Most Beautiful Khilafat
The Most Beautiful Conversation Chapter 3.

After wrapping Zahira's body in a towel, Zayn took her out and laid her on the bed. Just as Zayn was about to move away, Zahira swiftly restrained her wrist.

"Don't go!" lirih Zahira with a trembling voice.

Zayn paused his intention to leave, and he sat down by the side of the bed.

"Mother sleeps alone, I won't go." said Zayn as he stared intimately at the boss's pale face.

Zahira smiled bitterly and clasped Zayn's hand tightly. He needs a place to lean, but Zayn might be the one. Five years old, he's too old for Zayn. But Zahira felt comfortable with the man.

"You just saw my body, right? Aren't you interested in it one bit?" asked Zahira with an unusual look.

"Deg!"

Suddenly, Zayn's face paled, his heart racing at the thought of the strange question.

Not not uninterested, but from now on Zayn was trying to control himself so as not to cross his boundaries. As a normal man of course his body responds to that scene, but Zahira's boss and Zahira's status are still people's wives. Zayn didn't dare take the risk.

"No need to answer, I already know the answer." Zahira smiled bitterly and turned her face away, she also removed Zayn's hand from her grasp.

"Lady..."

"It's okay, now I know why my husband won't touch me. I thought my husband had an abnormality but it turned out that the fault was in myself. I'm not attractive, where there are men who want me." said Zahira with teary eyes.

"It's not so Mom, it means"

"Maybe I am destined to live alone, no one wants me. Both my parents left me, I was lonely, I felt lost. I thought that by accepting that matchmaking I could make my husband a milestone, but it turned out that he betrayed our marriage. We don't love each other but I'm learning. Now that all my dreams are gone, I must accept this solitude for the rest of my life."

"Mom, don't talk like that! Mother is not unattractive, but Mother's husband is blind. She couldn't see how perfect Mom was as a woman."

With trembling hands, Zayn ventured to touch Zahira's cheek and rubbed it gently.

"Beautiful mother, great lady mother, she will regret having wasted a woman like Mother. I'm sure there are still a lot of great men out there who want to have a mother, maybe the time has not come" said Zayn.

"What about you? You're a man too, right? Don't you want to have me?" cerca Zahira's.

"Deg!"

Again Zayn's heart was shaken at Zahira's words. As a normal man he is desperate to have that woman, but he realizes who she is and where she is. He was not worth Zahira, where perhaps the rock could be juxtaposed with jewels.

"If I wanted to, it wouldn't be possible. Our relationship is only limited to the boss and his men. Now that I'm asleep, calm my mind. Rest assured tomorrow morning everything will be fine!"

Zayn moved his hand away from Zahira's cheek, he turned his face away and sighed heavily. Question after question that was thrown by Zahira earlier made his adrenaline more boosted. Zayn's body began to heat up to withstand the tightness of seeing Zahira's body which was only wrapped in a towel.

"I took a quick shower" said Zayn. He got up from his seat and stepped towards the bathroom.

While waiting for Zayn to finish his bath, Zahira got out of bed and took her iPhone in a bag. Zahira opens an online app and orders clothes for both of them. There's no way Zahira would wear a towel like that.

After finishing choosing the clothes he wanted, Zahira sat down on the sofa. He opened the p3k box earlier and covered his wound with ointment.

Not long after, Zayn came out wearing only a towel that was coiled around his waist. As soon as Zahira was sculpting, he did not expect that Zayn had a very proportional body at that young age.

"Sorry Mom, I didn't mean to be presumptuous. My clothes are dirty and smelly, I'd like to order a little something." Zayn snatched his android that was lying on the table.

"No need, I've ordered clothes for both of us. Maybe soon to come," said Zahira who is still loyal to look at the athletic body Zayn.

"All right," Zayn put his android back. He deliberately sat far away from Zahira, he did not want to khilaf if it was close to the woman. Zahira was like a witch who had conquered her heart in the blink of an eye.

"Zayn.." call Zahira.

"Yes Ma'am.." said Zayn.

"No.." Zayn answered honestly. She never fell in love, her days were just working and fulfilling her needs. "Why Ma'am?" Zayn.

"It's okay, it's just nanya." replied Zahira.

"Hmmm..." Zayn mustard as if to understand.

"Tok Tok Tok"

There was a knock on the door from outside. Zahira wanted to stand up but Zayn prevented her. "Let me!"

Zayn stepped towards the door and opened it slightly.

"Excuse me, we'll drop off the package on behalf of Zahira's mother" said a courier from behind the door.

"Yes, give it to me!" Zayn took over the package from the hand of the courier kang. "How much is everything?" ask Zayn.

"It was paid off, I just delivered it. Excuse me,"

After the courier disappeared, Zayn closed the door and walked over to Zahira.

"It's Mom..." Zayn thrust the package into Zahira's hands. After the woman opened it, she gave a stel of men's clothing complete with core clothes to Zayn.

"How much money do I have to pay Mom?" ask Zayn.

"Five million," Zahira replied lightly.

"Five million?" Zayn was aghast with his eyes perfectly open. "What clothes are that expensive? Usually three hundred thousand can too." Zayn complained. He was flabbergasted and rubbed his face violently.

"That's branded clothing, just look at yourself if you don't believe it." Zahira smiled.

"Jeez, you know this mending I ordered myself earlier. Auto not payday for two months," complained Zayn with dark face water.

Zahira who heard that smiled suddenly at Zayn's adorable look, not only handsome but the man was also innocent. Zahira likes.

"You don't have to give the money back, but instead you have to be willing to obey everything I want" Zahira said.

"I mean Mom?" Zayn frowned.

Zahira smiled. "First, don't call me again!" Zahira.

"If you don't call me, then who does dong call you? Brother, or Aunt?" zayn said innocently.

"Zahira, just call my name!"

"Aish, masa' calling a name anyway? It's not polite, I'm younger than Mom" Zayn protested.

"So you're saying I'm old?" Zahira closed her gaze.

"Ti-No, that's not what it means. Well, so it's all wrong." Zayn looked nervous and scratched his head which was not itchy at all.

"Yes, then call my name. If you don't, pay the five million right now!" threaten Zahira smiles.

"Yes, yes" Zayn answered quickly. He couldn't pay that money right now. Boro-boro five million, five hundred thousand money he did not have.

"Za-Zahira, I'm going to the bathroom for a minute." Zayn called out the woman's name.

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