The Chosen Heart

Episode 69

''So dear. Since your projects are finished thanks to me, what gift did you give?" Ask Zahwa. He was washing dishes after they had dinner. Hanan was still at the dinner table, enjoying his coffee and also the newspaper in his hand.

''What do you want?" ask Hanan back without seeing Zahwa.

"What's up, whatever." Answer Zahwa

"Why women are asked every time what the answer is up. If a man gives a smile, a woman will." Hanan said with a smile for Zahwa.

"What's that?" Sewot.

"Says whatever. It's also Lo's gift, a special sweet smile for my wife."

"Yes, the other one. What is it, a smile? What..."

"Hehehe. I've been planning, but I'm afraid you don't like it."

"I would have liked it. All your gifts all this time I liked it, This time Zahwa sparkled. Imagine a lot of surprises or other beautiful things.

"OKs. Now get ready," Hanan said, he was more sparkling than Zahwa. Makes Zahwa suspicious.

"What does your face mean? I suspect." Zahwa. This time he was done cleaning the kitchen.

"Say you'll like whatever I give you? why are you still suspicious. Comeon!" Hanan.

"OKs. Where are we getting ready now?" Ask Zahwa. He had already headed to their room which was on the second floor.

"We're going to the room." Answer Hanan.

"Yes.we go to the room, don't you want me to be ready. Where are you taking me then?" Ask Zahwa.

"To the room." Answer Hanan again. It irritates Zahwa. She said her husband did not understand what that meant.

"Yes, I know we're going to the room. Where are we going after that? what do I need to dress up like?" Ask Zahwa. They were already in the room, Zahwa had chosen the clothes in his closet.

"We're not going anywhere. We're here." Answer Hanan. He stopped Zahwa from picking clothes.

"Well, continues?" Zahwa's views began to be suspicious .

"Yes, right here. My gift." Hanan.

"What the hell Mas, say if you don't want to give me a gift. No papa, I don't mean."

"Want? The gift is too special for me, so huh? I'm confused to say it." Hanan looks awkward. It made Zahwa even more suspicious and curious.

"What's? Just say. Or I'll take it myself."

"I? My prize?"

"Well!" Zahwa doesn't understand.

Hanan approached himself. Grabbing her hand stroking - soft elus

.

"Emmm... Promise not to be angry first" Hanan said.

"OKs. I won't be angry. So what's?" Zahwa's getting curious.

Hanan sighed. He hesitated to say something. Makes Zahwa anxious and curious.

"I want to have a child.''

"Huh!'

"Yes, I want to have children. That's why I said I was the prize. I want my seed to be received without coercion, with awareness and love. I want my seeds to be fully mature. Therefore, will you be able to conceive my children?" Hanan said lovingly. gently and heartily.

Zahwa was still silent, she digested every word and spoiled look. Between surprise and surprise. Often she seduced, but not as beautiful as this.

''Deary?" Call Hanan

"Ah. Honestly, I'm overwhelmed. Mas Hanan, I hope you're not kidding, or just wooing."

"No. Honestly, some days I want to say this. But still doubt."

"Why?''

"I'm waiting for you. Accept me completely."

"You still doubt me?" Zahwa asked sadly.

"No. Still feeling the taste . You know every time I see you, sometimes the shadow of you and Mas Surya is still on my mind. Vice versa. Sorry, that doesn't mean I don't trust you."

"I'm sorry, Mas. If I still make you hurt a lot. But honestly, whatever relationship we formed. I never thought again to leave you, let alone share my love."

"I Love You too." Zahwa answered with a hug to her husband.

"Btw, I'm sorry if I hurt you again Zahwa said in a hug.

''What else?''

"Actually, I've been menstruating." Zahwa said with a release of a hug. Hanan melengos. How else, the most annoying thing is when in a moment like this.

''Why didn't you say?" Hanan said that immediately put her body on the bed.

"Hehehehe. Don't ask, anyway." Reply Zahwa. He sits in bed. Looking at her husband's face.

"Yes, stop. How else, but true, dear. I want to have a child." Hanan . He pulled Zahwa's body until he lay on top of her.

''Yes. God willing."

''Often I see my employees at recess he asks permission to pick up his son's school . At that time I felt that being a father was amazing. He works, but still cares about his son. I want to feel that kind of affection, a feeling that I don't want to lose and protect. Uh! Can't wait for me!'' Hanan said, he's anxious.

''Being a mother is even more super. She conceived, breastfed, educated and even she willingly replaced the pain of her child." Zahwa won't lose.

''Yes, yes. Woman no 1. How many children do you want? 10 15 or how many?'' Ask Hanan. Zahwa.

''What cat I can give birth to that much.'' Zahwa replied.

''Hehehe if not strong means I add another wife." Hanan cengengesan .

''Just ask if it's true!" Zahwa pinched the chest of Hanan's field. Makes him laugh wide.

''Baby glaring. I just want you to give birth to my children. Emmmuach," Hanan hugs the friendly Zahwa and kisses her cheeks fat

''If you want to have another wife, wait for me to die. After that I will" said Zahwa.

''Usttt! Can't say that, we'll always be together. I will not replace you with anyone. It's just me, you and our future son." Hanan said by touching Zahwa's stomach. As if in his stomach there was already a fetus.

''All ten dreadfuls my dear husband.''

"No dreadlocks. Where can I be a tombal."

''That was just now."

''It's just for you, I can't say it for anyone else anymore."

"Cooks?'

''Seriously!"

''What proof?'' Ask Zahwa.

Hanan immediately kissed her lips, making Zahwa unable to say or ask.

''Easy. I lost," said Zahwa after escaping Hanan's kiss.

''Don't ask for evidence anymore. Whatever I can prove." Hanan said proudly.

A moment later Zahwa's phone rang. He got up from his position and grabbed the phone that was in Nakas.

''Who?'' Ask Hanan.

''Bik Asih Mas, what's wrong. Tumben?'' Zahwa answered and picked up the phone immediately.

''Just disturb." Hanan. He slipped his hand on Zahwa's stomach. Pasting cheeks on his back.

''You're a mas, can you just shut up for a second, right?! This is Bik Asih on the phone.'' Call Zahwa for a little bit of discomfort .

''I'm silent. No bother! I just want to go here." He said it was like a child. Zahwa

"Assynthet, Bik. What's up?'' Ask Zahwa

"Guilipinam, Non. Sorry to bother you, Non. But this is bad, Mas Surya ... Tut Tut...''

''Hallo, Bik? Bik... Bik..." There is no lawfulness. Zahwa's face became tense. Phone disconnected.

''What's up?" Ask Hanan

"Don't know, but Asih called her tone scared and worried. He mentioned the name Mas Surya. And the phone's disconnected." Answer Zahwa tensely.

''Try calling home." Hanan. Zahwa obeyed what he said. Both are tense . Not usually call. Hanan picks up his phone and he finds a missed call as well from Zahra. Hanan watched the phone screen to Zahwa. Both survive tense.

''We'll just go home!'' Zahwa

Hanan. They packed up and went there.