Most Beautiful Khilafat
The Most Beautiful Consecration Chapter 36.

After the hot battle, Zayn was lying on the sofa with his body drenched in sweat. So did Zahira, but she quickly moved and went straight into the room and entered the bathroom to clean up.

Fifteen minutes passed, Zahira came out with a body that was fresher than before. This was the reason why he was lazy to take a bath when he woke up earlier, the edges must have been bathing again. She's already memorized how Zayn's brain fills her husband.

After putting on clean clothes and combing her hair, Zahira returned outside with a slight staggering step. It turns out that mastering the game completely makes Zahira's hinge joints feel like they want to get out of place, but Zahira really enjoys it, it feels more biting.

Arriving outside, Zahira quickly sat down at the dining table and called Zayn who was still laying on the sofa. "Darling, you didn't take a shower. How are you still sleeping? Aren't you hungry?"

"Can you take a shower later? Eat first," replied Zayn with half-open eyes. He was really tired, let alone last night he had just donated blood to Suganda. One glass of egg tea is not enough to restore her stamina, but hers had already asked to be clamped.

"Where can you, take a shower! If you haven't taken a shower, don't expect to eat!" zahira is full of emphasis.

"Dear baby, you don't feel sorry for your husband?" lamented Zayn with the face water.

"Loh, it's not like you were the one who made it. Already said later still ngeyel ask quickly, why now turn on me?" nagging Zahira with pursed lips, of course he was upset to hear Zayn's words. He wants her to complain.

With his legs still shaking, Zayn had to get up from the sofa. He left the room and walked towards the room, then cleaned himself in the bathroom.

About ten minutes later, Zayn came out fully clothed and sat down beside Zahira. His strength was completely drained, Zahira's sway earlier made him forget about his still weak condition. His li*bidonya is increasingly driven to enjoy Zahira's unusual naughty game.

How not, since getting married just this time Zahira tried the above position as before. It was always Zayn who dominated the game, but this time Zahira controlled Zayn completely. He tried various kinds of movements that he liked, of course Zayn really likes to see his wife who is more flexible when finding the most delicious position. It feels very legit, feels delicious to the crown.

After Zayn sat down, he pegged Zahira's face intimately. His affection for his wife was greater, he liked everything in Zahira.

"Honey, bribe dong!" pinta Zayn spoiled, she put together their seats and leaned on Zahira's arm.

Zahira then carved a smile and ruffled Zayn's hair that was still wet. "Aac.." lead Zahira to open her mouth.

Because there was no rejection from Zahira, Zayn opened his mouth wide. A spoonful of rice and side dishes went into his mouth.

"mmm... Delicious," praise Zayn as he chews his food. Zahira was good at spoiling his tongue, but Zayn never wanted to trouble his wife. He usually prepares food for the two of them. Zayn doesn't want Zahira to be exhausted, he wants Zahira to focus on her enlarged content.

"Again" Zayn pinta shortly after swallowing his food.

Zahira happily fed her husband until the rice on his plate was in the toilet, then Zahira added it again twice.

"Ohahaaakg..." Zayn quickly closed his mouth after letting out a large burp. Zahira laughed at her husband's misbehavior.

"Pretty dear, full." said Zayn as he grabbed a glass and sipped the water in it until the toilet.

After filling her stomach, Zahira tidied the dinner table and brought dirty dishes to the dishwasher. After washing it off and putting it on the dish shelf, Zahira left the kitchen and chose to sit on the sofa. Zayn followed him and sat down beside Zahira.

For a long time the two of them were silent until Zahira finally opened her voice. "Zayn.." he murmured softly.

"Hmm.." said Zayn while leaning his head on Zahira's arm.

"I'm thinking of Amira, how is she doing now?" lirih Zahira's. She remembers Amira once helped her to escape Roni's two-faced entanglement, she was afraid Amira was treated unfairly by her ex-husband. Moreover, Zahira knows that Amira is currently pregnant with Roni's child.

"Remember Amira does she remember her husband?" chirp Zayn. He suddenly moved away and made some distance between the two of them. Obviously Zayn didn't like to hear Zahira discussing them.

"What the hell is Zayn? I'm really worried about Amira's situation, this has nothing to do with Roni. He helped me at the trial that day. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have been able to get divorced with Roni." Zahira pursed her lips.

"Yes, then just come to his house. All reunion with ex-husband," ketus Zayn throw face. Still, he was not happy to hear the discussion of his wife.

"Good Zayn, if you're jealous, don't do this too. You think I'm a woman? I'm your wife, why be like this little boy anyway? Remember, no matter what, Amira is your sister-in-law!" zahira then decided to leave Zayn. Free is also continued if the edges become arguing and cause a fight between the two of them.

Zahira then chose to go into the room and forget his thoughts on Amira, then he sat on the mattress with a position leaning on the head of the bed and the legs of selonjoran.

He actually did not want to worry about Amira, but somehow suddenly he remembered the woman.

As a fellow woman, it was natural for Zahira to think with Amira. Moreover, he knew for sure that Roni was a little crazy, his brain was difficult to guess. What if Roni could hurt Amira? Zahira was worried about the child in the woman's womb.

"Anged?" zayn shouted that suddenly appeared behind the door, then stepped over to Zahira.

Zahira stared at Zayn at a glance, five seconds later she threw her gaze in another direction. "What's angry for?" zahira murmured softly, but still sounded in Zayn's ears.

"Sorry baby, I was wrong. I shouldn't be -"

"Not to be discussed, I'm going to sleep." Zahira quickly improved his position. He laid himself down and turned his back on Zayn with darkened water, then squinted his eyes.

Zayn gave a faint smile and went to lie next to Zahira, and Zayn hugged his wife like a bolster. Next to Zayn's hand hugged Zahira's waist and one of his legs twisted Zahira's thigh. Zayn then drowned his face in the nape of his distended wife.

No matter how angry Zahira is, if it's like this he'll be devastated too. A thin grin curved at the corner of his lips.