Most Beautiful Khilafat
The Most Beautiful Consecration Chapter 14.

After Zahira felt calm, Zayn took her downstairs for breakfast. A little unfortunate Zahira's cooking has been cold because of the incident, but Zayn still appreciates it. He ate very greedily while feeding Zahira who was now sitting on his lap.

Zahira wrapped her hands around Zayn's waist, not letting go of the man even for a moment. Whether it was love or not, Zahira obviously wanted to always be by her side.

Zayn has his own charm in the eyes of Zahira. He was a loving and understanding man, like there was a father figure in him. At once Zahira looked like a child hanging in his father's arms.

"Zayn, after eating we get out of here huh. I'm afraid Roni is coming again. It was lucky there was you, if it wasn't possible I-"

"Sstt... Don't think weird!" Zayn placed his index finger on Zahira's lips. "We're definitely going, but where should I take you? I don't have a decent place, you can't be at home. I have nothing but a simple hut that I live in right now."

"Zay... " Zahira cupped his hands on the man's cheeks.

"I'm sorry Zahira, I'm really sorry. I should have never come into your life, now you must suffer because of me." - Zayn said with a sad look.

"No Zayn, don't talk like that! I have never regretted meeting you, I am so grateful. If there were no you that day, no idea what would happen to me, I might be dead." lapse Zahira with teary eyes.

"I want to come with you, Zayn. It doesn't matter if it's a bamboo hut, the important thing is that you're with me" Zahira said.

"You sure?" Zayn frowned.

"Yes, I'm sure." nods Zahira commenting on the smile.

"Yes if you are sure. But later do not regret yes, in my house there is no AC, no bathroom in the room, the mattress is also hard and a lot of mosquitoes. I'm sure you won't feel at home" Zayn boasted a smile.

"It's okay, there are you who can fan me. If you want to go to the bathroom there is also you who accompany, continue if the mattress is hard I will be able to sleep on your body. Let's try it first. Some of us can't go to my house, Roni can just look for me there" Zahira said with a laugh.

"Hehe... He wants to say he can't be away from me." Zayn chuckled as he pinched Zahira's cheek, then sipped the coffee that had been cold after the fried rice made by Zahira earlier.

"Backk..."

Zayn had a big belch that made Zahira anxious, and then bit her lip. "Not polite,"

"Haha... After your cooking is delicious, I can get fat if cooked like this every day." continued Zayn. He laughed out loud.

After breakfast, the two returned to their rooms. Zahira gets ready to pack things, Zayn helps her.

While in another villa, Roni looks frustrated after what happened earlier. Maybe he lost competitiveness with a snot boy like Zayn. Of course he can't accept this. He should have Zahira, not Zayn the poor boy. That's the curse that came out of Roni's mouth while destroying the tool in front of him.

He could not accept this, but he had previously tried hard so that his divorce was not granted by the court but Zahira found support from Amira. That is what makes Roni suddenly angry and vent his heartache on Amira who is his first wife.

At one o'clock in the afternoon the luxury car Zayn was driving into an alley. The car then stopped right in front of a cute little house and had a fairly roomy yard.

Zayn got off after turning off the engine and opened the door for Zahira. Zayn reached out, Zahira grabbed him. The two enter Zayn's humble little house. Although small but the house looks very neat and clean.

"This is your house?" zahira asked as she turned the bead of eyes combing every corner of the house.

"Yes, you don't like it? Didn't I just say that-"

"No Zayn, I like it. It's okay the small important thing is comfortable to live in." cut Zahira out before Zayn finishes his speech.

"There is only one room. If you want to shower or urinate, the bathroom is in the back. Now that you rest in the room, I'm going to drop off some stuff for a second!" Zayn.

"Yes" nodded Zahira. He then walked to Zayn's room and took care of all the things inside. There was only a wooden bed and a bed-based spring bed, a medium-size two-door wooden cabinet and a large mirror. Besides, there was nothing else but Zayn's clothes hanging on the wall.

True what Zayn said earlier, his house is very simple with makeshift tools but Zahira feels comfortable in that house.

The atmosphere was cold, calm and calm. At a glance like houses in the countryside, cool and comfortable to live in.

Zahira then opened the jacket she was wearing and hung it on the wall, her bulging stomach was clearly visible behind the tank top attached to her body.

"Well..." Zahira sighed and threw it away violently, then opened the hair tie and lay down on Zayn's mattress. "Not too hard" Zahira murmured to herself, then squinted slowly.

Before long, Zayn came while dragging two suitcases in hand. A smile was engraved on his lips as he caught the woman he loved already asleep on the bed.

Zayn could not bring Zahira to his house. Zahira will not feel at home especially in a state of pregnancy like this. He needs comfort for now but Zayn has no other choice. If they went home to Zahira, Roni would easily find them.

Zayn is not afraid of Roni, but Zayn is worried about Zahira and her flesh and blood developing in her womb.

After putting the suitcase and putting the clothes together in the closet, Zayn came out and walked towards the stall not far from home. He bought rice, vegetables, chilies, eggs and some other staples that he needed.

When he was about to go home, Zayn happened to cross paths with the local RT chairman. Inevitably Zayn was forced to call him and tell him about Zahira who now lives with him. Zayn also asked for help so that the RT chairman would help him take care of the marriage license, Zayn did not want the presence of Zahira to be a material for local residents.

After the RT chief accepted his request, Zayn shook the middle-aged man's hand. He promised to deliver his personal documents tonight. The sooner the better for their status to be clear in the eyes of law and religion, he did not want his son to be called an illegitimate child because he was born without a clear status.

Zayn did not want the unlucky fate he had been bearing all this time to flow on his son. Zayn was raised by a father and mother who loved him dearly, but still the deceased were both foster parents who took Zayn from the orphanage since he was five years old. Zayn heard that when he was fifteen, one year before his adoptive mother died and two years before his adoptive father followed.

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