The Chosen Heart

Episode 134

"But, it's not a small amount, I've never even seen that much money"

Hafiz again denied, he did not want to make things difficult for his brother anymore. What Hanan did to his family was enough.

His arrival, to tell Hanan, if Wardah is in need of him. He wants, that cousin of his that's what saved Wardah. No, to ask for money like this.

"Love is not to be paid, let alone sold. Love is to be accepted, and to be fought for. If, you ask me to marry Wardah will it guarantee his life later? , while there is someone who is willing to sacrifice for himself, not even thinking about his own feelings at all." Hanan started talking. Trying to persuade Hafiz to accept the money.

"True, what did Mas Hanan say. I like Wardah, but I'm a girl, who doesn't want honey either." Now Zahwa chimed in.

After much debate, Hafiz finally agreed to marry Wardah. He himself, who will fly to fetch the woman, he himself also fights for his love which he had long since.

***

A night full of stars, the full moon appeared on the surface of the night sky. It let out a warm light, poking out amidst the branches of the trees.

Zahwa was taking Ammar to play in the room pavilion. Ammar was lying in his stroller, and Zahwa tempted him to take the toy in his hand.

Hanan, coming from behind, stuck his body on his wife's back. Hugged him, and kissed his crown.

"Don't be like that, aren't you ashamed to see Ammar?"

"All day you've been with him... Until you forget, if I need you too!"

"He's a kid, but you're jealous..."

Hanan did not reply, he was enjoying the scent of his wife's body. Feeling every second of his breath, even with his heartbeat.

"I want to ask, why is it that when hafiz asked me to marry Wardah, you immediately denied it? Usually, you always put other women first, rather than yourself"

Zahwa smiled, and then looked at her husband, wrapping his hands around his shoulders.

"Where possible, I let my husband marry another woman, while he loved me very much. In that case, just kidding she never let go of me..." Zahwa said, his smile made Hanan fixated.

"What, you just realized now?"

"Hahaha, right before I go back to see hafiz again."

Hanan frowned, a sign of not understanding.

The chat came from Bella, the older cousin who had long since disappeared.

Bella

*Sorry, I didn't respond to your messages and calls. At that time I was struggling to get my husband again .

And thank God, my efforts have not been in vain. My parents-in-law finally collapsed, and gave our blessing for our marriage again. He even apologized for all his mistakes.

I'm so happy, Zahwa.

It's very difficult to maintain my household, and after this, I don't want anything else to bother him anymore.

Many people marry Zahwa, but not many people can get love. And I'm lucky, because right now I'm getting both.

Greetings to Hanan and Surya, next time I will go to your house. We, celebrate this together. Right now, let me be with my husband first. (emoticon love*)

"If, isn't that chat? What are you gonna do? Are you, really gonna hand me over to Wardah?,"

"No. It would be my fault, I cannot possibly punish a woman by marriage, she is with my husband. Because what? Because, I know, if my husband loves me so much...."

"Why do you think it's punishment, won't it make her happy?" Hanan, don't understand.

"I told you, because my husband loves me. And if I let another woman be among us, it would only torment her. Because, you will only make himself a burden and a display." Zahwa.

Hanan smiled, then pinched onto Zahwa's two cheeks.

"I like it when you're like this. Than you who always think of others. It's like, you love me so much, more than yourself."

They were also joking and teasing each other. The room door on tap, upset Hanan, and walked quickly to open the door. I want to know who is bothering them.

"I'm going to London! For the next few days, Ammar I'll leave it to you, okay?"

Surya, already in his neat clothes, after all black. Jacket with black shirt and jeans, carrying a backpack in his hand. Standing in front of Hanan.

"Don't Zahwa take care of Ammar every day?." Hanan said, he let Surya in, by opening the door to his room wide. Walk towards the room pavilion, to meet Zahwa and Ammar.

"You, where? how neat?," asked Zahwa to see Surya's unusual appearance.

"I'm going to London, for a few days. So, I'm taking Ammar, huh?" Surya repeated the statement to Zahwa.

"alright...But why all of a sudden? Is there a problem, or_"

Not finished his talk yet. Hanan cutting.

"The problem is, there is no one between us who can be separated from his wife. So, wives please understand. Understood?" Hanan.

Zahwa smiled, Surya shyly. What his sister said was true. He had already tried, to withstand the inner turmoil and his sense of longing. However, it turns out that the cure of longing is only one, that of meeting. Although, every day they exchanged news, but still. It's just vitamins, not real medicine.

"Greetings to Brother Zahra, be good there." Zahwa.

Before leaving, Surya held Ammar for a while. Kiss her, and also fondle her. The little guy is now like a part of his life. Although not his flesh. He considered her his own son.

In the end, time answers every question of the heart. People often say that love is a wound. But still they believe it. It is the same, when we know that medicine is bitter, but we still want to drink it. Wh-wh-what for? To heal wounds, to nourish ourselves.

Everyone has a lot of different stories. However, about love, they have the same answer. It is when this heart has chosen one of the thousands of hearts chosen for our lives.

The form of love, is when we want to continue to survive with our partner, not because of patience. But because of the feelings of love and affection in our hearts.

Zahwa put Ammar to bed. Then she met her husband who was still standing in the pavilion staring down, seeing his brother set out to meet his wife.

Slowly, Zahwa's hands curled up on Hanan's back. Pasting, her right cheek on her husband's burly back.

"Thank you, for your heart, who chose my heart as her life partner..." Zahwa said slowly.

Hanan turned his body, and grabbed his wife. Invite him, enjoy a night full of starlight and the moon. And, delivering the departure of his brother who is now ready to drive his car.

One horn reads, a sign of farewell. Since then Surya also realized the essence of his sisters. His hands were waving, a sign of a request for safety prayers for himself, and their temporary farewells.

Finished