The Chosen Heart

Episode 28's

I don't know which direction they are going to take at the moment. Provided it could take them away from all reason to be sad .

"Stop!" Zahwa suddenly cried.

With a disc Hanan stopped his car. The two were slightly bounced because they suddenly stopped when the car was high speed.

"You're the one who asked for a sudden stop" Hanan said before Zahwa protested about her sudden brake.

Zahwa wanted to be angry but was interrupted. He looked around. Beside them is a city park crowded by visitors, especially children. Zahwa removed his seatbelt and got out of the car.

"Park in front there, I wait here, Zahwa said to Hanan as if ordering.

"Well miss," Hanan replied, not refuting.

Hanan parked the car not far from Zahwa's position, while Zahwa was still standing waiting for Hanan to finish parking the car.

His views explored the entire city park. He's interested in one thing he wants to get there fast but still has to wait.

Hanan slightly dashed towards Zahwa after finishing parking the car.

"Come on!" Hanan

Without answering Zahwa walked towards the inner city park. Lots, lots of street vendors. People pass by there are also those who just sit enjoying the atmosphere. There are also those who play with their children.

Zahwa's step is fixed on a row of box cork placed on the easel (canvas support/cork for painting ).

"You want to paint?" tanya Hanan guessed Zahwa's thoughts.

"Yes, it's fun, isn't it?!" zahwa replied happily.

He looked at the row of painted cork that was already filled with many characters. Most of the characters are children, there are no paintings for adults.

"If you want to paint, I already bought millions of loo equipment for you yesterday." Hanan Protests

"Silent. Just try to pick a character you like and try to color it" Zahwa argued

He called a seller of the painting . Discuss briefly. Hanan could not hear it. His attention broke following Zahwa's orders to choose one of the characters' painted cork.

"Tayo, Upin - Ipin, mass , Ultraman, iron man, Frozen," Hanan went around reading one by one the painted cork. His face was clear, because there was nothing that interested him. How not all of that for kids.

Suddenly out of nowhere the painted cork was full in the crowd by children. They occupy one by one the painted cork. Choose a character they like.

Hanan was surprised, why suddenly many children want to paint. The answer is in Zahwa he looks smiling with satisfaction. Seeing many children begin to paint after being given watercolor one by one.

Hanan approached Zahwa. He was still seen chatting with the seller of the painted cork.

"Thank you sir, this guy will pay for everything later. So total everything and give it to him, " said Zahwa.

Zahwa lightly left Hanan and immediately joined the children.

"Sorry sir, this is what you have to pay" the seller said

Hanan received a paper totaling all the painted cork. Before that he saw Zahwa was already laughing, having fun with the kids.

"You're Zahwa's husband?" guess the sale.

Hanan was surprised that the father knew Zahwa's name.

"He likes to come here first. Painting with kids like that. He looks happy every time he does it all" the seller said.

"Oh, is that it?'' Hanan did not believe.

He remembers the eloquent story of Zahwa who could not freely paint. Maybe this is the way to break that hobby.

"All right sir, here" Hanan said. He took some money from his wallet.

"It's too much,"

"It's okay. Thank you, sir."

Hanan sat him one of the benches not far from the place. Talk to the seller's father.

As for Zahwa he has found his old world long missed. Blending together with laughter and jokes with the children who are now with him.

"Why mom? Come along happy, see mbak Zahwa happy, "said the father suddenly.

Hanan misbehaved her face

Unknowingly he was caught seeing Zahwa's happiness.

****

At home

The woman was still sitting in the living room, in an awkward look with her current condition. Not knowing what to do either. But at least he felt safe in that house.

"Elena, do you need anything?'' Surya asked, he was already preparing to go to the mosque. With a blue Koko shirt, almost matching sarong, black skullcap. He was so charismatic in the eyes of any woman.

"Hi? Do you need anything?'' surya asked again, when elena the woman's name did not answer and just stared at her.

"Ah, no. But I'm sorry sir, can I come with you?" Elena looked doubtful.

Surya slightly weigh. She saw Elena still had feelings of fear and insecurity on her. But if he gets out of the house now it's not safe anymore.

"You're home. After all, the pity is at home" Surya said at last

Elena seemed disappointed to hear Surya's reply . Right now it might be only Surya that he could trust. Look she's gonna leave him.

"I'm just going to the mosque, near the house. Want jama'ah "sury said

"Old?" ask Elena

"No. After the congregation I will go home," replied Surya

Elena nodded. However, he could not force the man who helped his life to stay with him.

"You pray, right?" ask Surya

Elena did not answer. Not saying or saying no. He doesn't know what to answer.

"I never prayed" finally it came out of his mouth. He was holding his head down at that moment. Shame and not knowing.

Surya's stunned. He did not expect that the woman he helped was raw in religion.

"Yes already. I was a Jama'ah first," said Surya.. He stepped out of the house leaving elena who was like a stunned.

Now living himself he looked all over the house. So luxurious and magnificent.

This is the first time I've entered a house this big. He never even imagined such a house.

Just a moment ago he already had no hope of living even if he could choose to die alone.

"Bak, would you like to pray ? I have prepared the face in the room said the pikasih, disperse the daydream.

"Bik, sorry. Can you teach me to pray" Pinta Elena. Making pasih stunned . He was as surprised as Surya.

"Well, come!" Take a pussy

Bik Kasih shows the guest room. Leads elena into the bathroom. Saying that before praying he should wudhu first. Bik asih exemplifies the way of ablution.

