The Chosen Heart

episode 15

Zahwa is still covered in bad cover . Close her body tightly, leaving her face . His eyes glared at Hanan.

" You, hurry out . I'm going to change !" Snapak Zahwa .

" You dare to throw me out of my own room. " Disput Hanan

" Didn't you see, I was what "said Zahwa, he looked angry . Because the man in front of him did not care at all about his circumstances. As usual .

" I know, after all why? , I'm not interested in you either " Hanan said.

The words made Zahwa even more furious.

Hanan takes new clothes and towels in the closet . Without looking at Zahwa again she went inside the bathroom.

Only then can Zahwa be free to wear his clothes. He seemed to be in a hurry for fear that Hanan might come out of the bathroom.

The room's a little messy. His groceries still he had not been able to clean up. In fact, he only bought a few items for his daily needs. Shopping bills have also been paid. 

The ATM card given by Hanan at that time was actually more than enough to buy any needs he wanted.

But seeing Hanan not feeling guilty at all by lowering herself on the streets made her want to teach her husband a lesson.

" I have to be quick to clear this up otherwise he will be angry again" said Zahwa annoyed .

After all was done he rushed down .  Dinner hasn't been cooked yet, and either pasih has cooked what hasn't.

Arriving in the kitchen Zahwa saw Surya . She sat at the dinner table, wearing an apron . His hand carefully sliced the onion .

" What are you doing, brother ? Here let me just " said Zahwa after arriving.

" It's okay. I used to do it. It's just , not used to Indonesian onions. Very spicy turned out to be "surya said, visible from his eyes . The onion slices make his eyes water.

" Is it different here with onions there? " Tanya Zahwa wants to know. He sat opposite Surya. The other hand held his chin.

" It's actually the same thing, just the size and like I said.  Indonesian onions are very spicy "surya replied by still slicing the onion.

Zahwa saw how to slice it.  It was good and as if I was used to it.

" Non today mas Surya who said he wanted to cook "bik pasih. I don't know when he was in the kitchen.

" Eh , really ? " Tanya Zahwa was convincing.

" I've been wanting to cook kale stir-fry for a long time. And I just happened to see a kale in the kitchen. " Reply Surya .

" Kale stir-fry, my favorite dish. In the past on campus I often ordered the cuisine in the direction mbok . The hostel cook to make it special for me "excited Zahwa . He looks excited.

" I know "surya said with a smile . Somehow making a smile on Zahwa's face could make his heart feel light.

" But can you cook it ? " Tanya Zahwa was suspicious. As challenging as well

" I've learned from the experts, and I've cooked it a few times. And until now I have never failed in cooking sauteed kale "Braga Surya .

" You learned to cook ? " Zahwa does not believe . He just found out.

" Yes, I thought later I would cook that kale stir-fry for someone "he said.

Zahwa was silent for a moment .

Hanan learned to cook for Zahwa, that's for sure.  It was not a big thing, just looking at the room he had designed according to Zahwa's taste . Some things are also ready. Just for Zahwa, but it seems like fate says something else.

" Bik , please make coffee . Get to the middle room " said Hanan. He just came down the stairs. Zahwa sees her but Hanan does not.

" Yes "The word pasih.

Zahwa stood up, walked into the kitchen. He took one glass and the base.

" Hanan doesn't really like sweet coffee . So the sugar is just a little "surya said, after seeing Zahwa is inspired to make coffee for Hanan .

" Oh, thank you" Zahwa said.

She started making coffee for her husband. After so he said his to the middle room.

Hanan looks to be working on something on his laptop.

" Don't work too hard. After all the brain needs to rest " Zahwa said after putting coffee in front of him.

" Why what else? I have to support someone . " Hanan replied as if to insinuate Zahwa.

" I was just kidding. I already paid for my shopping. " Zahwa was finally honest.

Hanan glanced at him and smiled faintly.

" Is it only you that I live for ? " Task Zahwa as if to give a statement .

" You mean ? Do you have another wife ? " Tanya Zahwa was curious. His body suddenly shook.

Hanan paused for a moment . And looking at Zahwa, her face flushed either out of wanting to cry or get angry.

" How else . Many wives are my responsibility" Hanan said.

Zahwa did not say anymore. Her heart really hurt to hear her husband's statement. Without waiting, he left in a hurry.

Surya watched Zahwa climb the stairs in a furious look. He immediately let go of rushing off his apron and directly met Hanan .

" What's up with Zahwa ? He looks angry ? " Task Surya.

" It's okay. He really likes that. " Anan replied relaxedly

Surya was furious to see Hanan as if he did not care.

" Hanan ! I'm serious, what are you doing Zahwa to look so angry ? " Task Surya she got carried away with emotions as well .

Hanan sighed. Why does Zahwa seem so important to her brother.

" I said there's nothing. And you brother ? Why do you care so much about Zahwa . Your attitude is like you're afraid I'm hurting her "

Hanan grew suspicious of her brother. From the first moment he came and met Zahwa. It was as if he had known her and cared so much. No matter how small Zahwa is, he always asks.

And what happened this morning. She had to take Zahwa down halfway just because her older sister wanted her . For reasons of wanting to know him better.

Surya was caught hearing Hanan's question. He was too emotional. The worry about Zahwa still looks real.

" He was our parents' last trust . So we have to look after him. Don't hurt her. " The Solar Reason.

" We ? " Tanya Hanan pressed.

" It seems it's just me . Zahwa is only entrusted to me. So please 'don't interfere too much with my and Zahwa's affairs . " Said Hanan

" But he is already a member of our family . It's appropriate that I also interfere with this matter "

" He's indeed our family, and remember he's my wife. And only I can do anything for him. Whether it's fun or sad " said Hanan . He looks emotional . As if everything about Zahwa was always wrong in her brother's eyes.

