The Chosen Heart

Episode 20's

"I'll call Surya. You accompany them" Hanan said after Zahwa served them drinks one by one.

Zahwa grimaced, disagreeing. But Hanan glared. He indicated that he could not refuse.

Hanan left, reasoned to take a cell phone and wanted to contact Surya.

"What's really going on? Why are you at Surya's house? Are you married? How do you feel close to Hanan? Where is Surya?" mujib asked in succession, somewhat slowly afraid Hanan heard.

The other friends were also waiting for Zahwa's reply. They seem to be waiting for Zahwa's explanation.

Zahwa felt tense because this was the first time she had to tell a marriage to someone other than her family. Moreover, they are Surya's friends and his adoptive brother.

Thinking, after this there will be many more who will know about his marriage. It would be worrying again if his friends knew that he was married not to Surya but his sister. What answer should he give. What if Hanan finally found out about himself and his brother.

"Zahwa, quickly tell us. Before Hanan comes," urged Mujib. Like he was the most enthusiastic wanted to listen to the true story.

"I am now his wife Hanan" said Zahwa. Making the few people in front of him shocked and dumbfounded as if in disbelief.

"Couldn't you? I mean, how's the story?" ask some of them together.

"It looks like Surya can't be contacted" Hanan said, he was suddenly among them.

"Oh, let me call" Sela Zahwa she took a cell phone from the pocket she was wearing.

He hit Surya's number on his phone. Numbers that are not stored can be memorized outside the head.

"You memorized Surya's number?" ask Hanan.

Zahwa was shocked, only to realize that Hanan was paying attention to him

"That's easy, Surya's number is a pretty number. I could just memorize it with one listen." Mujib said immediately he mentioned the order of Surya's mobile number. So Hanan does not suspect and ask again.

Zahwa glanced at Mujib.From the glare of his eyes he said thanks to her.

The solar number is not connected. Several times Zahwa called but still nothing, no answer.

"There's no answer either" Zahwa said in a nod.

"Maybe you want to be alone, pity him," shurried from one of them.

Making some of his friends glare at him. He closed his mouth, because of the shock.

"Hehehehe, maybe he doesn't feel at home . For lamenting his fate, because his sister married first," he continued with a cry.

Zahwa breathed a sigh of relief, the other friend too. Only Hanan seemed to believe it.

"In that case, we just say goodbye. Afraid of disturbing the newlyweds," said Mujib representing his friends.

Zahwa and Hanan looked at each other. Seems wrong.

"It's okay. Here alone, it may be soon Mas Surya comes," prevent Zahwa.

It's not good to be here but have to go so fast. They are also friends.

"No, we thought Surya was home . Without reporting and directly here . Actually there is a meal - eat , can gather at Dion's house . Because Surya just returned to Indonesia . I thought asking her was okay. But it turns out he's not home. " Clearly Mujib .

Zahwa could no longer prevent it. Make it easy if you want to leave.

"I'll let Surya know if he comes home. If you come here" Hanan said. Before they died their home.

"OKs. Well, let's say it first" said Mujib

Hanan nodded. He greeted them one by one and so did Zahwa. After a while they left in two cars.

"Is there anything you're still hiding?" ask Hanan. Shortly after they left.

Zahwa was seen cleaning up a few drinks earlier.

"I don't understand what you mean" replied Zahwa

"You're Mas Surya's adoptive sister, but I found out from someone else. If it wasn't for them would you have told me?"

"That's not a big thing. I'm just Surya's big brother, that's it, "albeit Zahwa.

"But you acted like you never knew my brother when you first met at the airport" Hanan added.

"It was because I was surprised, and did not expect that Mas Surya was your brother,"

"Is that?"

Zahwa left Hanan who was still looking at him suspiciously. Bring an empty glass and go to the kitchen. Started washing.

"Would you like to eat now? Want me to get ready?'' haggling Zahwa

Looking at Hanan who looked still curious and asked Zahwa to switch the conversation.

"Come," replied hanan.

