Most Beautiful Khilafat
The Most Beautiful Conversation Chapter 34.

At two o'clock in the morning Zayn's car arrived at the hospital parking lot. The two stepped in with their hands clasping each other.

"Om, how's Dad doing?" zahira asked shortly after arriving at the door of the room. Of course she panicked, however Suganda was her former in-law. And if Zayn is his real son, it means that Zahira is still his daughter-in-law even from a different son.

"The hope is very small, he lost a lot of blood" Fikri replied with a heart-wrenching look. While Roni who was still there chose to throw away his face when capturing the arrival of Zayn and Zahira.

Although Roni was eager to expel the two of them, but it was impossible for him to do so. What if Zayn's blood does indeed match Suganda's? He was their only hope at the moment.

"Check my blood, if it's suitable take whatever you need!" timpal Zayn was full of confidence when a doctor came out of the room, the doctor told him that Suganda's situation was getting worse.

"Wait a minute, let's hurry!" urged Zayn who began to fret about the state of Suganda. The anger in his heart subsided a little for now, he knew this was not the right time to blame each other.

Then the doctor took Zayn to another room to be examined. After getting a sample and Zayn's blood was found to be suitable, a nurse started donating. Unmitigated, Zayn had to give up his three blood bags for the man who had wasted himself.

Sixty minutes later, the nurse pulled the needle that had sucked Zayn's blood and brought the blood to Suganda's room.

With a pushy and twitching gaze, Zayn got down from the gurney and left the room with staggered steps. "Let's go, baby, let's go home now!" bring Zayn. For him to donate blood was enough to help Suganda through his critical period, no need to wait or see him.

"But Zayn"

"Please baby, come on!" cut Zayn while hugging Zahira's waist and lay his head on his wife's shoulder. Zayn's energy was quite sucked in as a considerable amount of blood was taken from his body.

"It's okay Zahira, just take Zayn home. He needs time to rest" Fikri said. The man approached Zayn and patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you for the help, you're a good kid" he added with a haru feeling. He could not believe why Suganda threw away such a great child, how foolish his master was. Now how sorry he would have been if he had known that the son he had thrown away had saved his life.

After the departure of Zayn and Zahira, Roni wanted to catch up but Fikri quickly prevented it. "Don't make trouble, Zayn doesn't have the energy to serve you!" sternly with a sharp look.

"Heh, only that much blood had defended him half to death. Om and Dad are the same," said Roni with a mocking smile. He feels like a loser who can't do anything, while Zayn manages to become a helper angel in his helplessness. "I want to go home, tomorrow I'm here again." he added as it passed.

Seeing how haughty Roni's attitude was, Fikri shook his head. I don't know when the man will understand and change his view on Zayn? Though clearly Zayn is only a victim of the selfishness of Suganda in the past.

It is difficult for Fikri to interpret the increasingly heated relationship between the two children of his employer.

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"Mas, you just got home?" amira asked as she rubbed her eyes. He woke up when he heard the sound of the room door being slammed violently.

"What do you care, huh?" ketus Roni with a look of disdain and a raised voice. Until now his attitude towards Amira has not changed even though there is a child that is developing in the womb of his wife.

"Of course I care, you're my husband Mas. Please look at me as your wife!" amira replied firmly with an incomprehensible look.

Amira rubbed her face and breathed as much air as she could, she then got up from her bed and got off the bed and walked towards the closet preparing a change of clothes for Roni.

Shortly after Roni came out, Amira approached her and gave the clothes in her hands to Roni. "Here, Mas."

"Plaque!"

"Don't pay attention to me!" roni snapped after patting Amira's hand, the clothes in the woman's hand immediately fell on the floor.

Suddenly Amira was aghast with eyes that suddenly glazed, less what else he so that not once Roni appreciates every effort.

It seems Amira is no longer strong to face a household like this, she thinks slowly Roni will change but the reality is Roni actually hates it even more. Even her growing belly was unable to melt her husband's stone heart.

"Mas, I want us to split up. I can no longer bear this cold attitude of yours, let us live each of our lives. I'm tired, Mas." - Omit Amira shed tears, inevitably she had to say that.

"Yes, then go!" roni replied lightly, there is no fear and the slightest doubt in his heart to release the wife who was carrying his flesh blood. Even to look at her alone Roni was very reluctant.

"Well Mas, I'll go." nodded Amira weakly.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Amira stepped closer to the closet and opened it. He took out a suitcase and filled it with makeshift clothes.

Never in his mind would part in this way, not the slightest bit of regret in Roni's eyes seeing him like this. He also had no intention of preventing Amira.

Why hope in this uncertainty? Perhaps it was her destiny to raise a child she had not yet born alone.

As the clock ticks at six in the morning, Amira steps away from the room.

She had been crying all this time, let everything go as her husband wished. It's better than continuing to hurt each other.

At the apartment, Zayn had just fallen asleep in Zahira's arms. The blood transfusion had made him completely weak to sleep with a slight snoring coming out of his mouth. Zahira who saw it just smiled as she rubbed her husband's head.

Zahira is happy and proud of Zayn. It does not matter how much life he has lived in the past, whose name parents are still parents despite the suffering he has given Zayn.

Her husband is one of the lucky ones because he still has a father figure that he can see for real, in contrast to Zahira who will never see the figure of his parents again.

Only Zayn now he has, where he leaned and shared all the grievances that come and go through his life.

Even so, Zahira remains grateful because Zayn's figure is able to be a light in the dark and solace when sad. Zayn is also able to be the figure of the husband he wants, set a happy future that will soon be more perfect with the presence of their first son.