The Chosen Heart

Episode 65's

Hanan and Zahwa enjoy a night of shahdu. Dance to enjoy the rhythm of the song.Exchange your eyes and smile.

"Honey, when Abah Zahra met alone. What are you guys talking about?" Ask Zahwa.

Zahra remembered that night Hanan had not told her everything. Had been forced but Hanan was sleepy and told him to sleep. But he is sure, Kyai Jauhar not only tells the story of Prophet Muhammad and Siti Aisyah only. There was something else, and he wanted to know.

"The story of the prophet Muhammad with his wife Aisha. I told you that." Answer Hanan. Without taking his eyes off Zahwa.

"I know, but there must be others. You guys talk a long time." Added Zahwa.

"He asked about our marriage. Naturally, our marriage is sudden." Hanan began to open up another story that happened that night.

"You need to answer how?"

Zahwa was curious about Hanan's response as well when they first got married. Although he has often said that he did not mind at all at that time.

"I story. If I have to marry you, because of the trust of Father and mother. I didn't know you before either. You and your family just come and take it for granted. Haha." Hanan's Story

"So you have to." Sewot Zahwa

"Yes, that time. But now it's not. I told you my most beautiful compulsion." Hanan said by bringing their noses closer.

"Buck!'' Zahwa pats Hanan's shoulder . He's crumpled.

"Learn darling. You must have been forced at that time, too, right? It's very forced."

"But now no," Zahwa denied, he pressed his face against Hanan's field chest. Making the man no longer stop his pain when he knew that his wife was his brother's lover.

"Other than that what did he say?'' Ask Zahwa again

"He read Surah An - nur verse 26

اَلْخـَبِيـْثــاَتُ لِلْخَبِيْثـِيْنَ وَ اْلخَبِيْثُــوْنَ لِلْخَبِيْثاَتِ وَ الطَّيِّبَاتُ لِلطَّيِّبِيْنَ وَ الطَّيِّبُوْنَ لِلطَّيِّبَاتِ.

women are not good for men who are not good. A good woman for a good man. And vice versa. You must have heard that verse, too" replied Hanan.

Zahwa lifted her head, looking at her husband's face. Not expecting also turned out to be a workaholic man like him could also memorize the Quran verse. The love in his heart grew. In his heart he said Hamdalah, because Allah gave a husband who loves HIS religion as well.

"Why? wonder I can recite that verse?" Hanan asked, she looked at Zahwa with a look of admiration.

"I guess you're a fool in religious understanding." Zahwa Goda.

Hanan tickled Zahwa's waist, making him squirm spoiled.

"If I don't understand religion, how could Kyai Jauhar want me to be his daughter's partner." Hanan.

"Eh, so that's right? not kidding?" ask Zahwa. He wants to know the truth. Jealousy came back, even though he knew it was over.

"What else is he telling you?"

"Actually not a story, more to advise. Maybe he knows that you and I are still looking back at each other. You're still stuck with your past and I with the pomegranate must choose to let go of you or defend you. I really wanted to let you go."

Zahwa hugged Hanan tightly. The word release made his heart seem to be hit by an extremely strong rock. Imagine that you are already feeling pain. Hanan did the same. He hugged Zahwa tightly. How he is without Zahwa, he probably won't find his sanity.

"He advises what?" Ask Zahwa again.

"He said, A soul mate is a Qodo '. The rule before we are born. We cannot choose or decide later. Because it's all in his destiny, it's written. It's just that before that provision materializes we must continue to strive. But when that provision has happened, we must accept with resignation. He assured me that you were my destiny, that you were the woman who would be my heaven." Answer Hanan. Zahwa involuntarily shed tears.

"You remember the story of Prophet Muhammad and Aisha who waited and did not want to disturb each other? In the story, Jauhar hinted that if we continue like that, we will never meet. We will not unite. Unlike the prophet, he and his wife are open to each other in love. But we were at the time opposites each other, and harbored feelings. We're bound, but we're opposite each other." Added Hanan.

Zahwa remembers the events of their marriage. That's what happened, the whipping of the soul and the opposite heart. The soul fully accepts her husband, but the heart is still entangled in the love she still encounters every day.

"That night I also wanted to tell you about an old couple who had been married for a long time . But at that moment I forgot, and you've taken me to bed." Zahwa.

"Now try to tell me?" Hanan's Order.

"We sat in the gazebo. I'm tired." Zahwa. Hanan laughed, looking at Zahwa's exhausted face. Unknowingly they have been dancing for a long time. Until I don't know what song g is playing right now. Emasculated with intimacy, making both of them forget about the situation around.

"Come on."

Hanan demanded that Zahwa pass through the streets that were still full of flowers towards the gazebo. There Hanan jolted her legs and Zahwa lay down making Hanan's thigh a pillow for her.

"Continue your story." Hanan

Hanan's hand stroked Zahwa's head gently. While Zahwa he plays the tip of his hijab . Sometimes looking at her husband's face. The song Alhubb fil shomti sung by Artist Veve Zulfikar is still their Backsound. Add to the atmosphere of Syahdu.

"I kind of forgot, but at the heart of the story there was a couple. They have been married for decades, and have always been harmonious and loving. One day, when they were old and felt that their age was not long. The husband asked his wife about the cooking . From the beginning of marriage, when his wife cooks fish she always presents the tail for her husband. And her husband always presents the head and body for his wife. Always has. In the end, her husband asked her why she always gave him the tail. The wife replied, "Because I like the tail, I think you'll definitely like it too. I'm willing to share the part that I like for you". At that moment her husband cried. The wife asked why she was crying? husband answers. He actually likes the fish head. He thought that his wife liked him so he was also willing if what he liked for the wife.'' Zahwa's Story.

"Well, if they were honest and open, maybe they could feel what they like. Without having to sacrifice." Commentary Hanan

"Yes, pity." Zahwa

Both silent. Reflect on all those stories.

"So from now on, we have to be honest with each other . There can be no secrets between us!" Zahwa.

"Including*********** that you are currently using." Temptation Hanan teases.

"Basic bawdy!" Zahwa pulled the tip of his hijab towards Hanan's face. Makes chuckle.

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