Most Beautiful Khilafat
The Most Beautiful Conversation Chapter 39.

After dinner, the four of them got ready to go home. Zayn had intended to return to the apartment, but Suganda tried to persuade him in various ways, finally he agreed to return to Suganda's house. He also wondered how his father's life really was. The two luxury cars left the cafe parking lot.

On the way home, Zahira just silently stared straight at the road they took. There was little doubt in her heart because she had to deal with her ex-husband again, even though they had tried to avoid and chose to live in an apartment.

However, Zahira did not dare to express his concerns. He did not want to ruin Zayn's happy mood after opening the door to apologize for Suganda, just let it flow as it is.

"Darling.." call Zayn and turn to Zahira.

"Hmm.." murmured Zahira twisting her neck. The gazes of the two met for a moment before Zayn refocused his eyes on the streets he was walking through.

"You why? How does it look so lethargic?" asked Zayn who was now holding Zahira's hand with one hand. He was sure Zahira was thinking of something.

"It's okay, I'm just tired." Zahira's alibi so as not to arouse suspicion in Zayn's heart.

"Related?" Zayn tried to make sure, his forehead frowning glancing at Zahira.

"Hm... Sleepy me, want to sleep." nodded Zahira.

Hearing that, Zayn laughed. "Haha... Patience yes, later rinsed to the house." seloroh Zayn, then release his grip and scramble the hair of Zahira anxious.

"What the hell is Zayn? Don't think that weird!" zahira pursed her lips while removing Zayn's hand from her head.

"Well, what a weird thing, baby. Usually also deformed, right?" zayn added a smile.

"Yes, yes, now just focus on the drive. Not tired ngoceh mulu from earlier?" moaning Zahira, then lay down the seat and lean while closing his eyes.

Not feeling half an hour on the road, Zayn followed the car driven by Fikri into a gate. Zayn's eyes swirled looking in all directions.

"Did I follow the car wrong?" zayn's inner confusion. It was unlikely that the house he saw now had Suganda. Is his father that rich?

The house is towering with two floors and has a very large size. The yard can be used to play football. At first glance it looks like a conglomerate house in the movies. Let alone entering such a luxurious house, just imagine Zayn never.

No, no, Zayn shook his head and pushed back his car. He was about to leave the house but Suganda was already hunting down with Fikri.

When Zayn stepped on the brake pedal suddenly, Zahira who had fallen asleep immediately woke up due to a shock.

"Zayn, what's wrong?" ask Zahira while rubbing her eyes. "We've arrived?" after noticing the situation around him.

Zayn twisted his neck and stared intensely at Zahira. "So this is Dad's house?" ask Zayn to make sure. He still does not believe completely.

"Yes, why?" answer Zahira with a question.

"It's okay, I'm just shocked." said Zayn.

"Come, welcome to your home" said Suganda welcomed the arrival of his youngest son and daughter-in-law. Her smile spread across her face, especially now that she no longer needed to sit in a wheelchair. Complete is his happiness for now.

Arriving in the living room, the four of them were greeted with a sinister look by Roni. The man deliberately came home because he was lazy to be in his house.

However, his heart was increasingly puffed up to see the figure of the man he hated so much. Who else if not Zayn, a man who is clearly his own biological sister.

"Great, what wind brought you here, huh?" sergeant Roni clenched a fist. It was very desirable that he floated his raw bogem right now, but seeing the state of Suganda Roni suddenly frowned. "Daddy can walk?" tanyanya confusion.

Zayn who saw hatred in Roni's eyes only smiled as he clasped Zahira's hand tightly. He was lazy to follow his brother.

"Why? You're not happy?" suganda, then let Zayn and Zahira sit down.

"Of course I'm happy Dad, but this is too surprising" Roni said.

"Thank you to your sister, it's all thanks to her. He gave Father strength." said Suganda, patting Zayn on the shoulder. Of course Roni was getting annoyed at that, he felt he was not considered.

Roni sharpened her gaze towards Zayn. "Until any time I'll never acknowledge him as my sister, a bastard like him doesn't deserve to be my sister." Roni stressed.

"But in reality he is your brother, your younger brother." press Suganda as he thrusts a white envelope into Roni's hand. "The DNA test results prove that Zayn is Dad's biological son. Like it, you have to accept it!" suganda.

After taking over the envelope from Suganda's hand, Roni quickly opened it and read it. Instantly the corners of his lips moved forming a faint smile.

"Basic greed! After taking my wife, now I want to take my father too. Don't think I'll just shut up!" sonny Roni, then threw the paper in Zayn's face.

"There are only two options for you" Roni grinned. "Choose Zahira and leave this house, or choose this house but leave Zahira!" tawar Roni's.

Zayn clenched his hand at his brother's crazy offer. "I will never choose. Zahira is my wife and Dad is my parents. The two will stay with me." - Zayn.

"Truly greedy!" roni said, then just walk away. His brain wants to break if he sees Zayn.

"Where are you going?" suganda exclaimed as Roni had already moved away from him.

"What does Daddy care? Is not your happiness in sight? Then why else would a loser like me be here? Oh, maybe I'm not Dad's blood this time? It's smirten..."

After saying the thing that hurt Suganda, Roni completely went and disappeared from everyone's sight. Suganda quietly lowered his head, no matter what was wrong with his upbringing so far that it formed the character of Roni who was very stubborn.

"It's Dad, don't think about it. I know he's hard to tell, I'm fine." Zayn placed his hand on Suganda's shoulder and rubbed it gently.

"I'm sorry Zayn's father, it's all Dad's fault." said Suganda, raising his head, then looking at Zayn with teary eyes.

If Roni could be more mature like Zayn, Suganda would be very happy. But in reality Roni is not Zayn, Roni has a high ego and temperament that makes him too ambitious in wanting something. Suganda was afraid that it would destroy himself.