The Chosen Heart

Episode 67's

"Mas, you're doing it, anyway. Look at all the mess. What are you looking for?"

Hanan took out all the items in the closet and put them all away. Making the room messy. He continued to look for and ignore Zahwa who had been tailing earlier trying to find out what he was looking for.

"You won't know."

"That's why I asked, let me know. Look at all the mess. Who's gonna take care of everything."

"You're the. I'm going to work,"

"Honey, get everything done first. Otherwise, there's no breakfast." Threat Zahwa.

"No papa, I can ask the intern to buy me some food."

Hanan was busy looking for something. Zahwa was already visibly upset by her husband's behavior. Irritated, Zahwa came out of his room and no longer cared about what Hanan was doing.

"Finally we meet" said Hanan. He picked up a small box with the contents of the memory card. Not just one. After that, he put it in his bag. At the sight of Zahwa no longer there he was not aware if the wife had died himself.

Below. Yes, Zahwa did not prepare food. He sat with his legs crossed, a magazine in his hand.

"Darling, really angry. No real breakfast?" ask Hanan. I found no food at the dinner table. Just water, half a glass.

"I never deny my words. After all, you can have your interns make your breakfast."

Hanan sighed, walked up to Zahwa and immediately kissed the tip of his head from behind.

"I'm kidding, come on. I'm late" said Hanan to seduce. Zahwa still ignores.

"Tell, it's over."

"Well, how can you? You throw away your cooking. Your cooking is so delicious." Hanan said she was still trying to seduce Zahwa.

"Who I threw it away." Sewot.

"La trus?''

"That I give to the bodyguard outside." Answer Zahwa.

Sontak Hanan immediately looked towards the side of their house. There, through the window look three bodyguards are busy eating.

"Well that. Cooking is not for me. I'm hungry." Complaints Hanan.

"No!!!"

This time Zahwa stood up. And leave Hanan just like that.

With hunger and anger finally Hanan let Zahwa like that first. He should get to the office. Before he died, he wrote something down and put it on the table.

I won't eat until my wife comes to feed me.

Fill in the letter. Zahwa is upset, he may threaten her. But worry also slipped in, remembering that if her husband had typhoid if he ate too late, his illness would recur.

He returned to the kitchen and started cooking. Prepare some other foods, as well as fruit. He looked at the clock, it had been over 1 hour he was in the kitchen. And her husband was waiting for her on an empty stomach.

"I'm going to the office. You guys take care of the house." Zahwa said to the bodyguards.

"But we were assigned to look after the madam." Refute one of the Bodyguards.

"I'll be fine. Please take care of the house!'' Zahwa. The feeling of regret is still left because of Hanan earlier. He considers Hanan funds his bodyguards the same. Make everything.

''If Madam allows one of us to follow from behind. We don't want to take any chances. Moreover, it is our duty, if there is anything with the Madam, the master must be angry."

Zahwa sighed, they were stubborn as well.

"Alright, but don't be like a stalker. Later even you guys who are considered dangerous." Zahwa's Message. They nodded in understanding.

Arriving at the office he went straight to Hanan's room. This time, all the officers saluted and paid respect to him. No one was stopping her, everyone knew she was the wife of her boss.

"Zahwa, are you here?'' Surya, they passed each other in the loby.

"Eh, Mas Surya, yes. Breakfast for Mas Hanan." Answer Zahwa.

"Oh, okay. Hurry and meet him. He must be waiting for you." Surya said with a smile. Zahwa returned a smile and asked for permission to continue his path.

I don't know if they are like that now. There is peace and also a sense of brotherhood . What used to be as if it could not be separated, now the taste is extinct. Who once seemed no longer able to love other than him now no longer want to tie each other, even take off each other.

"Assalamualaikum" Salam Zahwa. She looked at her husband's smile with victory.

"Waalaikumsalam darling. I know, you won't have the heart," Hanan walked up to her and immediately kissed her forehead. Zahwa pouted and immediately splashed on the sofa. Opening up all the food he brought.

"Fast eat!" Zahwa. Hanan sat on the side. Waiting for Zahwa to bribe him.

"Other times don't worry people, don't be stubborn. Zahwa said by starting to feed Hanan. Hanan just nodded. With his ignorant smile he started to eat every mouthful of Zahwa.

"You're like a child." Omel Zahwa's. Hanan grimacing.

After eating, Zahwa peeled the apples. Despite her anger, she was still worried about her husband.

"Right!" Aldian. The secretary is always sensitive if there is food. His eyes widened to see a lot of eating on the Sofa table. Without permission, he approached them.

"Hi Zahwa, how are you?" Ask Aldian.

"good. How are you?" ask Zahwa. Just a few months to know Aldian, he could already guess what he was looking for.

"What's wrong? If there's a report later. You go out first, gih." Hanan. He always disturbs the momentum of himself and Zahwa.

"Your husband is fierce." Aldian told Zahwa. Makes Zahwa laugh.

"Please if you want to eat," said Zahwa, he knew what Aldian wanted.

"If you force well. I won't be shaken." The word Aldian made Zahwa laugh, he often said the same thing. Zahwa moved away from his seat, and let Aldian eat. Hanan looked at his arm because he was never sensitive to his condition.

"Let's go, Mas" Bela Zahwa.

Hanan got up from his seat and walked towards Zahwa, led him out of the room and left Aldian to eat.

"Where are you going?" Ask Zahwa.

"Some, just come along." Hanan answered with Zahwa's hand.

"Surprise again?" Zahwa asked curiously and hoped the guess was correct.

"No. Vacation first surprise, tease me if you continue to surprise." Answer Hanan. He removed Zahwa's wrists as they began to arrive at the servants' quarters. Zahwa walked parallel to him.

''Start the calculation," Sewot Zahwa.

"Happy darling. Don't fuss anymore, come along." Hanan. Zahwa complied without asking again . They walked towards the open room, surrounded by a glass wall that showed the sky and clouds that stretched wide. Some employees were there too. In the room it was made specifically for the architects who were designing the building. He saw Surya was also there with some of his employees, was looking at the big paper and discussing something out of nowhere.

"Mas Surya didn't say when to leave?" ask Zahwa. Hanan turned to her and found herself watching Surya.

"Why? If his ex wants to go far." It was Sergei Hanan who crossed his hand into Zahwa's shoulder and closed his eyes.

"Astaghfirullahhaladzim, Mas. Shame on seeing people." Zahwa immediately let go of Hanan's hand.

"Should be even more embarrassed, if caught seeing an ex. Her husband is beside her." Sewot. He was still jealous of his brother.

"Tell me, tell me that you carry the paperan on." Zahwa.

They fight but still go hand in hand. Hanan led her towards one of the large tables at the end of the corner. There were two people waiting for them.