Most Beautiful Khilafat
The Most Beautiful Conversation Chapter 4.

The clock showed at eleven o'clock in the evening, Zayn came out of the bathroom with the clothes Zahira had bought earlier. Looking very handsome and charming, Zahira again glanced at the young man.

Had Zayn been her husband, Zahira would have been very happy. From the beginning he saw the man, he could already feel how soft Zayn's heart was. He said he was very polite, dear Zayn is no one in his life.

"Zayn, come here!" call Zahira who is lying on the bed.

"Yes ma'am, uh I mean Zahira." said Zayn, then walked over to Zahira.

Zayn sat on the side of the bed with a water filled with anxiety. She wanted to leave the room but she did not dare to tell Zahira, the woman must have banned her.

"What's Zahira?" zayn said with a trembling voice. It was impolite to call out names to an older person, but he could not refuse Zahira's request.

"Here!" Zahira shuffled and gave Zayn empty space to lie down beside her.

Zayn rounded his eyes perfectly, not believing that Zahira would ask him to lie on the same bed.

"Sorry Zahira, I sleep on the couch." Zayn refused. He did not dare sleep with his boss.

"The sofa is small, you will not be comfortable sleeping there. It's bigger here, it's too big for me." explains Zahira.

"It's okay Zahira, I'm used to it. I can also sleep on the floor, you don't have to think about me. You better get some sleep!" politely decline Zayn.

Hearing that, Zahira's facial water suddenly turned dark. He just wants to sleep and borrow Zayn's chest for shelter, but Zayn doesn't understand.

Without saying a word, Zahira quickly turned her body around. He turned his back on Zayn and pulled the blanket. Zahira's body felt like a ship that was swayed in the vast ocean. No gaps to pull over, no place to lean. Only God knows where and where it will end.

Zahira thought after marriage she would have a place to lean. She thought she could feel the affection of a husband who would be a protector for her, but the truth was that everything was just a mere dream.

It is a lie if people say that love will grow over time. It was not love, but betrayal that he had received. Zahira even tried to be the perfect wife, but her efforts ended in vain. Roni has a wife besides her.

Tired of wrestling with her own thoughts, Zahira finally fell asleep in pain that tore through her body.

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"Ma, Pa, Zahira is tired. Please take Zahira with you!"

"It's not yet, son, your journey is long."

"But Zahira was tired Ma, Pa, Zahira gave up."

"No dear, you can't give up. There is still happiness that will welcome your arrival, be patient!"

"When is Ma, Pa? For ten years Zahira had been fighting alone, but in reality Zahira was getting hurt. Please take Zahira with you, Zahira please!"

"No dear, you must be strong. Face this reality, everything will surely be beautiful in time."

"But Ma, Pa-"

"Dear, continue your life! Mama's with Papa go first,"

"Ma, Pa, don't stay with Zahira anymore!"

"Ma, Pa, please come back!"

"Mama... Papa's..."

"Ma... Pa..."

Zahira sat down with a dazed look, her face already soaked in sweat. His shout was able to shake the entire room, even waking up Zayn who had just fallen asleep.

Zayn was aghast and scattered from his sleep. He jumped up onto the bed and cupped his hands on Zahira's cheeks. "Zahira, what's wrong with you?" ask Zayn to panic.

Zahira looked at the man with teary eyes, her breathing sounding chaotic. "Zay..."

"Yes, I'm Zayn. You why?" ask Zayn again.

Zahira threw Zayn's hand from his cheek. "Zayn, I have to go. I want to catch up with my Mama and Papa, I have to go now." Zahira jumped down from the bed and ran towards the door.

"Zahira, wait!" Zayn jumped up and ran after Zahira. Before Zahira managed to open the door, Zayn quickly grabbed her and carried the woman's small body like a sack of rice.

"Zayn, let me go! I have to go" Zahira chanted. He beat Zayn's back blindly but Zayn didn't care at all.

"Zayn, please let me go! They were both waiting for me on the rooftop." Zahira shouted out loudly.

"Nobody's waiting for you, look what time it is!" snapped Zayn. He then dropped Zahira's body on the bed.

Zahira was about to get up but Zayn swiftly wrapped around the woman's body.

"Zayn, let me go! Let me go, I beg you!" lirih Zahira cupping both hands.

"Don't be stupid Zahira, it's twelve o'clock tonight. Who's hanging around the rooftop at this hour?" furious Zayn.

"Same Papa, they're waiting for me up there. Let me meet them, please!" pinta Zahira's.

"Zahira, look at me! Mama and Papa you no longer exist. Don't hear that whisper, the devil is ruling you!" Zayn tried to convince Zahira.

"But Zayn, they... Mmph..."

Inevitably Zayn was forced to stop Zahira by silencing her mouth. Zayn gripped her tightly and melu*mat lips Zahira blindly.

Zayn had enough restraint since earlier, this time he would not let go of Zahira again.

"Zay..." Zahira tried to speak but was held back because Zayn kept wiping his lips greedily.

As soon as Zahira's defenses were smashed, he could not dodge and was unable to resist. The heat of Zayn's lips plunges Zahira into a trap she's always wanted to feel from her husband. Now he thinks it's from another man.

"Zay..." Zahira held his hand on the nape of Zayn who was now perched on his body.

Zayn released the link of their lips and looked intimately at Zahira, there was a demand that started to surge in him after putting their lips together just now. "So you asked me if I was interested in you or not, right?"

Zahira nodded in response.

"Look good!" Zayn set his breath with an incomprehensible gaze. "Yes, I'm interested in you, I'm very interested. Your body is so beautiful and your skin is so smooth, I want it." Zayn said with a roar of breath that was increasingly hunting.

"Zay... Mmph..."

Zayn did not want to hear the rejection. He might have won because he was still holding back but this time Zayn couldn't hold it back. He lamented Zahira's lips gently and forced his tongue deeper and deeper. Zahira opened her mouth until both of them did not hesitate to twist their tongues.

Satisfied sucking Zahira's tongue, Zayn again released the link of their lips. "I want to have you, I want to. But do I deserve you?" Zayn was silent for a moment. "The answer is of course not" Zayn tried to contain the turmoil that had already erupted in him.

"I'm sorry that I was too presumptuous to touch you, I don't know why either." Zayn rubbed his face violently, then moved from Zahira's body.

Seriate...