The Chosen Heart

episode 4

_Sometimes being late is good, rather than not at all_

" This is his room?" asked pasih. Just came and went straight to work .

" Maybe bik , said Mas Hanan the end of the room . Yes this is the end " replied Zahwa. He was also only a few days in that house and not all the places he knew about.

Zahwa opened the room. Just first opened the smell of bland, maybe too long uninhabited.

Not unlike the room, this room is spacious with white paint and wide windows from the other side of the room, can be a barrier also between the room and balcony . With dark brown curtains and also white vitrase . Unlike the room that uses colors - lighter colors . This room looks a little dark. There are no sofas but 2 sponge chairs in milk brown and a wooden table next to the wide window.

" This room is like a room Non "say pasih . Zahwa was stunned he went around looking around again .

" Yes, what a coincidence." Reply Zahwa is happy, he feels back to his room. He opened the big window and saw a slightly dirty balcony but did not leave his name. There is a half oval chair made of wood, there are two pedestals to sit and lean on. On the side of the wall there is a vertical garden that shades of nature. On the edge of the balcony there are also some plants.

" Comfortable. " Guman Zahwa was unconscious.

Zahwa tried to sit on the chair , swing a little and unwind . The night sky began to show its charm. The stars in the sky began to sprinkle with a crescent moon that seemed to be smiling.

He saw the pussy, he was cleaning the room. Actually he wanted to help but his body felt sore. Today he's been doing homework, not a big deal actually . He also sometimes helps with compassionate work, but today almost all parts of the house he does himself. Tiredness is not a problem, right ?

" Tonight is like that time" said Zahwa slowly .

Flash Back's

That night the stars also shone brightly, just like today . The crescent moon also smiled sweetly. The difference was beautiful that night was not as beautiful as the girl's happy smile.

" I hope Zahwa will be patient and wait, I promise to keep trying for Zahwa" said the man in front of him.

" You promised?," asked Zahwa convincingly . The man nodded without hesitation. Unlike the other couples who will hold their partner's hand to convince 'em, he just stares unhesitatingly and confidently.

" Okay, I believe. But on one condition." Zahwa

" What's ? ,"

" Em , write down all your promises on this paper." Zahwa said by taking out the paper from his bag.

" Alright , but if only a piece of paper will not be enough" the man challenged.

" Well, whatever you need I'll give you " said Zahwa reassuringly. Not to be outdone she took out some papers inside her bag . Colorful, and many shapes.

" As has been prepared very carefully, "saying the man by looking around and flipping through the paper giving Zahwa. Zahwa smiled proudly.

" Okay, I'll start writing it. "

One paper was already filled with the man's writing and Zahwa read it. There was a haru twinkle on his face after reading the writing. The man refilled the empty paper. And again read by Zahwa, and so on. Until the last paper.

" Why have you?," asked Zahwa, seeing the man put down his pen.

" I've been , but you haven't. So many promises I have written, I will try to fulfill them. And now it's your turn, "he replied.

" What do you want me to promise?" asked Zahwa

" No, I won't ask you for an appointment, sometimes someone will feel burdened with a lot of promises." Answer

" That means you are burdened" said Zahwa . Seen from his face, he was disappointed.  Different from the man in front of him. He smiled and shook his head.

" I love you, as a love of promise is not a burden but a drive and a strand of love,"

" Means I can also hold it like that "

" Well, you're too fast. I guess, I'll be a little waiting to hear the answer to her statement of my love. " The man's temptation chuckled a little. Zahwa manyun, her face is red.

" It's been, I don't want to promise. " said Zahwa annoyed, he was like in a bully.

" Hahahaha.

Zahwa is getting more and more manyun. He thought he was being played. But shouldn't the man be being played. He has promised many things, but there is no promise of reply.

Zahwa took out a blue box. He put all the papers containing the words of the promise into the box.

After everything was done, Zahwa thrust the box at the man.

"Bring up, that you may keep your promise in mind" said Zahwa.

" Good thanks "See you.

" I'll take that one paper with me, I'll write a promise as well, when you come back. But before you have to know_ ''Not yet Zahwa finished his talk the man stopped him quickly.

" Enough . I already know. Sometimes I think hearing or even letting a girl express that love is just as damaging to a man's self-esteem as his "South. Zahwa did not continue his words.

A long, but pleasant evening. Although it will be a memory.

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