The Chosen Heart

Episode 31

Zahwa looks tense. This might not be the first time she had come close to Hanan but somehow this time she seemed to be unable to resist as Hanan started to bring her face closer. The heart skipped a beat, his fingers squeezing the bad cover that covered part of his body.

Their breaths are getting stronger. Hanan's hand began to spread the Zahwa hijab that covered part of his face. That alone had already made Zahwa hot cold. With a sigh, Hanan's hand raised Zahwa's chin. Zahwa did not resist as Hanan began to touch his chin their gazes did not turn away. Hanan brought her face closer to Zahwa, making her reflexively close her eyes. Hopefully, everything will be fine

"You used a needle to tie your hijab?'' Hanan asked him he got up from his tilted position and immediately sat facing Zahwa. He removed the pentule needle that bound Zahwa's hijab. Zahwa opened his eyes confused. His hijab as already open and showing the neck of his white tie. He quickly tied the two sides of his hijab to the back of his neck.

"What are you doing?" Ask Zahwa. He saw Hanan focusing on his pentule needle.

"You use a needle like this to tie the hijab, it's harmless" Hanan replied he observed the needle as if he had first seen it.

"It was used to tie the hijab" said Zahwa, upset that Hanan was about to do something to him. But as it turns out, he just wanted and was probably curious about the pentul clock. It's not bad.

"I'm not the only one wearing it.  All the women almost all used it to tie her hijab," Anxious Zahwa he took the clock from Hanan's hand and would use it again.

"Eh, no. It's dangerous, it could hurt you later. You don't have to wear anything like this anymore" Hanan protested, reclaiming the clock and dumping it in the trash next to her bedside drawer.

"That's okay and harmless. You're the one who's too tired" said Zahwa. Hanan over in such a small matter.

"I said no yes no. It is forbidden to dispute the husband. The sins!" Hanan

Zahwa looked up and lay down again to deny Hanan. With an arrogant feeling he did not want to listen to Hanan anymore.

"Are you angry about this little thing? I did it also because I didn't want you to get hurt" Hanan said

"No, I'm going to sleep. If you don't mind. Sleep in another room. I want to be alone" said Zahwa, still denying Hanan.

"Just because of the needle you want me to sleep outside Zahwa. It's so cruel to my wife!" hanan said he picked up pillows and blankets from the closet and walked outside the room.

"Hurry out!" Zahwa.

Hanan quickly exited the room and closed it. Outside Hanan's room giggled instead, she placed her hand on his chest. Feel his heartbeat and then smile.

"Thank God, my heart is back to normal" he said . He happily walked towards the other room of the house.

He headed for the room that had already become Zahwa's painting equipment. Perhaps this was the only room that could make him feel not far from Zahwa.

I can't do that Zahwa. I don't want to cook anything against you. I even have to be as strong as possible so as not to fall in love with you.

Hanan recalled the incident a moment ago. Not only did Zahwa feel the tension Hanan also felt it. The murmur in his heart seemed to be unable to hold him back from bringing his face closer to the zahwa back then. Even when Zahwa had closed his eyes, he could not stop staring at the beautiful face in front of him. I really want him to touch it. Eventually he had to step away and find an excuse not to offend Zahwa.

Hanan looked amusedly smiling considering that . Shaking his head thinking that he had really gone crazy.

"Already Hanan. You'd be crazy to remember that, now call Alfin," he said, looking for his phone and patting it because he forgot to bring it. His phone was left in his room. Hanan came out of the room and went to her room again, she hoped that Zahwa had really slept. So he's not disturbed anymore.

Arriving in the room, at his sight Zahwa was asleep he immediately searched for his cell phone. Found on the side of the bed that he used to sleep in By walking around quietly hoping not to make a sound so as not to wake Zahwam Quickly he picked up his cell phone

Zahwa has been seen sleeping. Hanan had already involuntarily crouched down in front of Zahwam's face He was still in a tilted position. While sleeping like that, she looked soft. I wouldn't have expected him to be so rude and angry.

"Good night, may you have a good dream." Hanan said involuntarily he rubbed Zahwa's head gently. Then come out of the room with a big smile.

After Hanan heard the sound of the door closing . Zahwa opened her eyes she felt the murmur in her heart and the smile in her lips was sparkling beautifully. The heart beats, not as hard as it was. It's just like something's poking and feels comfortable. I don't know how that unruly feeling just came about.

"Good night, may the dream be good too" Zahwa said and began to close her eyes.

***

Once in the morning Hanan had wanted to go to the office he was seen in a hurry and only ate one piece of jam bread.

"Why rush?" Zahwa asked, he was carrying Hanan's briefcase. Following her husband's footsteps to the front porch.

"There's sudden work. Aldian sent WhatsApp to the office immediately, "Hanan replied he already wanted to get in the car. Ask for the bag that is still carried by Zahwa.

"I don't like your secretary" Zahwa said.

"Why? He has been working with me for 3 years. And his work is good and never wrong. He's my friend anyway" Hanan said defending Aldian

"Keep defending" sewot Zahwa

"Is it because he said something bad to you yesterday? Naturally, she did not know that you were my wife" Hanan said so that Zahwa did not misunderstand.

"Well! yes, it is." said Zahwa.

She resigned her husband will still defend Aldian later.

"If you don't like Aldian being my secretary, maybe I can change his position. I can choose one of my employees to replace him. But, the problem is to be a secretary I need a deft and painstaking person. There's no male employee like that other than Aldian." Hanan

"It looks like Aldian can still be maintained . You don't have to change her position just because I don't like her" Zahwa said quickly .

"Oh, is that it? I guess because you don't want me to replace her with a female secretary, "tease Hanan.