Elena tried to understand the compassionate explanation of ablution and immediately practiced what was exemplified. This is the first time he has done this.

The monk also led him to pray at the time of ablution and also after ablution.

After the ablution. Patently I wear mukena to Elena. Like a child who has just used mukena, elena is confused when looking for a hole for both hands and inserts her index finger at the end.

"Bak is so beautiful" praise him when he's done wearing mukena.

Elena blushed in embarrassment. Maybe the first time someone said that.

"I've never done this at all, Bik. Please teach me, " said Elena.

I am happy to teach him to pray Step by Step. Elena is also seen trying not to make mistakes and following compassionate instructions.

"It's done, madam. Later after this we will also pray again." The word pikasih after elena performing the magrib prayer.

"As it was again. How many times bik? I only know people pray during the day and afternoon like that" said Elena

Bik ekasih looked on with concern. Elena, he's not much of a whim. Even he seems obedient, gentle and understanding.

But what about his fate. Where he lived before. Until prayer, he did not know.

"Sholat there are five times mbak elena, so mbak is performing the magrib prayer there are three roka'at . After this approximately one era, we will perform the prayer isya', there are four roka'at. Then tomorrow again _ "

"Oh I know that during the day right?" Guess elena girang. Because he felt he knew a little about the prayer.

"No. The dhuhur prayer. It is done right during the day. Twelve hour range over. But before that hour after five in the morning, we also have to pray the name of dawn prayer, two roka'at and the last one is ashar prayer, four roka'at. Performed at half-hour range four in the afternoon'' clearly pasih

Elena heard the pity explanation carefully. Like listening to school lessons that will be tested later.

Deliberately pikasih provides a simple explanation of prayer time by calling the hour. So that elena has no trouble understanding him.

A few minutes later. They both heard the voice of Surya reading the Qur'an.

Elena was still using a mukena walking to find the origin of the sound that seemed to attract her. He stopped seeing Surya reading the Qur'an.

The desire to get closer to hear Surya, he paused. Maybe he'll interrupt later.

He just stood behind the wooden curtain that Zahwa used to occupy as well to listen to Surya read the Qur'an.

"Mas Hanan is reading the Qur'an? Have you heard or known about it?" ask pasih

Slowly elena nodded her head, but her gaze was in the other direction. This was the first time he had heard in person the Qur'an.

"Every day, after returning from the congregation, Surya routinely read the Qur'an. What a noble woman who becomes his wife." Bik pasih's story.

Elena looked at the pussy with a question mark.

"Why is your master not married? The brother of the master. Wh who? Mr. Hanan already has a wife,'

"Mas Surya has just returned from Cairo. Maybe he will ask his girlfriend. Reportedly he already has a lover, '' Love story

He recalled having heard Zahwa say that to himself. But the pious suspicion that Zahwa is her lover has not found a bright spot. Looking at that moment Zahwa brightly said no when he asked that Surya was his lover first.

"Auntie's already met the master's lover?'' Elena asked, as if she wanted to know.

"Never, mas Surya has never or may not have invited his lover to the house," replied the pasih.

"Oh.." that's what came out of elena's mouth.

He looked back at Surya reciting the Qur'an again.

"Come on! Ma'am has to take off his face first,"

Elena realized she was still using the faith to pray earlier. With an embarrassed smile she moved into the guest room. Pikasih followed him and helped to release the face.

"Mbaknya lulled yes same mas Surya. Until I forget to take off my face," joked bik asih .

Elena blushed in embarrassment. Not answering jokes pussy.

"Regardless. If I was young, I would have been the same as Surya. He was kind, well mannered, smart and again he never distinguished others. All in the same view, the value of pluses again he handsome," said the pity with a restraint of laughter. He himself even blushed.

Elena just smiled to hear me tell her about Surya. There was a stroke of admiration on Elena's face back then. It might also be lucky that he was saved by someone like Surya.

"Elena?" Call Surya in the other room.

Bik asih and elena rushed to the source of the sound. Surya looks looking for the figure he called it.

"Yes, sir," Elena came before Surya. Bik Kasih also went with him.

"Boy Zahwa and Hanan? Are they back yet?" Ask Surya.

"No, Mas. What's up?" Ask back to pasih

"There's nothing" Surya replied. There was a hint of disappointment on his face. He looked towards the watch on his wrist. He also looked towards the main door, hoping that what he asked was already in the doorway. But still nothing.

"Master called. What is it gonna take?'' Elena's asking breaks Surya's daydream.

"Oh, come with me," said Surya he recalled something.

He walked towards the middle room. Elena followed. With low self pity back to back.

"Sit down" Surya asked elena to sit with him. He followed Surya's orders.

"Actually, if you don't mind, where can you tell me about where you're from? I mean where is your house? Maybe I can help you meet your family again. Surya. The concern of seeing the woman before him made her even more compassionate when she found out that she did not know her religion at all.

"No, don't!" Elena shouted firmly. He looks scared. Surya was confused.

"Why? Don't you want to meet your family?"

"No, it's the same as me going back to them," elena denied, she again showed a fear that could not be hidden. His hands were his only strength. He squeezed himself as if imagining if he had re-experienced the bad event earlier.

"What's going on?" Surya wants to know the truth

Elena fearfully began to tell her true self. Shamefully he said that he was the son of a comfort woman.