" But ,, "

Dammock

Surya hit the wall beside him to vent his anger .

He really felt useless. A few minutes ago he was able to change Zahwa's mood . And can make her smile and even get excited . But his sister was the opposite.

If this continues, the desire to continue to protect Zahwa is even greater. He couldn't just let go.

Only he can make her happy, no one else. Including Hanan, even though she's her husband.

Surya decided to go back to the kitchen. Finishing the dishes that were left behind.

While Zahwa was in the room he threw his body into the bed . Closing her face and covering her face behind a pillow.

He wants to be so angry. But he himself did not know why he was so angry.

Azan magrib. Azam got up from his bed, and went to ablution. Use mukena and sit back on the edge of the bed.

Usually he worshipped with Hanan . For the first time Hanan was angry with him, whether it was indeed angry or his attitude was indeed like that.

But, days ago, he was also cold. Talking as necessary and as necessary. Nothing special.

Or maybe because you are not used to it. The age of marriage is still early, not to mention their sudden marriage . Introducing yourself is not possible, let alone understanding each other.

Zahwa is still waiting, Hanan is not coming.

He checked down, but there was no one. Maybe Surya prayed in the mosque and bik asih, was praying in his room .

" Is it possible that he is still angry, and goes to pray to the mosque ? " Think zahwa .

He finally prayed to himself. After her prayers were over she went downstairs.

There is no Hanan. Only Surya was reading the Qur'an in the middle of space.

The chant of the verse that Surya read made Zahwa want to get closer . He stood behind a woven wooden curtain that bordered between the living room and the other room.

Surya looks solemn, his voice sounds melodious.

One of the things Zahwa likes about Surya is how to read the Qur'an. He was so sweet to chant those holy verses . In addition to his istiqomah in reading.

" Mas Surya is smart to read the Qur'an yes non "the word pasih surprised. Zahwa hesitated after being caught peeping at his sister-in-law.

" Bik esih . Since when are you here ?" Ask Zahwa .

" From earlier, non Zahwa was too stunned by the recitation of the Quran mas Surya so it was not aware that there was me." Answer the pasih. Zahwa was misbehaved, he left. Shame to find out that he was peeking at Surya.

" Bik , do you know where Hanan is ? " Task Zahwa. She remembers her husband.  After all if it was true he went to the mosque would have already returned.

" Don't know , usually together non in the room " replied Zahwa.

" No bik, I was waiting for him. But Hanan did not come. I thought he was a worshipper in the mosque "light Zahwa. He's starting to worry.

" What's up Zahwa? " Ask Surya . He seemed to hear Zahwa's conversation and was compassionate

" Sister know where Hanan is ? " Task Zahwa. His face looks worried.

Surya did not immediately reply he looked at Zahwa . Just now he saw Zahwa was angry with Hanan. But now it's back to asking and looking worried about her husband .

" Have you called her?  Maybe he's out for a second ." Surya said he was trying to calm down.

" Not . " Reply Zahwa.

" Alright I'll take my phone and call him right away. Wait a minute," pinta Surya. He took a cell phone in his room.

After returning he started calling Hanan's number. Zahwa looked at Surya expectantly.

I don't know why it made Surya's heart hurt. The woman he loves looks worried about other men.

" There's no answer. But call this in "surya said after a while he called Hanan's number.

" Please try again "pinta Zahwa .

Surya felt increasingly ill looking at Zahwa's concern for Hanan. But all he could do now was obey what Zahwa said. After all Hanan was his sister .

" Not in the lift, maybe he's angry with me" said Surya.

" Anged ? Why ? Did you guys fight ? " Hardik Zahwa's.

" I actually talked to him . Seeing you angry and visibly upset I met him and told him that he should not hurt you "sury explained.

He told me all about what happened this afternoon. Starting from him asking Hanan not to hurt Zahwa to Hanan who was angry because according to his Surya too take care of his household.

" I'm just trying to give you some understanding not to hurt you. " The Light of Solar is finally.

" What Hanan said is true. You have no right to interfere in our affairs" Zahwa said.

Surya's heart was instantly shattered hearing that. He defended himself, asking that no one hurt him. Trying to protect her from her husband's harsh nature.

But what he got was such disappointment.

" I will contact Hanan's own people" said Zahwa . He went back upstairs and entered his room.

Surya just stared at her. I could just stand up and watch her move away.

" How far have you left me, Zahwa ? " Inner Solar.

She felt Zahwa who loved her was no more. Only he has that love. Again, only he has to try alone.

" Bik tonight I don't eat. If Hanan comes home later, tell him to take Zahwa out to eat. "  Solar Messages.

He walked back up, entered his room.

One does not know when the love will come, but neither will they know when the love will be lost and replaced.

Once again . Surya opened the blue box . Read her and smile remembering all the memories of her and Zahwa.

Sorry, why was he the only one who promised. And not Zahwa either. If the two promise, at least Zahwa may still love her. Even if it is bound by promise.

Today he said that he would be his sister-in-law . But not even one day he has denied it.

" What's really going on? Why can papa and his mama ask Hanan to marry Zahwa. Hanan and Zahwa meet at all."

The question arises again. She feels there is an oddity at Hanan and Zahwa's wedding .

" Only Mr. Ruslan could possibly answer "surya said.

Mr. Ruslan, his family lawyer.

" I have to see Mr. Ruslan tomorrow. If it's currently , I can't bear to leave Zahwa alone" Surya said.

Not yet a few minutes . He thought about Zahwa again.