"No. I don't think so. Already ! you said there was business. Get out of here" said Zahwa. He gave the briefcase to Hanan. Hanan smiled mischievously.

"Kiss your hand first dong," Pinta Hanan reached out. Zahwa received and kissed the back of her husband's hand.

"It's like a newlywed, right?" Hanan jahil said

"Yes yes, romantic snobs. Though pretending," replied Zahwa. Hanan laughed involuntarily Zahwa laughed.

"Bye, assalamualaikum.." Hanan greeting he's already turned on his car engine .

"Waalaikumsalam." replied Zahwa by waving his hand.

Hanan's car drove off, leaving the yard and Zahwa standing still until the car was invisible to his eyes.

"Sir, you left your suit" said Elena

Surya wants to go to the office too. Elena walked hastily after Surya who was already near Zahwa.

"Sounds like you're getting familiar?" surya Word .

"Isn't that good. That's what it's supposed to be anyway, isn't it?" reply Zahwa

"Yes, great. I'm happy to see you happy" Surya said again.

"So much as I am. It seems like there is someone who also cares and is ready to serve you whenever you want" Zahwa said. Elena had already reached between them and Zahwa left them both.

"Thank you" said surya he received a suit that had been brought by Elena.

"Don't call me master again. Just call Surya," said Surya

"It's not good to just call Surya, I can call Surya mas" elena pinta

"Please," Surya replied with a smile

"All right, Surya,"

"OKs. I'm going to work. Later I'll get people to deliver some wear for you. Yesterday I ordered it and today it will be delivered" Surya said

"Why bother? I already got the clothes yesterday" said Elena not denied he was very happy to get the clothes again.

"No, nothing. Yes, I left first" said Surya.

He gets in the car and then turns on the horn once to say goodbye once again to elena and Zahwa who are still seen sitting in the living room. With a pushy smile Zahwa nodded his head at Surya. It was clear that Surya was looking at Zahwa. But elena thinks it's another.

The car drove out of the house and the two women.

"Sir Zahwa is still here?" Elena asked, slightly surprised to see Zahwa still sitting in the living room.

"Yes elena, do you have a job. Maybe we can talk together" Zahwa said

"I'm sorry, but it looks like I have to help you out in the back." Said elena

"Oh, it's okay." Zahwa replied.

Elena, excuse me to leave. Zahwa returned upstairs. To the room where the painting is.

Once there he saw his bed a little messy.

"Maybe Hanan was sleeping here yesterday" Zahwa said he started tidying up again.

When you finish making that bed. He opened the large curtains of the room noticing the beautiful outdoor balcony. And also the sky that looks stretched wide.

Carefully Zahwa lifted her easel and placed her on the balcony of the room . After feeling fit he took one large canvas, he put the canvas on the easel. Some brushes and color paint are also neatly arranged on a table near the canvas.

After feeling perfect Zahwa began to paint, polish the white canvas with colorful watercolor.

He seemed to enjoy it and be happy. For a long time he did not feel as happy as today. Either because he could freely paint or something else

From above the balcony Zahwa could feel the breeze. I can say it's morning, but he can enjoy it.

His eyes were piqued when he saw someone coming through the gate of his house. Who ? He doesn't know yet either. Zahwa put down his brush and began to wonder who was coming. A young man with a large bag. From above Zahwa can see the contents of the bag . A couple of clothes or something.

The young man said his greetings, a moment after that there was a pity who came to greet him.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" Ask Bik. Their voices could be heard from the second floor balcony.

"There's a deposit for miss elena" said the young man

Hearing that Zahwa was a little disappointed. He recalled Surya before leaving for work earlier, saying that he told people to buy some elena wear. Then it's Surya's man.

''Oh... Thank you, sir" said pikasih. Elena who felt her name was called the young man was already standing next to the pity. He smiled happily as he received the large size bag.

"Why do I feel that Surya is so pampering him? Is she getting interested in Elena?" Inner Zahwa

The prejudice made him no longer excited. He sat down in front of the painting and began painting again.

Clings

*Mas hanan*

[Pak Hasan, the imam of the mosque of our house complex gave the news that today there is a lecture to commemorate the birthday of Sayyidatuna Fatimah Az-Zahra. We can't go to the mall anymore]

Are you all right?

Fill out a short chat from Hanan. Zahwa smiled, Hanan might think that Zahwa will be angry again because they failed again to the mall.

Its alright. You must think I'm going to be angry, right?

Reply to Zahwa and send the message .

Clings

*Mas Hanan*

[Yes, I'm not wrong to think about that. Because indeed you can be angry whenever you want. (emoticons sticking out the tongue)]

Chat reply from Hanan again. Zahwa pouted, in chat only her husband still likes to mock her.

Clings

[Surely you are pouting, reddening your lips. Holding your anger because of the contents of my chat earlier.]

[Don't be angry. Not to get old fast. I haven't fallen in love with you yet. But you're getting old (emoticons sticking out your tongue)]

Before Zahwa sent a reply Hanan chat already added chat again. The content of the chat seemed to know what zahwa was doing. Making zahwa who had wanted to get angry again regulate his emotions. Proving that he is not angry.

[I'm not angry. Don't you fucking know]

Reply Zahwa.

*Mas Hanan*

[Alright, I sent something for you. Maybe my friend will come to take her away soon]

Zahwa looks happy reading the chat. Can't wait for her husband's friend to come and give her something.

Not long after, someone riding a motorbike entered the yard of his house. A man, Zahwa, looked over from the balcony. The man looked around and saw the small paper in his hand. Maybe he checked that the address was correct or not.

"Is he possibly Hanan's friend?" Inner Zahwa.

Without waiting for Zahwa to run out of the room, down the stairs and quickly meet the man. Can't wait for something Hanan will give her.