Most Beautiful Khilafat
The Most Beautiful Conversation Chapter 37.

After receiving a blood transfusion from Zayn two days ago, Suganda's condition has now improved. Her spirit grew even more intense after reading the piece of paper that Fikri had given her to his hand.

Yes, the night that Zayn donated his blood to Suganda, there came an idea in Fikri's mind to do a DNA test. After conspiring with the doctor, Fikri managed to get answers to all that had been blotting in his mind all along.

From the lab results that are already in the hands of Suganda, Zayn's DNA is declared to match 99.99 percent. It means that Zayn is the biological son of Suganda, his flesh and blood which he has shed and he wasted for twenty years.

It is unsurprising how much interest Suganda had when reading the writing typed on the paper. There were deep feelings of happiness, sadness and regret in his heart.

Why would he be this reckless in the past? In order to heed the words of others who wanted to ruin his happiness, he instead made a foolish decision that is now the biggest regret of his life.

For twenty years Zayn lost his identity, he lost the affection of a father who should be a place for him to lean, sigh and share laughter.

During that time Roni also holds grudges and anger over the destruction of his family, making him the figure of an arrogant and mysterious man like today.

All is the fault of Suganda who failed to maintain the integrity of his household, his two sons were the victims of his corruption.

"Fikri, take me to meet Zayn! I must bring my son and daughter-in-law home." asked Suganda with a burning spirit. He wanted to atone for all the sins he had committed and unite his two sons to make peace with the situation.

"Sorry sir, it looks like Zayn is no longer living in that house. Let me make sure where they live now" said Fikri, then reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a mobile phone.

Fikri slightly moved away from the gurney Suganda was sleeping in, he tried to contact Zahira to get information about their whereabouts. That's if Zahira's willing to tell him.

After contacting Zahira many times, Fikri turned towards Suganda while shaking his head. It seemed like Zahira had deliberately not picked up the call from him. Maybe Zahira doesn't want Zayn to get angry about being in touch with people he hates so much.

Then Fikri took the initiative to bring Suganda to Zahira's cafe, maybe they were both there.

After traveling about half an hour more, the car was driven by Fikri in the cafe parking lot.

He got down first and helped Suganda sit on a wheelchair, then pushed him into the place.

"Excuse me Deck, are Zayn and Zahira around?" fikri asked a cafe waitress who accidentally ran into them.

The waiter was unmoved, he took turns at Fikri and Suganda. "Sorry, who are you?" asked the waiter to knit an eyebrow.

Previously Zayn had instructed the manager and the cafe servants not to carelessly accept guests, he and Zahira needed privacy. Anyone who comes looking for them must have permission first.

"I'm Fikri," the man reached out as a greeting of introduction. "And this is my boss, Mr. Suganda. He's Zayn's father." explained Fikri after shaking hands with the maid.

Suddenly the servant's eyes widened, which he knew Zayn was an orphan. This is really strange, from the appearance of Suganda it is clear that he is not a random person. Is Zayn really a rich man?

"Adek.." call Fikri, the servant gasped from his brief daydream.

"Yes sir, wait a minute" replied the waiter stammered, then let the two men sit down.

After Fikri and Suganda waited at a table, the waiter resigned. He walked up the stairs to Zahira's room upstairs.

"Sore sir, ma'am, there are guests who want to meet" said the waiter bowed his back.

"Who?" ask Zayn and Zahira at the same time. The two frowned and stared at each other.

"I-That's... If it is not wrong, Mr. Fikri is the same sir... Mr. Suganda." obviously the waiter thought.

As soon as Zayn's facial features turned tangled hearing the name, he rubbed his face and sighed profusely. "Okay, come back down! We were down in a moment" said Zayn with a lazy look, and the waiter left them behind.

Why else would the old man come looking for him? It felt like Zayn wanted to go as far as possible so that nothing else would interfere with his life. Zayn is tired of dealing with them, but ultimately he will be the target of Roni's anger.

"Go meet them, tell them I'm not here!" zayn told Zahira. He was about to turn around but Zahira rushed to hold his wrist.

"Zay..."

"Understand Zahira, I don't want to meet her" Zayn stressed that he didn't want to see the middle-aged man.

"Dear, please don't be like this! Meet him, maybe he wants to thank you for what you did yesterday" said Zahira.

"I don't need those words from him, let's just say everything's breakeven." said Zayn.

"Darling please, daddy's not as bad as you think. Not every human being has his own faults, he also deserves a second chance. Don't let you regret it after he's not around!" the light of Zahira that made Zayn immediately fell silent to study Zahira's words just now. He knows that all humans have mistakes, including those who have sinned.

After quite a long time of spotting with his own thoughts, Zayn finally relented. He clasped Zahira's hand and brought her down. The two approached the table that Suganda and Fikri were waiting for.

"Zayn.." shrieked Suganda with an erratic feeling. Her tears welled up, she thought Zayn was unwilling to meet her after what she had done in the past.

Out of nowhere, suddenly Suganda's legs shook violently. As powerful as he tried to get up from his seat and rest on the table sanding. He tried to grab Zayn's hand, he was eager to hold his son.

"Bug!"

Suganda's body suddenly staggered and hit the table, lucky Zayn quickly caught it until Suganda did not fall on the floor.

"Be careful" said Zayn spontaneously while holding the old man's frail body.

"Zay... My son," said Suganda, shedding tears. He tried to straighten out his body and clenched Zayn tightly.

Zayn fluttered with a dazed look. He felt something strange while in the man's arms.

"I'm sorry Zayn's father, I'm sorry." Suganda said in tears. He did not want to let go of Zayn even for a moment.

Fikri who was looking at the scene suddenly filled up, she was moved to witness the warmth of the father and son's embrace. But when his eyes widened, he realized that at this moment Suganda was standing on his own feet.

"Sir, can you stand?" fikri said as if in disbelief. After twenty years, this was the first time Fikri had seen Suganda standing back up. Suganda himself did not even notice it.