The Chosen Heart

Episode 52

"How's the condition?" Ask Hanan.

Very just came and checked it out.

"He has stomach ulcers. Didn't you feed him?" Answer Very. He wrote down the recipe and handed it to Hanan.

"I didn't know he had an ulcer" Hanan said regretfully.

"He'll be up in a minute, I'll go first. Because of you I left a lot of patients." Very. Hanan says to go to the house and doesn't say if it's Zahwa's house.

"I'm panicking. How else,"

"I knew. It's because you love him too much" Very said. He's packed his medical equipment.

Hanan quiet. Let Very leave the room alone.

A few moments later Zahwa woke up. He felt pain in his stomach.

"Eating and taking medicine," Hanan was already on standby with a portion of food in his hand.

"Mas Hanan, you?" Zahwa was shocked by Hanan's presence before him now. He still remembered what happened to him a moment ago.

"Hurry and open your mouth. Your stomach is coming back, you have to eat and take medicine." Hanan.

Zahwa looked on in disbelief. Hanan was with him and fed him. After finishing eating Zahwa took the medicine also given by Hanan.

"I'll get Bik Asih here if you still want to stay here." Hanan said after Zahwa finished eating and taking the medicine.

"Don't. Let the Asih be there." Zahwa said he was holding Hanan's hand. Hanan.

"So what do you want?" Ask Hanan. He looked away from Zahwa.

"Right." Answer Zahwa.

Zahwa first called Hanan's name without frills. Hanan flinched and looked at him.

"Who told you to call me that?"

"I'm not calling you..." Deny Zahwa.

"That was?"

"I answered your question,"

Hanan recalled what he asked Zahwa earlier. He was silent after remembering it. Regulate his emotions and heart so as not to be tempted by Zahwa.

"It's night. Go sleep! I'm going home." Hanan wants to move.

"Is this your decision? Leave me?" Zahwa asked, she was sad. Hanan did not care about himself anymore.

"I'm not leaving you. I'm releasing you. You deserve to be back with my sister. I'm fine." Hanan.

"Do you think I'll be able to get back with Mas Surya and then watch you continue around me?" Ask Zahwa.

"I'm going to go. You're free together." Hanan answered quickly.

Zahwa held Hanan's hand again. Convinced that what he said was a lie.

"Solar Mass. He's different from you. I could never say that I loved her before. Because he banned me. But I thought, that the declaration of love is not just a man's right. Women are entitled, too, " said Zahwa.

"I'm not my brother!" Hanan ketus. Zahwa still remembered her brother when only he was by her side at the moment.

"Because that's. Will you teach me to love you?" Zahwa said lovingly. Without doubt.

Hanan absorbed Zahwa's words in his ears, think and heart. He did not want to misinterpret it.

Zahwa releases Hanan's hand. He had the courage to start first. But Hanan is still frozen.

"Is it because I'm not like Zahra? You like it, right?" This time Zahwa was desperate. His heart would freeze again.

"That's the problem Zahwa. You still think the past is related to our relationship." Hanan now opened Zahwa's mind.

"If we want to start this relationship again. We have to forget everything that happened in the past. No Zahra or Surya." Added Hanan.

"If so I want you to help me forget about it all. Do you remember Zahra's father before coming home at that time. He said, We need Istikharah to make a choice. But if we're married, Istikharah it's not necessary. I want to keep our marriage." Zahwa.

"We are not fit to talk like this. Sleep on!" Hanan. He stood up and was about to leave, but Zahwa prevented him, a pushy look. There was plea and mercy implied in it.

"I'm going to the kitchen. Cooking something. I'm hungry." Hanan explained. Unlike Zahwa's wishful thinking let go of Hanan's hand in annoyance. Hanan was still working on it at a time like this.

"From earlier you pranked me?" Chirps Zahwa.

"You yourself are better," Hanan said mockingly . He quickly rushed out of the room, otherwise Zahwa would have hit him.

"The husband is lacking!!" Shouted Zahwa out.Hanan had closed the door of the room. He outside the room laughed. Didn't think that Zahwa loved her too.

Suddenly he turned around and opened the door of the room, Zahwa looked at him suspiciously.

"You're not at all suited to begging like that, you fit in with your rude nature." Hanan said and immediately closed his door again.

"Stupid Right!" Furious Zahwa. Hanan could play with this kind of feeling.

After a while. Hanan returned with a serving of fried noodles. She cooks instant noodles.

"I just found Instant Noodles. Fortunately it hasn't expired." Hanan. He enjoyed the noodles without seeing Zahwa who was still glaring at him.

Hanan glanced for a moment and refocused on the food. Zahwa was already full of the food he had ordered. Panicking, she orders Zahwa to eat and forgets about herself.

Zahwa got out of bed. He headed for the cupboard that lined up in front of the bed. Take some wear from inside the closet.

"Change your shirt" said Zahwa. He placed the shirt in front of Hanan who had finished eating.

"I thought you were going to tell me to go home" Hanan said.

He looked at the clothes Zahwa had given him. It was bigger than his clothes. And it came to a realization when Zahwa looked at it with compassion. He quietly did not answer when Hanan said that he would tell him to go home. In his eyes, he said, Don't go.

"I'll change clothes first" Hanan said.

Zahwa returned to his bed in his original position. Hanan came out carrying the dish and soon returned. He took the clothes that Zahwa had given him to the bathroom.

"This shirt is too big. Is this dad's shirt?" Hanan asked after she went out of the bathroom.

It does. He looks dirty wearing his father's t-shirt. But no more t-shirts for her, if any it is also as big as the t-shirt she is wearing now.

"Yes, it belongs to Papa, " replied Zahwa, he became reminded of his parents.

They are currently in Zahwa's parents' room. When Hanan fainted from carrying her alone.And only the room was headed at that time. Hanan realized that Zahwa was thinking of his Papa, his face gloomy. There must have been a lot of good memories in that room as well.

"Do you remember your Mom and Dad?" Ask Hanan. He was lying next to Zahwa on his side facing Zahwa. His head was still with his right hand.

"Many memories in this room. This is Mama and Papa's room." Zahwa answered, his eyes began to tear.

"Emmm...So maybe this room also bears witness to their love as well." Hanan. Zahwa saw it, did not understand the meaning .

"Maybe this room is where they made you." Hanan. He hinted something with his eyes.

"Do you not want...Making this room also a witness to the making of their grandchildren." Hanan said again by showing off his neat teeth and also his ignorant smile.

Zahwa said he could not believe it.