Most Beautiful Khilafat
The Most Beautiful Conversation Chapter 20.

The next day Fikri came back to the orphanage. She hoped that this time Lina had changed her mind and was willing to tell where the child was now.

With such great expectations, Fikri knocked on the door and entered Lina's room.

But alas a thousand times dear, Lina was still muddy with her stance. He would not open his mouth before meeting the child and asking for his opinion.

Lina did not want to be wrong in making a decision, let alone this concerned justice for a child who had been abandoned since infancy.

After Fikri left her room, Lina rushed to reach for the bag and got ready to go out to visit the residence of the child she had raised so lovingly for five years.

Lina then left the children of the orphanage to her sister and immediately left the place. He stopped a taxi and rode it in a hurry. After sitting down and mentioning the address he wanted to go to, the driver drove the taxi at Lina's request.

Along the way, Lina's face looked riled up and chaotic. There was fear lingering in him considering the arrival of the stranger. Lina doubted whether what the man said was true or her wits were to trap the innocent child.

It could have been his goal to eliminate the boy or destroy his life. Not that Lina wanted to be bad, but all the possibilities of course could happen.

After a journey of about an hour, the taxi arrived in front of a small house that was very simple. The house which is the relics of the two adoptive parents of the child.

Lina got out of the taxi and paid the bill. After the taxi left, Lina walked with her footstep towards the entrance.

"Tok Tok Tok"

With trembling hands, Lina knocked on the door while turning her neck to and fro looking at the situation. Unfortunately, no one came out to open the door.

Lina grew worried and came back to knock. But unfortunately the situation still remains the same, the house looks deserted. It seems like there is no one in it.

Then Lina left the house and walked to a stall not far from there. Lina greeted the shopkeeper and asked where the owner of the house was now. Finally Lina heaved a sigh of relief after getting the address where the owner of the house is located.

After saying thank you, Lina left the stall and walked forward. In front of the alley there are many motorcycle taxi stands, Lina can use it to get to her destination.

"Oject!" call Lina.

A motorcycle taxi driver turned on the motorcycle and quickly approached the middle-aged woman.

After Lina mentioned the address she wanted to go to, she got on the bike and put on the helmet that kang ojek gave her. In a matter of seconds the ojek immediately drove combing the highway.

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"Darling, eat first yuk! It's noon" Zayn asked. Today they both came to the cafe to check things out there. Both spend more time indoors than outside.

"I want to eat Padang rice. Pengen sambal rendang and gulai nangka," said Zahira expressed his desire.

"Can you eat where you want to be wrapped?" ask Zayn. He sat on the handle of the sofa and stroked Zahira's hair.

"Wrap it, I'm a mager. Want to sleep first while waiting for the rice wrapper to arrive." replied Zahira while laying her head on Zayn's thigh.

"Loh, he said he wanted rice packs. How can I move?" Zayn frowned as he rubbed Zahira's head.

"Take people, baby, you can't go anywhere!" Zahira wrapped her hands around Zayn's waist and hugged him tightly.

Entering the age of almost four months, Zahira felt something strange with her. She wanted to continue to sway in Zayn's body, she did not want to be far from her husband even to go to the bathroom.

While Zayn himself still often nausea and occasional cravings. Perhaps because Zahira rarely felt it, so the effect of her pregnancy moved on Zayn.

"Yes, let go first! I'm going to find Heru and have him buy you the packaged rice you want" Zayn said.

Zahira let go of his embrace, then Zayn immediately stood up and left the room for a moment to look for the whereabouts of Heru who used to be Zayn's co-worker.

After Heru obeyed Zayn's orders and left the cafe, Zayn turned around about to return to the room but the voice of a woman suddenly stopped his steps.

"Zayn.." exclaimed the woman.

Zayn turned around and frowned. "Yes" he said confused.

Suddenly the woman hugged him, Zayn was really confused because he did not feel familiar with the woman. "Zayn, thank God I can meet you here. I want to talk, son, something I want to tell you, this is very important." explained the woman.

"Me?" Zayn pointed to himself while squinting.

"Yes, I'll explain. We can sit down!" take the woman, then let go of her embrace.

"It can, but in my room only Mom. My wife can't be left for long" Zayn said, then walked into her room. The woman followed from behind.

"You're married, son?" ask the woman while continuing to follow Zayn's steps.

"Already," replied Zayn, although he did not know Zayn still answer him honestly.

"Thank God, I'm so glad to hear that."

After climbing the stairs, the two of them arrived at Zahira's room which has now become Zayn's room as well.

Zayn gave the woman permission to come in and let her sit down. Zahira who was waiting on the sofa suddenly knitted her eyebrows. Who is the woman who came with her husband? Zahira thought without saying it.

"Is this your wife, son?" ask the woman after sitting on the sofa.

"Yes, this is my wife. His name was Zahira, "Zayn sat beside his wife and stared confusedly at the woman, as did Zahira.

"Whose mother? What's the need for a mother with my husband?" ask Zahira.

"So here's the..."

The woman who turned out to be Lina started telling me everything from beginning to end. Starts from the first time he finds Zayn, raising him and releasing him for adoption.

"What?" Zayn opened his eyes wide, he did not expect that he was a child that was not wanted by his own parents. So also with Zahira who closed her mouth so surprised.

Then Lina continued her story. He says that Zayn's father wants to meet for the rest of his life soon. He also said what Fikri said was that there had been a misunderstanding until Zayn became a victim. Fikri knew for sure that her female employer was not that type of woman. It's just the wits of people who want to destroy the wholeness of their families.

Believing in disbelief Zayn should be legowo accepting this reality. His world seemed to collapse, suddenly his body slumped on the floor. Zayn bent his legs and hid his face between his knees, his tears falling unexpectedly. He even squeezed his hair like a frustrated person.

Instantly Zahira and Lina were aghast, both of them rushed over to Zayn.

"Zayn, I'm sorry, son. I love you, the mother who raised you for five years before you were adopted. I want you to have a full family, so I'm forced to let you go. But I really don't know where you're from." explained Lina tearfully.

"No, I'm not wrong. Mom's already meritorious for not letting me freeze to death out there. I thank you for that, Mother has given me a second life. But why would they throw me away? What's my fault, ma'am?" isak Zayn's.

"I told you, all because of a misunderstanding. You're Zayn's rich son, your father is alive and wants to meet. Now that he's sick, that's what Mom's with from her man."

"Why didn't he come alone? Why should I send people?"

"He's been unable to walk since your mother's death. For the five years you were in the parlour, she was lying in the hospital. Once there was a man who came, but you've been adopted. I don't know if what he said was true or not, but that's what he told me. I just want to tell you to take care of yourself. If that's true, then your life will be better after this. But if it's wrong, you have to be careful!"

Seriate...