The Chosen Heart

Episode 123

flashbacks

Just now Hanif said goodbye. Someone knocked on the door again. Zahwa had finished his bath, still with his hair rolled up. He was in a hurry to wear his hijab.

Hanan is playing his cell phone. Zahwa finally opened the door. In front stood Bik Asih by holding several envelopes. Zahwa frowned, a sign of curiosity.

"Non, I can come in."

''Yes Bik. Please, but by the way what did aunt bring?" Ask Zahra. While giving way to Bik Asih. Hanan was busy with his phone.

Bik Asih looked at her male employer. And then change to Zahwa. Actually he's not good at talking about it but, it would be sinful not to say it.

''This is for Mas Hanan.'' Said Bik Asih.

Hanan was focusing on his phone. Slightly glanced towards Bik Asih.

''What is this Bik?'' Ask Zahwa

''Nganu Non. Don't be angry... This is a letter from the santri mbak-mbak to Mas Hanan.''

Zahwa. Hanan immediately looked up the head. Not looking at the letter. But to his wife, who immediately seized all the letter.

Hanan gulped, he now sat up straight. Suddenly he felt a gripping aura. Zahwa opened the letter one by one and began to read it.

His face was heating up, his eyes wide open. His eyeballs, intensely read one sentence at a time in the writing. Not one word he wanted to miss a word.

Dada Hanan has started kembis. It opens the first letter he receives. Previously, there was also someone who gave a letter through a child who did not know who. He didn't recognize her either.

After receiving the letter. Without wanting to find out who sent it Hanan immediately burned the letter. Sadistic no, if the author knew it he would be heartbroken. In fact, it could even cry. But, back again. The fact is that Hanan must take care of one's heart. The other is Zahwa, his wife.

He had to experience this many times . Hanan did not want to keep happening.

Zahwa will probably be angry and jealousy is natural. But, she is typical of women who will not take a headache. However, at least the burning fire must be quickly extinguished. Before the fire became big and burned many things.

''This is mbak - mbak is very brave. Is there no penalty for a santri sending a letter like this." Zahwa. The fire started to burn

The rest of the letters that have not been read are still half. But Zahwa had held back his emotions. Adding to Hanan's ripples.

''Bik, why look for fire?'' Whisper Hanan. He blamed the Asih.

''Amana, mas. I'm afraid at the same bill mbak-mbak santri later.''

Actually, Bik Asih also regretted. But, how else?

'It's listen! I read!'' Zahwa said loudly. His eyes glared towards Hanan.

''Dead me,'' chirped Hanan dead ticks .

Zahwa took a deep breath and began to read.

**Assalamualaikum, etc,

With the witness of the moon on this night. With a heart-wrenching night. With a drum beat adoring the Prophet Muhammad I gave myself to write this letter.

I, who was stunned when your hands started touching me, that's when you occupied my heart. Survive like a king. Mastering, also injuring.

I don't know if you feel what I feel too. But I really fell in love. Maybe a lot of women adore you. I was one of those splinters.

However, for the sake of Allah who gives this love. I ventured to say this. For the sake of Allah, I'm starting to love mister*

...

''Stop!'' Hanan. He held her stomach.

''Don't have a reason. Pura - pura ailing all.'' Snap Zahwa. Hanan is getting shrunken. Face brightens.

''Sick baby. Actually, ''' Tawar Hanan. But Zahwa ignored.

''I don't know anything that. Really!''

Zahwa's anger was on his face. Her chest of kembis held back the turmoil of her heart.

"You want to have a child. How to still look for the same attention santri princess."

"Yes, which... Cook you don't believe me. I really don't know. Let alone looking for attention, glancing at other women I just can't really.''

hanan tried to dampen his wife's emotions.

"It's actually a letter that says you're holding him."

"Where do I know? At most he who made it - there is."

"Why-what the hell? Where there's santri lying. You must be caper!"

Baffled. Must explain how? He did not even know who wrote the letter and confidently wrote if Hanan ever touched it.

"I'll excuse you, Mum, Non."

Bik Asih permission to withdraw. Not good, if you see the employer's quarrel.

"Bentar bik. This is bringing all the letters. Throw everything!" Hanan took all the letters and handed them to Bik Asih.

Wakeless. However, pikasih assented and immediately brought all the letters. Then it'll pass soon.

"That's not a lo mas. There's lots! Cook all the lodge kids can like you all!"

"Udah, don't talk about it, baby. I really don't know. You are angry. Poor grandpa ya, later scared."

"Udah ah mas. Males me, tired. It's up to you!''

The word is up to make the hanan hit by a big stone. Never was his wife that bright.

Hanan rose from his place. Approaching his wife, stick them to their two eyebrows. Uniting noses.

Zahwa is still sour. She would not look at her husband.

"Yuk road. If you want to go anywhere, I'll do it."

Zahwa. He pushed his body away from him. Hanan did not give up.

"Come dong, don't be like this. You can ask for anything. You can do anything, too."

Hanan seduce. Approaching his wife again, stroking her back.

''Anything?'' Zahwa asked defiantly

''Anything,'' Hanan replied firmly.

Zahwa. Hanan got up. After that, Zahwa asked jama'ah ashar immediately. Still confused, Hanan simply obeyed.

Ask out for a walk in come on. I saw Zahwa calm and happy. Maybe today he was just fine.

Noon, already got a prongan for refusing the invitation of the Dhalem family to Trenggalek. Just subsided, trouble came again.

Hanan is now serving his wife's sentence. The real punishment, he also did not know his mistake.

Still with hands full of groceries. Hanan faithfully tailed behind his wife. People see it. Not insulting, but praising. Said that she was a loyal husband and instead bullied Zahwa for being with her husband.

It felt like Hanan had instantly silenced their mouths. But, he could only snort in annoyance.

Not because of his tiredness, but the annoyance and anger because people make fun of Zahwa.

He's keeping his all power. But, people easily said ugly things to him.