The Chosen Heart

Episode 22

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On the other hand it looks like Hanan is talking to someone. He seemed to be listening to the explanation of the person, it seems that what they were talking about he did not understand at all .

"I don't know sir. Give the best quality," said Hanan. He was dizzy because he still did not understand what the person in front of him explained.

"Well, I'll send you the nicest item from our store" said the person.

"No. I'll take her now. I can't wait for you to send him tomorrow" Hanan denied.

"All right." said the man.

After that he was seen picking and sorting out some items in his shop. Not wrong again, look some canvas, easel with some size . There are other employees who also take a box that looks to contain a brush. They put her in Hanan's car. Somewhat difficult, because some are large.

"It's a painting that's already in the master's frame" said one of the female employees. He carried a beautiful framed painting of Zahwa.

"Thank you" Hanan said.

When you are finished, put them in the car. Hanan said goodbye, the store owner was happy if another time Hanan could come back to the store. Maybe this was his first time at the store.

"Well thank you. Maybe next time I'll take my wife" Hanan said.

Regretting that he didn't take Zahwa directly. Because he was confused by various kinds of painting tools that he did not understand at all. And he hopes, what he bought was not in vain.

His car drove through the streets. He wants to get home quickly.

Half an hour later, he arrived home. He can't get all his stuff out by himself . But no one can help him.

"Zahwa!!!" Call Hanan hard

Hanan is seen rushing upstairs and towards her room. So surprised he was. When she found her brother there too.

"I want to talk to you!" Surya cried by taking Hanan out of the room. He hasn't even had a chance to talk to Zahwa.

"What's wrong? If you also blame me . Okay I accept. Now I want to see Zahwa first" Hanan said. She is not happy with Surya's attitude, let alone seeing her alone with Zahwa in her room.

"It's no longer about you and Zahwa, but the three of us" Surya said seriously

"What do you mean, Mom?"

Hanan caught the seriousness in her brother's eyes. Could he be telling the truth?

"I hope you will not be angry after hearing this, and can accept it" said Surya

"I don't understand," Hanan tried to avoid the conversation.

"Me and Zahwa...As you thought that night," K

surya

"I mean, you?" Hanan tense.

Surya also looks tense. It's hard to actually say all this. But seeing Zahwa like that he did not want it to happen again.

"Solar Mass?!" call Zahwa. He's out of the room.

The two brothers looked worried about Zahwa's condition. Without waiting for a long time, Hanan immediately approached Zahwa.

"You're coming with me!" Hanan who immediately approached Zahwa and immediately took him to follow him.

"I can walk on my own. Let go," said Zahwa annoyed. Hanan was so hard holding his wrist.

They descended from the second floor towards the front porch. There's Hanan's car that he didn't park on purpose.

"Open!" Hanan ruled.

Zahwa nodded, but she obeyed her husband's orders. He opened the back door.

Zahwa looked stunned by what he saw. He still could not believe what he saw, it was visible from his face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say anything bad. I thought you'd assume it was a joke. I don't know, if that painting means anything to you. I also do not know, if all this time you have difficulty just doing your hobby. I_"

He hasn't spoken yet. Suddenly Zahwa turned around and hugged her. Hanan shocked. How not. It was her first time in a hug by a woman except her mother.

Zahwa cried again, adding to Hanan's concern again. What else, he thought, was wrong. Why did he embrace himself.

"Thank you" Zahwa said, letting go of his embrace. He looked embarrassed, instantly.

Hanan looked confused. He has not been able to digest what is going on .

"sorry. I was too emotional. I was wrong too" Zahwa said at last.

"You forgive me?" Ask Hanan. He still doesn't understand.

"It wasn't me who apologized. You should have forgiven me" Zahwa explained. He looked emotional again.

"alright... Alright. I forgive you," Hanan said immediately. Afraid that if it wasn't so, it would make Zahwa angry again. Women are weird, sometimes we're wrong they apologize. They're in the wrong cage, but we're the ones who have to give up.

