months ago I want to go back, but I'm afraid." said Zahira.

"Fear why?" Zayn frowned.

"Fear you won't accept me. At the time, I was not officially divorced from Roni. I don't want you to get in trouble because of my problems that were not finished" Zahira explained.

"If now what? Are you still afraid?" zayn asked for an explanation.

"No, we're divorced. Now I'm officially a widow" said Zahira.

"Then marry me!" pinta Zayn is full of faith.

"Zay..."

"Why?" Zayn cupped one hand on Zahira's cheek. "Am I not worthy to be your husband?" Zayn was silent for a moment. "Of course I'm not worthy, I'm just a poor man. How can I make you happy and fulfill all your needs?"

Zayn pulled his hand from Zahira's cheek, he got out of the bed and walked towards the balcony, his gaze looking sad.

Seriate...