Most Beautiful Khilafat
The Most Beautiful Conversation Chapter 31.

In the afternoon, Zayn and Zahira went downstairs after bathing together and changing clothes.

After renovating the room some time ago, they deliberately added mattresses, cabinets and other furniture needed. Do not forget also they provide clothes in the closet to be on guard if something like that happened unexpectedly.

Arriving below, the two smiled to see the state of the cafe which was crowded with visitors. The waiters were busy going in and out of the kitchen to prepare orders.

Not wanting a foot barge just like that, both of them went into the kitchen to help two chefs who were in the middle of the club completed the many orders that piled up. Even to take a breather rest there is no time.

After putting up the apron, Zayn began to work on preparing food while Zahira helped prepare drinks. Both look like professional chefs.

By nightfall, the cafe was starting to fall apart. Both of them took a break and sat down to enjoy the sunset. The yellowing sky adds to the beautiful atmosphere of the evening.

In the middle of the fun joking like a young man who is dating, suddenly they are both surprised by the arrival of a luxury car that stops in the parking lot. A middle-aged man and woman whom they knew very well got out of the car, another man followed down and sat in a wheelchair.

Zayn stared lazily and turned his neck towards Zahira. "Look yuk!" bring him.

"But Zayn"

"I don't want to meet them" Zayn got up from his seat and walked away. He deliberately left Zahira, so that his wife would welcome them.

Zahira looked at Zayn's back which started to move away from her gaze, a few seconds later she turned him towards the three people who were already in front of her.

"Zahira.." said Lina with a smile.

"Yes, please sit down!" sahut Zahira with courtesy. "Dad.." added Zahira greeting Suganda.

"Then excuse me" Fikri said after pushing Suganda's wheelchair. He walked away from the three of them and chose to wait in the car.

"What's up, Mom? Tumben you two came here," asked Zahira starting the conversation. Actually he already knew but pretended not to know to avoid awkwardness between them.

"Dad wants to meet Zayn, is Zayn there?" ask Suganda straight to the point. He did not want to convolve, he was already impatient to bring Zayn home.

"Sorry Dad, Zayn can't be bothered. He's-"

"He why?" cut Suganda.

Zahira squinted the goods eyes for a moment and sighed as much as possible. It was difficult for him to talk, but he himself could not lie, it was not him.

Inevitably Zahira was forced to be honest so that this problem did not drag on. He just wanted Zayn to calm down to live his life, too much of the burden Zayn had endured all along. She did not want her husband to suffer.

"Sorry Dad, Zayn doesn't want to see Dad" said Zahira, feeling bad, her tears suddenly darkened.

"Why Zahira? What's Dad-"

"Zayn knew everything, we heard it in the hospital yesterday. It's not fair to him, let alone yesterday Mas Roni came to our house and beat Zayn without mercy. Zayn didn't expect a family like this, he didn't want to be part of your family. Let us live our own way!" clearly Zahira with glazed eyes.

With a faint look, Suganda held onto his chest which suddenly felt pained. His respiratory cavity narrowed hearing that, this was very painful for him. Especially when you know what Roni did to Zayn. Suganda was so angry that he forgot to control his emotions.

"Lina, take me home!" the door with breath stuck in the throat. He just wanted to meet Roni and teach her the savage son a lesson.

"Yes, fine." nodded Lina.

After saying goodbye, Lina pushed Suganda's wheelchair towards the car. Zahira leaned back on the back of the chair and inhaled as much air as possible.