It is true that the word woman is always true. Maybe by just following his words men will feel safe.

"So?" Ask Zahwa, please,

"What?" Ask Hanan back. Especially this. He did not understand what the woman in front of him was thinking.

"It's all for me?" tanya Zahwa pointed towards the contents of the car.

"You know how else," Hanan replied with a regretful face.

"Aren't you willing to buy it?" Zahwa asked her regret about relapsing again.

"No. Anyway I bought it for you," Hanan denied. It would be hard again if the woman in front of him was crying again.

Zahwa looks happy smiling. Her eyes are already sparkling.

"Of course by cutting your monthly money, "Hanan continued with a winning smile. Instantly makes Zahwa's smile fade. He looks sullen too

"Just kidding," Hanan said before Zahwa commented scathingly on her.

"You! Not everything can be a joke!" sewot Zahwa

Solar. He stands in the living room doorway . Seeing Zahwa and Hanan, being an audience that is not considered at all.

Just now she was with Zahwa and the woman asked to take herself away with her. But by this time he had already ignored himself, and returned to the arms of another man. As if what I said earlier, it never happened.

"Congratulations Zahwa, like I said. No one else will forbid you to paint. Even your husband immediately bought you everything you needed," Surya said slightly pressing.

Zahwa regained his senses, and recalled a few minutes ago what he had told Surya. He was a little regretful for saying that as if giving hope and only being his escape.

"Thank you, Mas." Zahwa replied. Maybe that's all he can say now.

"You cry because of a small problem. Next time you want something to say it, just say it" Hanan said.

He overhears Zahwa's plan to buy painting equipment.  And after that the ugly painting that he threw happened.

"Hayoo, we lift all that into the house" said Surya

They were shoulder to shoulder taking out some of that equipment. Actually it's not that hard. But Hanan bought canvas with various sizes, buffer board was also so.

"Miss, may I take a shower and change my clothes. We put everything in this room" Hanan said. He looks tired and also sweats .

"OK! Thank you," Zahwa replied.

Hanan snorted in annoyance. How can a woman change her mood so quickly. He walks out of the room leaving Zahwa who no longer cares about what he has done for her.

"You satisfied?" ask Surya

"I wanted all of this a long time ago" Zahwa replied with a smile.

"Good indeed. It seems Hanan can be relied on. You no longer need to ask me to take you away again" Surya said as if insinuating.

"But what I said was true. I feel tight if it's gonna keep going like this,"

Zahwa said that again. Giving her hope and then in a blink of an eye breaking her just like that.

"If you want to say it like that. Please think about it again. Didn't you say . Not everything can be considered a joke, "

Surya is now carried away by emotions.  It's natural his feelings are now in the game.

"Are you mad at me?" Zahwa asked, as if he did not see the streak of disappointment on the face of the sun.

"Why should be angry. As long as you are happy that is enough, "Surya said he would not understand if at this time.

One will not find it difficult to accept explanations when in a state of anger and pleasure. That would be contrary to his feelings.

Surya didn't want to be too long again, and then immediately left. Leaving Zahwa who was still content to see the stuff of his dreams.

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"Mas Hanan's. Comeup! I brought you dinner," 

Zahwa's voice was like a bell ringing so loudly in Hanan's ears. He was very sleepy and his body felt weak. A day at work, Zahwa did not know how hard he worked today. In addition to the drama of the painting that adds to the burden of his mind.

"I don't eat. I want to sleep. Don't bother me, "grunts Hanan. He still has trouble opening his eyes. Sink his head back into the pillow. This time the pillow covered his ears.

"Are you hungry? C'mon ! I've brought this for you" said Zahwa not to give up.

Hanan is increasingly dependent, he looks uncomfortable. He can't do what he wants now.

"That's it....I said no yes no. Don't force me "

This time Hanan was angry in his sleepiness. Zahwa breathed. Hanan was right, maybe he was forcing her too much.

