The Secret Daughter of the Mafia King
52. Zefran's Grief

The pronunciation of ijab qobul so eloquently by Zhyan made the invited guests and relatives feel relieved.

The crying of the family on the part of women who are not strong see Syakira who is a little girl Zefran is now a mature girl who has a greater responsibility in building her household with her beloved husband Zhyan.

"Maybe you've seen a lot of brides out there who are very beautiful. But I'm sure your daughter is the prettiest in the world besides her late wife, your mother Mikaila."

Praise Zefran when his daughter does a bungkeman to him.

"Dad! Syakira can no longer save Syakira's love just for dad. Because Syakira had to share with another man whom father had entrusted Zhyan to continue the duty of father to guard SYAKIRA." Syakira said with a voice that sounded vibrating.

"Dad made a mistake for you that cannot be forgiven even though you have forgiven father. But, from all the mistakes I made with your mother, I just realized that your presence was not my fault.

God has entrusted your mother to be her last memory is you in an unexpected way."

Said Zefran who was still amazed by the exchange of the womb of his two wives who were waiting for the presence of a child but in the end Mikaila who got the seed.

Although Zhiyan and his family already know the story of the presence of Syakira with the permission of Allah without being discovered by Zefran before, Zephran, but hearing the words of a father who was releasing his daughter for another man made it very difficult to control his emotions at this time.

Syakira hugs her father as Zefran gives her daughter's hand to Zhyan.

"Zhyanu! I once let go of this little hand because of a misunderstanding. This little hand had already turned into the hand of a mature girl. But this hand still needs a strong grip to not make it fall.

Never let go of the grip on this soft hand, Zhyan!" Pinta Zefran while giving SYAKIRA hand to hold Zhyan.

Zefran could not help but cry about handing over his daughter to his son-in-law Zhyan.

"Thank you dad! Gave this precious jewel of my father's heart to a fool like me." Zhiyan said with humility.

The sentimental remarks affected the guests and relatives who heard the words of the two men who were handing over and receiving SYAKIRA, causing them to shed tears.

Doctors Ae RI, Aunt Ika and Oma IFA, three women who have a big role in driving SYAKIRA to become adult women.

The three embrace each other and feel their task has been completed and no longer owe the late Mikaila.

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After releasing SYAKIRA and Zhiyan set off on a honeymoon to the Maldives, the families of both sides returned to their respective residences.

Meanwhile Zefran made a pilgrimage to Mikaila's grave because of her longing for the mother figure of her daughter SYAKIRA.

After greeting Mikaila, Zefran sprinkled flowers and poured rose water over his wife's navel.

He then read the prayer for a while and began to express his feelings to his beloved wife.

"Micilla! If only you were alive and saw our daughter when we got married, you would have cried a lot because you were too happy.

Our daughter is very beautiful when wearing your wedding dress. Mikaila, my job is done. I think I'm ready to be picked up by you, baby.

Don't you miss me? Don't you want me to accompany you in your long sleep?" Said Zefran while wiping his tears.

Upon their arrival at the luxury hotel on the Maldives beach, SYAKIRA, which is still sealed in honor, makes Zhyan impatient to touch the angel.

Maybe this is the first experience for Syakira but not with Zhyan who has tasted the sweetness of making love with ex-lover.

Zhyan waited patiently for Syakira. When the locker room door was opened, SYAKIRA appeared s*ksi with a transparent red lingerie shows priceless assets in it that look faint but tantalizing the eyes of the husband who began to be captivated and impatient to want to embrace.

"Darling...you?"

The eyes filled with longing to devour the new menu that was already halal in front of his eyes at this time.

The ranum lips were gently rubbed with his thumb, which looked anxious but not satisfied to spoil his eyes admiring the creation of a creature of God who is very similar to the endless in puja all the time.

Feeling uncomfortable, awkward, confused, and stupid again piled up in the mind of Syakira who did not know how she could start her first role as Zhyan's wife.

"Zhyanu! I don't really understand the scene of the newlyweds' bed, please lead me to be able to satisfy you in my first serve of being your wife." Pinta Syakira gently.

"Don't think too much about how you can serve me Syakira, because I want to give you the pleasures of earthly heaven."

Sahut Zhyan wise.

Syakira looks resigned when her body in a sling style bridal style to a soft mattress that awaits them to do battle.

Zhyan kissed Syakira's two eyes, both cheeks, then switched to Syakira's full lips.

As if getting a priceless treasure, Zhyan smothered his lips to grasp the beautiful lips that immediately greeted SYAKIRA following his instinct to feel her husband's slightly thicker chewy lips make him want to bite those lips again.

The tongue of the two interlocked with each other down the oral cavity is increasingly tempestuous make the body level Syakira more convulsed following the squeeze of the naughty hand the husband is exploring in the place of the end goal later.

The sound of a decapitation with groans seems to be erotic add to the atmosphere of heat created arousing that continues to pump the spirit of easy blood that wants to conquer the virgin who maintained her purity only for one man in her life.

Neckline that he had seen now he can enjoy without fear of being discovered by the owner.

"Oh, this is what it feels like people who taste halal way more delicious than scavenging the same body but tasteless because it is not halal for him."

Inner Zhiyan.

He can distinguish two women he had touched but not with his beloved wife who was still warming up has made him drunk what else is headed to an unspoiled place.

Now the curious face of Zhyan who was getting drunk when faced directly with two dense mounds that suddenly challenged him with a brown peak that was ready to challenge him to play with him.

"This really makes me really drunk. You're so perfect, baby."

Praise Zhyan began to immerse his face in order to smell the scent of his wife's body by enjoying what she was entitled to now.

The boisterous thud and crackling began to be heard from the sound of Syakira who could no longer hold back when soft to rough squeezes played nicely between the solid and chewy parts that were being enjoyed by the husband.

His blood was boiling with my face feeling the pleasure that seemed to kill him at this moment.

He has been returned on the clouds with a soft tapestry ready to wait for the holy place to be torn apart but has not been touched because Zhyan is still engrossed with his twin hills.