He wanted to ask again, but the pity was already in the kitchen. Come prepare dinner.

A few days later they ate together. Without talking.

Rather than thinking about the question Hanan was going to ask. Zahwa is more worried about Surya. Suddenly he left without telling anyone why. His phone was also not in contact.

"Make coffee. Take it to my study" Hanan said after finishing eating to the pikasih.

Zahwa is daydreaming and so slow while eating. He did not realize that the husband had finished eating and wanted to leave.

Hanan who saw the sour face of Zahwa no longer wanted to ask questions that actually disturbed his mind. His heart must be shaken at this moment.

"Bik, leave dinner for Surya later," Pinta Zahwa after Hanan is not there.

"Yes, Non. What's the matter with non?" ask bik asih. He was aware of Zahwa's change in attitude.

"It's okay, Bik" Zahwa replied with a wry smile. As if to say that she was fine in that smile.

"If there's any story to aunty it's okay, like it used to be," added the pity. Trying to say that there are others who also care about him.

But then again Zahwa just smiled and said nothing.

"Thank you, Bik. I'm going upstairs. If Surya comes do not forget to ask for food too," Zahwa's message.

Bik asih nodded. He is not suspicious at all of Zahwa's concern for Surya. Maybe because his employer was paying attention to anyone.

Zahwa did not return to the room, he was standing on the second floor terrace. Enjoy the atmosphere of the night and the wind that hit his face berahan.

Yes, he is still waiting for Surya. Maybe if it wasn't for the worry of a lover. It's okay to worry because she's his sister-in-law, even if it's a lie.

There was a cry that he was hiding.

There was a wound he healed.

There was a restless restlessness that tried to calm down and there was a flame of love that he could not extinguish .

Zahwa was seen pacing back and forth, many times he saw his phone. Hope there's news from Surya, although maybe it's just a short message.

And hoping, her husband didn't know her anxiety. He also occasionally looked at the door, hoping Hanan didn't see him there, and teased himself.

The night is getting late, Zahwa is getting restless. He had been there for almost two hours. But the one waiting did not come.

If he gets there longer, Hanan will look for him. Finally Zahwa moved, a few steps he heard the main gate open. Zahwa ran to see who was coming. Wish it was Surya.

So happy he was, just after he saw Surya's car entering the yard.

If he could, he might just run up to him. But he must remember the status now.

Zahwa ran a little, saw him enter the house. His sadness returned again, when he saw the sun with a shabby face helpless and seemed to have no passion in his life.

Suppose he could come and comfort her. But again he had to hold back all his dreams.

"At least he came home safely" Zahwa said softly.

Zahwa sees Surya looking for something or maybe someone. Zahwa still doesn't know. When Surya wanted to go to the second floor, Zahwa got out of the room and went into his room.

Nothing happened.

"If he's looking for something or whatever it is, he can't ask me" Zahwa said. But apparently not, Zahwa peeked out from behind the door of his room.

Surya was already down again and again he was with Hanan. He was tense again whether Hanan would ask anything about himself and Surya.

The two brothers looked serious. Adding to Zahwa's concerns. Finally Zahwa took his phone. Sending a short message to Surya.

Please don't tell us anything about us to Hanan.

The message he wrote to Surya. Different moments after that surau looked towards Zahwa's room and a little did not understand what he meant. But then he paid no more heed and followed Hanan's steps into the pavilion.

I don't know what they're talking about but at the time Zahwa was hoping what he was afraid of didn't happen.

Zahwa looks restless pacing - mandir in front of his bed. Stop and lie on the bed, pretending to play her phone. After he found out there were footsteps approaching his room.

He breathed a sigh of relief Hanan who came with a normal natural.

Maybe tomorrow should talk to Surya and straighten things out.

*****

Today the atmosphere of the house is very quiet. This morning, Surya decided to go back to work. Hanan was also happy, because there was a lot of work that they had to do together. However, the time for a one-on-one conversation between Zahwa and Surya has to be delayed. I don't know when they can do it.

