Most Beautiful Khilafat
The Most Beautiful Conversation Chapter 15.

After Zayn finished cooking, he arranged the food on a small table in the corner of the kitchen. He doesn't have a dining table like everyone else. He used to eat while sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the floor.

Zayn hoped that Zahira would not mind this, however Zahira was already used to living a luxurious life. Will Zahira be at home living with him in this kind of situation? Zayn was really hesitant to think about it.

After everything was done, Zayn walked into the room and sat down on the side of the bed. He bowed his back and kissed Zahira's forehead while stroking the woman's stomach that had been protruding.

"Zahira, eat yuk first! The baby was crying, she said, Mama was naughty because she did not want to feed." so Zayn proudly. How not, soon he will be a father of a baby conceived by the woman he loves.

"Hm... I'm fucking Zayn, five minutes to go." Zahira pulled Zayn's hand and hugged his arm tightly. Zayn's body slumped beside Zahira.

"Sleep yes sleep, no need to pull me too times. Oh, intentionally teasing me. Want me to eat now?" Zayn jumps up on the bed and overpowers Zahira's body.

"Zayn, no! It's still daylight" murmured Zahira with her eyes still closed.

"Why noon? What matters is the taste, right?" goda Zay. He drowned the face on Zahira's neck and tickled her with his tongue.

"Haihihah... Zayn, ticklish. Aakh..." Zahira almost screamed because she could not hold back her amused, her eyes opened immediately.

"Wake up, if I'm still sleeping I move down. Don't scream if you want to!" gertak Zayn smelled a smile.

"Don't dong Zayn, I won't be strong. Then my voice would shrill to the outside. Would you like to be busted by the people around?" zahira.

"No problem, the most requested marriage after that." replied Zayn lightly while commenting on the smile.

"Yee, that's what you want." Zahira cut her lips.

Suddenly Zayn's smile faded away instantly. "Yes, you're right. I really want that. I want to account for my actions, I don't want my son to be called an illegitimate child. But I also cannot impose my will, I have no power for it."

Zayn lifted his body and moved away from Zahira. With glazed eyes he left the room and returned to the kitchen, his body suddenly slumped on the floor.

I don't know what he's thinking, but Zayn certainly feels too stupid to expect Zahira to be his wife. Compared to her, Roni is much more worthy and able to meet Zahira's needs.

"Zay... You why?" Zahira suddenly came and crouched down in front of Zayn.

Immediately Zayn swept his face so that Zahira would not see the tears that had just fallen on her cheeks. "It's okay. Come on, we better eat first!" Zayn went up and lifted Zahira's body from her squat, then took her to sit on the ground with a mat. "Wait here yeah, I'll get you some rice first!"

Zahira looked at Zayn's back with an unusual look. He seemed to know what Zayn was thinking, then Zahira got up from her seat and splashed into Zayn's arms scooping rice from the rice cooker.

"Zayn.." said Zahira with a very close pagutan.

"Loh, why are you here? Let me get you, you have to rest a lot" Zayn said. The activity stopped instantly.

"No way, I want it to be like this." Zahira refused spoiled.

"Mazira..." Zayn gritted his teeth.

"Zay..." Zahira sharpened his gaze, Zayn's guts shrieked instantly.

"Yes, just hug it. If necessary don't have to be taken off forever." Despite the difficulties, Zayn continued his activities.

After taking the rice, Zayn walked towards the sambal table. It's like a robot that just ran out of battery. But how else, he did not dare to oppose Zahira's wishes. Who knows, it was Zahira's cravings that had been delayed.

"You cook yourself?" zahira asked as Zayn opened the hood.

"Yes, I was shopping at the end shop. I'm sorry, there's only this." said Zayn.

Yes, although for the last three months Zayn has managed and developed Zahira's cafe, but Zayn never used his money. Zayn only took a salary according to his own efforts, while the cafe income he put into a special account that was deliberately made for Zahira.

Zayn did not want to be labeled as a male double-eyed man who deliberately approached Zahira for money, not the least he had ever intended to be. What he did from the beginning was purely because of the humanity that eventually ended up being khilaf and changed everything.

"Zay... Don't apologize, I'm tired of hearing it. I'll eat whatever you cook for me, okay!" Suddenly Zahira raised a voice that made Zayn speechless.

Then Zahira took the plate in Zayn's hand. After filling it with round balado eggs and clear kale vegetables, Zahira left Zayn just like that. He sat at the bottom of the floor with his back to Zayn. A drop of clear liquid fell on the corner of his eye.

Zayn frowned while scratching his head which did not itch at all, then walked over to Zahira and sat down before him.

"What look-look?" nagging Zahira upon noticing Zayn's unusual gaze.

Wanted to be angry but Zayn was anxious to see it. Zahira is very cute in such a pouty and jutek fashion.

"Beautiful," Zayn murmured a smile.

"Don't beat me when I'm angry!" ketus Zahira with a deadly gaze while stabbing the egg balado on the plate until it is destroyed.

"Why? Wanna kill me? No problem, I'm ready to die in your hands" Zayn said lightly.

"Zayn.." snapped Zahira puffing her cheeks.

"What dear?" sahut Zayn smelled a smile.

Suddenly Zahira was silent hearing that. The words of affection spoken from Zayn's mouth made him want to scream as loud as he could. Only Zayn dared to call him dear like that.

Immediately Zahira put her plate on the floor, then threw her body into Zayn's embrace.

"Hehehe... Don't be so tight baby, the baby's gonna be shocked." Zayn rubbed Zahira's cheeks with his fingers, then kissed Zahira's lips gently.

"Zayn.." murmured Zahira with a sad look.

"Hm... Why?" sahut Zayn commented on the smile.

"Do you really love me?" ask Zahira to make sure.

"Freak question," decis Zayn narrowed his eyes.

"Jawab Zayn!" zahira.

"What is it that you want answered? What have I done not enough to prove it? I'm not the kind of love-bending guy, it's been said once. I will never repeat it." replied Zayn as he was.

"But I want to hear it again" said Zahira with pursed lips.

"For what? Do you want to make me feel stupid for loving a woman who doesn't love me at all?" Zayn smiled bitterly.

"No, it's not that. I just want to hear it one more time." Zahira bit her lips while playing the edges of her nails.

"Yes, I love you. I love you so much and want to make you my wife. I want to build my little family with you and our future son. I know I don't deserve to say this, but-"

"I want to be your wife. I also want to build a small family with you." Zahira cut off before Zayn finished speaking.

"You sure?" Zayn tried to make sure, his forehead shriveled waiting for an answer.

"Yes, I'm sure." nodded Zahira.

"Seriously?" Zayn squinted.

"Yes, I'm serious. Marry me soon!" pinta Zahira's.

"Oh, baby. Why not talk about it from yesterday?" Zayn eroded the distance and gripped Zahira's nape gently and rubbed her lips feelingly.

"Enough!" Zahira pushed Zayn's face until the link of their lips came off. "From now on don't touch, just wait!"

"No, I can't promise. It's good to play forbidden," Zayn stuck out his tongue and went back to melu*mat their lips Zahira.

Seriate...