Most Beautiful Khilafat
The Most Beautiful Conversation Chapter 2.

Roni flinched from her heated struggle, quickly grabbing onto the clothes that were already strewn on the floor and rushing over to put on them. Likewise with the woman who was with him, he swiftly pulled a blanket to cover his already innocent body.

Roni approached Zahira after tidying up her pants. "Zahira, what are you doing here? What's with your leg?" As if he did not have the burden of sin in the least, Roni asked lightly.

"Shut up! What do you care about me, huh?" Zahira yells hysterically at Roni. "I thought you were a good man but I was wrong. So this is why you don't want to touch me, I think you need time but it turns out..." Zahira's cry broke out, even to continue the words alone it felt so difficult.

"Zahira, listen to Mas's explanation first!"

Roni crouched down in front of Zahira and tried to touch her but Zahira quickly shook her hand.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands!" Zahira raised her voice. His burning eyes ignited the burning sparks. "What's my fault with you, huh? Whahuh? I know our marriage is not based on love but why do this to me, I'm still your legal wife. Why not just divorce me?"

"Zahira, I'm sorry but please listen to Mas's explanation first! I can't divorce you, I don't want to hurt Dad." Roni explained.

"You're afraid of hurting Dad's feelings but you hurt me by fucking the actor." Zahira snapped in tears.

"Zahira, you misunderstood. She's not a actor, she's Mas's wife. We're married" Roni admitted to the truth.

"Married quietly behind my back, huh? I'm a human not an animal, I have feelings. If you love her, why accept that match? Do you want to kill me slowly? Hicks..." Zahira's voice grew higher as the sobs got out of control.

"No Zahira, it's not that. She's Mas's first wife, we were married before we got married." Roni said honestly.

"Oh, so that means I'm the real actor. Is that what you mean? It's saddening my fate, "Zahira brushed her face violently.

"Zahira, I didn't mean to"

"Enough, I don't want to hear anything else from your mouth! Better divorce me now and do as you please!" yelled Zahira who was already stirred with emotion.

Zahira tried to get up from his seat, suddenly his body shrugged as the pain in his legs felt increasingly so-so. Even the fresh blood was getting more and more flowing as the blistered Zahira's skin was already exposed.

"Aww..." Zahira grimaced with the pain, her body almost slumped on the floor.

"Mazira..." Roni wanted to help him but suddenly Zayn came and caught Zahira's arm first.

"Mom's okay?" ask Zayn worried.

Zayn clutched that frail body. Although he was younger than Zahira but his body was much bigger and taller than that woman.

"I'm fine Zayn, please take me away from here!" pinta Zahira pleads.

"Yes ma'am, come on!" Zayn who does not know anything just obey the orders of his boss.

As the two arrived at the doorway, Zahira held back her steps and turned around. His gaze looked sharp filled with an enraged air that had already burst forth.

"Whatever the reason, I want us to get divorced as soon as possible. Fuck your father, I don't care about you anymore." Zahira said with a deadly look.

"Zahira, watch your talk! Remember, I'm your husband!" snapped Roni.

"Yes, you're right. You were my husband before I knew your ugliness, but from this moment on I am no longer your wife."

After saying that, Zahira turned her body to face Zayn. He stared at the young man's bead of eyes intensely.

"Zayn, do you have a boyfriend?" asked Zahira softening her voice. It was inversely opposite when he faced Roni.

"No Ma'am," Zayn nodded innocently.

"No ma'am" Zayn replied with a paled face. He was completely confused by this situation. Why would Zahira ask such an unimportant thing to her?

After hearing Zayn's confession, Zahira commented a smile at him. Without thinking Zahira suddenly pinched her foot and poked her hand on Zayn's neck, she quickly wiped the young man's lips and melu*matn him greedily. The shame of being lost was swallowed up by such deep disappointment in Zahira's heart. He does not love Roni, but the name of the husband is still wrong if he has cheated his wife. Especially the wife he legally married.

Zayn suddenly stared motionlessly, his heart racing as if shaken by a great earthquake. All these new years she felt the warmth of a woman's lips and it was her own boss's lips.

"Zahira's... What the hell are you doing? Release her!" roni who had lost his patience. Zahira could kiss another man in front of her husband's own eyes.

"This is just the beginning, I can also give my body to her." Zahira smiled slanted. "Come on Zayn, we'd better book a room! Tonight I'm yours,"

After saying that, Zahira eroded the distance with Zayn. He hugged the young man's waist and stepped slightly limping.

Roni who saw that was just silent without being able to do anything. He realized Zahira was injured, he also did not have the courage to defend himself.

With a silent water face, Roni closed the door of the room violently. He stepped onto the bed and sat down next to the woman he was fondling earlier.

Down there, Zahira really proved her words. He did not want to go home and asked Zayn to reserve a room for them. Zayn initially refuses, but Zahira threatens to fire him. Inevitably Zayn was forced to comply.

After booking a room and getting an access card, Zayn asked the officers to bring a p3k box to their room, then drove Zahira to the elevator.

Arriving on the seventh floor, the two entered room 1015. Zayn sat Zahira on the sofa. Before long, the hotel attendant came to bring me a p3k box.

Zayn then crouched down, intending to treat the wound on Zahira's leg but the woman refused. "Later, I'm gonna take a shower." Zahira got up from her seat and stepped like a limp. It hurt, but the wound in his heart hurt a lot more than that.

In the bathroom, Zahira undressed without leaving a thread. He stood in front of the mirror and pecked his body from head to toe.

The body looks perfect, there is nothing lacking with him. The skin is smooth white with a body that is not less than ideal with top artists. Her face is also beautiful and attractive.

Zahira smiled bitterly, she got into the bathtub and turned on the faucet. Even the pain when the water touched his skin was no longer felt.

After the water filled the bathtub, Zahira lowered her head. Perhaps with this the wound in his heart would heal as soon as possible.

The water continued to flow while Zahira's body was no longer visible.

Half an hour waiting, Zayn began to fidget out there. His feelings did not calm down to think about Zahira's situation.

Without thinking, Zayn stepped towards the bathroom door. He shouted to Zahira but there was no word from inside.

Then Zayn pressed the doorknob repeatedly but unfortunately the door was locked from the inside.

Worried, Zayn decides to break down the door. The third break opened the door to make Zayn's eyes widen.

"Lady..."

Zayn ran over to the bathtub, but his gut feeling was right. Zahira's not moving in there.

Zayn quickly turns off the faucet and lifts Zahira's body from inside the bathtub.

"What did Mom do? This is not true" Zayn snapped. He was really angry to see Zahira's stupidity.

Zahira smiled wryly and put her hand on Zayn's nape. His body had been pale for too long in the water.

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