Zahwa was sitting in a bent position. His fingers were dancing on a piece of paper in front of him.

He seemed to be busy with a large size picture book and some painting equipment. It looks like the equipment has been stored long enough, it looks a lot of dust and a little rust in some of the brushes that are aligned. The wind of the second-floor terrace also slightly swept away some of the dust in some parts.

Many people think that maybe all they do is play games. Waste time with picture books, some brushes and watercolors. For what it is like.

Behind all of those assumptions, there is a big dream. Maybe no one knows it but him.

Many people consider him trivial and throw away his talent. But he wants to keep sharpening and doing what he likes.

Be an artist, let alone paint. For most people the workman may be easy for those with an artistic soul. But to be made a job is meaningless. Just wasting money and time.

Actually he is not much different from Hanan and Surya, he also studied with a major in design. But the difference is, she takes fashion. At least he did not think about the count that was too much at that moment.

But his talent is in the arts. Painting and drawing. Not getting support from people around including his family. He did his hobby secretly. Sometimes, unbeknownst to anyone he keeps painting equipment.

"That's so beautiful, Non" said the pity. When it comes to approaching and bringing drinks and snacks.

Maybe it's just a pity who always says things like that. Because he was, perhaps from many people around him who knew that he was still painting it secretly.

Zahwa was seen smiling at the praise of the pity. He knows, this painting is not only beautiful but if it has meaning.

A rose in a glass pot and water in it.

The rose itself is so meaningful, plus a glass pot with a little water in it. It shows that every beauty will live with many elements in it. Although sometimes there will be some elements that are not in his liking. Like water that if left continuously will become dirty and grow moss plants.

"What's non gonna paint again?" ask pasih

Maybe that question comes because considering now there may be no one to prevent it or forbid it to re-paint.

In the past, both parents were the ones who forbade . Many people think that Zahwa lives perfectly. Have parents who love him, treasure and throne. But few know that all these are just decorations.

Being a painter was his dream. Hoping one day, his name will be known for his paintings and some of his works.

Not every artist, always wants to raise his work is not his name. Evidently many works of art that only leave the initials alone in each work that is seen by many eyes.

"I'll keep painting, Bik. I still hope that one day I can show off my painting" Zahwa replied with hopeful eyes.

Although when painting, he will be reminded of his parents. Given that painting was something that his parents had forbidden, that they didn't like it. Recalling their anger, and saying by painting he has no future.

Who was not destroyed at that time. If his dreams and happiness are frowned upon by the person he loves the most. Who is not hurt, if what he thinks is valuable should be left alone.

What harm? Like love that he also cannot determine to whom he will love. So does his talent and his fun. He also could not choose and determine for himself. If can? He will choose what his parents like. So that there are no wounds and everything is perfect.

"I'm sure, one day non Zahwa must be a famous painter" said the pikasih. He was still standing on the spot, probably fascinated by Zahwa's painting and how to paint it. Not everyone can, right?

"Thank you, Bik" Zahwa replied

Zahwa smiled sweetly. This is probably the sweetest smile after a full moon. Because he also returned to painting after thousands of full moons.

"It looks like I'll have to buy a canvas tomorrow, easel, a brush and some watercolors and oil!" Zahwa's voice looks excited. He raised the drawing paper that was already filled with his paintings proudly. He put it on the table and overlaid the end. Maybe because of what he used old watercolors, so the paint still looks wet and gives off a slight odor. He lifted the table and put it in the sun. I mean to paint the painting.

"Are you going to like it?" ask pasih

"Looks like he won't care either, Bik. Sometimes I'm thankful that at least my husband doesn't care about me a little" Zahwa said with a proud smile

"Whatdidyou say? Try repeat?!" Hanan. Zahwa looks shocked to hear Hanan's voice suddenly appear behind him. So does pik pasih. He looks misbehaved and then leaves both of his employers behind.

"You, are you here?" zahwa asked, she looked confused and agitated. She knew her words had just been heard by her husband.