Most Beautiful Khilafat

The Most Beautiful Conversation Chapter 6.

In the morning, the sound of the alarm on Zahira's iPhone hummed deafeningly. With her eyes still closed, Zahira fumbled at her phone that was on the nightstand but could not find it.

Turns out Zayn picked it up first and turned off the alarm. He knew Zahira was still tired until she fell asleep in the chest of her field.

Zayn clutched the plain body wrapped in the blanket tightly. After last night, he could no longer control himself. At dawn they both did it again. Zahira really lost energy after the heat struggle, which is why he was still faithful in his sleep.

An hour later, Zahira squirmed and opened her eyes slowly. The next morning Zayn was greeted with a bright smile as bright as the sunshine out there. Since an hour ago Zayn has not been able to peg Zahira's face. Not only beautiful, sweet, cute, but also soothing. Could it be that Zayn is already in love with that woman?

"Morning," Zayn greeted with a very alluring smile.

"White, who are you? What are you doing in my room?" cerca Zahira knits eyebrows.

"Deg!"

Zayn was aghast with perfectly widened eyes, his heart barely hearing Zahira's question.

Did Zahira have amnesia after last night? Then what about that struggle? Has Zahira forgotten him too?

Zayn stretched out his arms, shuffled and lowered his legs from the bed and picked up his clothes and stepped into the bathroom.

In there, Zayn clenched a fist. He wanted to throw it in the mirror but stopped him from doing it. He didn't want to cause an uproar, after all he wouldn't be able to afford the damages.

After bathing and wearing clothes, Zayn came out with the flat-faced water of a blackboard tub. No words were spoken, Zayn felt like an absorbent tire that was only used as a momentary impingement.

After tidying up his hair and pocketing his android, Zayn looked at Zahira for a moment and said goodbye.

"I'm sorry, thanks for the night"

"Zayn, what are you talking about? I was just kidding, come here!" call Zahira while moving your hands in the air.

"Mazira..." Zayn gritted his teeth. He wanted to eat the woman once more, but it was impossible to remember the already powerless Zahira.

"Hehehe... Don'tm mad! I just wanted to tease you, "Zahira chuckled, then shut up.

Zayn shook his head, almost Zahira made his emotions ignite. Lucky he's not the rough and grumpy type of guy.

With an incomprehensible look, Zayn swung his foot toward Zahira. He sat down on the side of the bed and stared intensely at Zahira's pillow face.

Zahira gave a thin smile, then wrapped her hands around Zayn's arms. "Don't go! He said he wouldn't let me go after doing that" said Zahira.

Zayn let out a heavy sigh, then gently rubbed Zahira's hair. "I had no intention of leaving, I was very disappointed to hear your question. I think-" Zayn paused his words.

"I know this is wrong, I know where I am. I don't deserve to be by your side. Other than my younger age than you, I also have nothing to make you happy" Zayn said. Like the heavens and the earth, it will not be possible to unite unless the time of the apocalypse arrives.

"No Zayn, don't think like that! I don't need any material from you, just respect me and treat me well. I just need someone to lean on when I'm tired, shelter when I'm scared. That's it, "Zahira's tears don't feel out of her eyelids.

He does not need the treasures and luxuries of the world. He just needs to be loved and be perceived as existing. He also wants to have a whole family like the people out there.

"But I'm just a poor man Zahira, what do you expect from me?" Zayn cupped his hands on Zahira's cheeks, then swept away her tears.

"Am I that bad, Zayn? Do I not deserve to be loved? Why doesn't anyone want to understand what I want?" isak Zahira shed tears.

Zayn was silent for a moment, he perfectly understood how Zahira was feeling right now. She lived and was betrayed by her husband. Zayn couldn't even imagine how fragile Zahira's heart was to accept this reality.

"Here, don't cry anymore! I promise I will never leave you alone. But please get your business done with that man as soon as possible, I don't want to be branded as a grabber for someone's wife" Zayn said. He took Zahira to his chest, then hugged her tightly.

"Promise?" Zahira raised a little finger.

"Yes promise," Zayn hooked their little fingers together.

"Here, don't be whiny! Shame of age, "always Zayn, then pulled Zahira's nose gnashed.

Zayn looks much older than his age. He is not like a man his age who is still unstable and behaves as he pleases. That's what makes Zahira feel comfortable since the first time he saw Zayn at the cafe.

Zayn was able to become a protective figure when Zahira was injured. He can also be a figure of encouragement when Zahira slumped. Moreover, Zahira had already given up all her possessions to Zayn, she hoped that Zayn would not let her down like Roni had done to her.

After Zahira calmed down, Zayn carried her and took her to the bathroom. "Shower first yes, I wait outside" said Zayn after lowering Zahira under the shower.

"Promise will not go," Zahira sharpened her gaze.

"Yes promise, I'll just have a coffee." Zayn reviews the smile and shuffles Zahira's hair fondly.

It looks strange, no, Masa' Zayn dared to touch the head of a woman older than him. But now the age difference is no longer an excuse for them. If a woman and a man are already together, it is still a man who stands a little taller.

After Zayn left the bathroom, Zahira cleaned up. He did not want to linger because Zayn's sanctions would go silently from him.

Ten minutes later, Zahira had already come out with a face that was fresher than before. His body was just wrapped in a towel with a slightly straddling road, the rest of the struggle overnight made the point of experiencing blisters especially it was the first experience for him.

As Zahira's bead of eyes caught the empty, uninhabited room, his heart suddenly weakened. Zahira's body nearly slumped before finding the balcony door open.

"Zayn.." cried Zahira very loudly.

Zayn who was sitting on the balcony was immediately aghast and ran into the room.

"Zahira's... You why?" ask Zayn to panic.

Zahira heaved a sigh of relief while capturing Zayn's whereabouts. He also jumped into the man's arms. It seemed that the betrayal had already made Zahira turn a little sensitive.

"I thought you left me, I was afraid to be alone." Zahira muttered spoiledly.

"Jeez Zahira, I thought you were okay. Just make a hanger," Zayn stroked his chest and inhaled as much air as he could.

After Zahira put on her clothes, Zayn took her to the balcony. The two of them sat close together, and Zayn handed Zahira a cup of tea.

When brewing coffee earlier Zayn also made tea for women who are now not clear status in Zayn's heart. But Zayn certainly felt comfortable with him.

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