Trays filled with food, he lifted off the sofa table from his room. Take him outside.

"Will she cry again" Hanan said as she watched Zahwa leave the room. But again he was very sleepy and could not think any more.

Zahwa put the food in the kitchen. He took the drinking water into a glass teapot to fill it up with water.

"Not sleeping yet, Nope?" Ask for love . He was seen from the bathroom kitchen.

"But bik. Aunt herself? Why do you like to sleep at night lately?" Tanya bikih

Last night he also saw the pikasih had not slept even though it was midnight.

"It's okay non. It's just yesterday that Surya didn't talk. He looks like he's upset. I can't resist it, though,"

"What does a bik mas, meh kak tell you?" ask Zahwa curiously.

"I only accompany the story even me," replied the pity, with a little embarrassment.

"God, Bik. The story about me is certain" Zahwa said suspiciously.

"Not non. Anyway not a non, "quick reply pasih he will be embarrassed if Zahwa knows what in his story to Surya.

"Oh"

Zahwa was a little disappointed. It turned out that he was not the topic of conversation.

"Bik, accompany me to bed yuk. I want to sleep in the new room" Zahwa said

"I mean, non-room made non-painting?' Tanya bikih

"Yes. There are actually a lot of rooms here. But the room you chose was huge. I'm afraid I'll have to sleep alone" replied the pity

"Why not just ask Hanan who accompanied?" Ask bik pasih.

Zahwa looks misbehaved how she might ask Hanan to accompany her . Maybe he'll be boasting later.

"Mas Hanan is asleep, it's not good to wake her up" Zahwa reasoned.

"Oh yeah, it's okay,"

Zahwa was pleased. They're heading for the room they mean. Turn on the lights and spread out a room that is quite spacious. Almost twice his room and Hanan's. The Solar Room also did not seem to be this big.

There was a fairly large bedroom as well and a wooden cabinet with chic carvings lined up five doors. And of course one bathroom .

No photos or decorations on the wall. Except for the medium size chandelier.

In front of a large window with navy-colored curtains, rows of several easels, and a canvas that is still unorganized and empty.

Zahwa took one canvas and put it on easel, she looked around her looking for her watercolor.

"You want to paint, don't you?" Tanya bikih

"Yes bik. Actually I can't wait for tomorrow to start painting." Zahwa replied delightedly

"I don't think that Hanan bought all of this. I was embarrassed 'cause I was prejudiced against him" said the pasih

"I also didn't expect him to make it, he couldn't be guessed," Zahwa added by starting to polish his front white canvas by water.

"They're both loving, Non. Seen once when not crying. The two sisters were worried about non Zahwa. What else mas Surya," said pikasih

"I'm grateful for that, Bik. After my parents are not there. I was among them,"

"But non I see than in Hanan mas, Surya mas looks more affectionate, Non," said pasih , Zahwa turned his head. Makes a little wrong scratch on his canvas.

"When I first met mas Surya has long known non Zahwa there is no awkward feeling like someone who first met " added pasih.

"Bik Kasih is aware of such a thing , but Hanan why he is not suspicious at all" Zahwa's inner self .

"If I may vote, if only non-Zahwa had not been married. I would rather agree non Zahwa with Surya mas. Even he knew quickly the favorite food of non Zahwa at that time? Didn't Zahwa tell him?" Tanya bikih

Zahwa smiled bitterly. How could you not realize it? If Surya easily shows his care when they are still a few days new to meet.

"It just so happens, Bik. Maybe then Mas Surya wants to cook. Incidentally again, it was my favorite kale stir-fry," Zahwa said, turning his face away and looking focused again with the painting in front of him.

"Isn't it because Surya is the man that non-Zahwa told me about? Non Zahwa's girlfriend back in college?" Ask me, full of suspicion.

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Zahwa. Why do you ask all that? Did he know anything after meeting Surya? Zahwa began to wonder.