The Chosen Heart

Episode 97's

Doing things as one wishes is like a walking train. He has only one one way and one stop. Some like it because maybe he likes it, enjoys it and has the same purpose. But there are also those who do not like it, because maybe we can not stop where we want to stop. Or maybe you want to walk a path other than the main road. Or just want to enjoy the trip more relaxed.

Everyone is different, right? Only tolerating each other in response.

''Thank you, '' said Hafiz suddenly.

''For?" ask Zahwa.

They were enjoying the juice and snacks made by Hafiz. Zahwa just found out, if Hafiz cousin of her husband is very smart to make cakes. It turns out that he also opened a small cafe in an urban area. Only because of his mother's condition did he often close the cafe.

''You already care about my mother, Hafiz replied.

''She was also considered my own mother, only maybe she had not considered me a daughter. Hehehehe, '' Lontar Zahwa relax.

There was a surprised mimic on Hafiz's face.

''Joking, don't take heart.'' Zahwa added after seeing Hafiz's unpleasant face.

''So Hanan?'' ask Hafiz.

''Yes, he's been on his way here. It's bucin's base."Answer Zahwa.

''Ahaha. But I've never seen Hanan like that, I guess his life is just to work and do what his life's purpose is." Hafiz. He remembers Hanan and finds many changes in her.

''My life goal is now to make her happy Fiz. That was it, Sahut Hanan. He had already come and immediately snatched the drink in Hanan's hands.

''Sneakers, honey?" his tan was spoiled by singing his lips. Zahwa instantly ruffled her hair in a fit of anxiety.

''Wah. True bucin turned out. Haha...'' Hafiz

''Why rush to pick me up? Have you met Auntie?'' ask Zahwa about her husband.

''No, I miss you.'' Hanan replied that he wanted to kiss Zahwa but was immediately prevented.

''You here, there's Hafiz. I'm not ashamed of anything" said Zahwa. He pushed Hanan's body to sit further away from him.

Hafiz scratches the head that does not itch. He was ashamed to see the behavior of the couple in front of him.

''I'd rather go, than interrupt." Pamit Hafiz's.

''Uh, no. Just here, let's have a chat. After all we haven't chatted after from daeng yesterday.'' Prevent Zahwa.

''Yes, Fiz. You no longer have a job, right?" Hanan Sahut. He allowed his seat.

''Oh, no, but don't kayak just now. Fear ngiri cave.'' Hafiz.

Then there was laughter from them. Hanan asked her. Hafiz told me about his small business.

He rented a place in the middle of the city for his cafe.In one year about 5 million rent costs. After a very tough offer.

After getting the place he and his friends juggle it into a cafe young people today. With WiFi facilities and a partial bench, walls with abstract carvings.

For the matter of the menu, in addition to the cakes he made himself there is also a heavy meal. Like chicken, fried rice, fried noodles and eat other types that are again hits - nge-hitsnya. And with different levels. Drinks are all in the form of juice, besides healthy. But hafiz himself wants to invite visitors to get used to drinking juice.

''And the visitors?'' ask Hanan.

''But who, pity that he should close his cafe because Aunt Ami is sick.'' Zahwa to Hanan. I wish her husband could help her cousin's business.

''Oh so you assume that what is my son going through because of me?'' Aunt Ami's.

Zahwa and Hanan are shocked to see Aunt Ami among them. He was in a wheelchair with Wardah's help behind him.

''Oh, Auntie? Where's aunt going?'' Ask Hanan.

He immediately woke up from his seat and immediately bowed to his aunt.

''When did you come? why don't I know?" Ask Aunt Ami.

''Just now.'' Answer Hanan. He's been here for almost an hour and a half. Because he talked to Hafiz and Zahwa, he forgot to visit his aunt first.

Aunt Ami saw Zahwa. He didn't know he was still in this house. And he comfortably talked with the son and nephew. As if it were close

''I thought you were gone.'' Aunt Ami told Zahwa.

''Ah ''Ah. Sorry bi. I'm waiting here, maybe Auntie will need my help later.'' Zahwa. His heart was calm and comfortable. Suddenly it was like a rollercoaster ride. Up and down and full of tension. Afraid, if he misspoke again.

''I don't need help from strangers. Wardah's had enough here. There are also children and nephews.'' Aunt Ami said fiercely. He showed his dislike of Zahwa blatantly.

Zahwa was silent. Actually his heart began to harden, the quail of tears in his eyes began to pool at the end of his eyes. But he tried to survive.

Hanan could not bear to see all of that and immediately stood up.

''Oh yes aunty. He came here of my will to take care of Auntie. So for some time, he'll be here often. So please, don't upset her.'' Hanan.

''You don't have to pay anyone to take care of me. There's Wardah! He's without a fee taking care of me. He is patient and patient.'' Said Aunt Ami.

Those words were like arrows directly stamped on Zahwa's body. She seemed to be estranged from her husband's family.

''But aunt, I am your nephew, right? and I should have taken care of you too. But because of work, I can't do that. That's why, I asked Zahwa to replace me . She will also do it sincerely, so try to accept her aunt." Terang Hanan's. He did not accept the words of his aunt. But how else, aunt was not wrong in this matter. He did not know that Zahwa was his wife.

Tension was between them. Aunt Ami no longer answered Hanan's words. He just told Wardah to take him to the side of the house. He also wanted Hanan to come with them.

''Honey, just a second, yeah." Hanan's permission flowed a moment before he went to follow where his aunt had gone.

Zahwa replied with a smile and a slow nod. And then he sat back down and took his body.

''I'm sorry, I was rude to you." Hafiz.

''Ahhh! It's okay, I get it. Maybe it was her maternal instinct. She doesn't want her kids hanging out with the wrong people. Besides, your mother doesn't know that I'm Mas Hanan's wife.'' Zahwa. He said that, completely to calm his heart as well.

''Will I get the juice again? Maybe you have a request to drink what juice? I'll make it." Ask Hafiz.

He shifted the atmosphere so that Zahwa would not strain anymore. And make it comfortable to be here.

''No thank you, but if you force me to juice Jambu.'' Zahwa.

Heh. At least he doesn't feel alone in this house. There was a brother that he could talk to and was quite pleasant.