The Destiny of Love You Choose
Chapters 198. The Door of the Heart.
Hana bowed her head with her hands clutched together, she felt very guilty for doing something like this.
"Pardon me. Me, I don't mean to eavesdrop," Hana said stuttering and fearfully.
Via smiled as he closed the Koran he was holding and placed it where it was available. He then moved from that place to approach Hana.
"Why are you standing here, Hana?" asked Via gently, he then told Zayyan to come in and join his brother and papa.
Hana looked at Via timidly. "I, I feel very touched when I hear the voice of aunty. Until I unconsciously approached this place and saw it. I'm sorry." He returned to lower his fist.
Via smiled again because he was happy to hear Hana's answer. "It's okay, Hana. There's nothing wrong with that. Do you want to hear it up close?"
Hana gasped in shock at Via's words. Is it true that he can hear them teach up close while his religion and they are not the same?
"But you can only hear it because the aunt's religion forbids non-Muslims from touching the Koran" continued Via.
Hana nodded her head. "That's okay, Auntie. I'll just hear it from here, Auntie can continue it again." He smiled happily.
Via then told Hana to wait for a while because she wanted to pick up something in the room, while Vano and the others just quietly listened. They were happy with what happened to Hana, especially Zafran. The man even smiled when he heard Hana being touched hearing their voice.
Not long after, Via returned with something in his hand, a long black pasmina and put it on Hana's head.
Hana's chest again churned with her heart racing as the pasmina was in her head. His entire body trembled until it felt like something was flowing in his heart.
"It's okay to cover your head like this?" ask Via. He just put down the pasmina without a needle, at least able to cover Hana's head.
Hana nodded her head. Then Via invites Hana to enter the room and join with the others. After Zayyan finished praying, they read the surah yasin again until it was finished.
Both of Hana's hands clenched firmly restraining the turmoil that was within her chest. However, slowly the turmoil disappeared and changed with a sense of calm and peace that felt flowing in his heart.
Unknowingly tears dripped down Hana's face. Each of the holy verses of the Qur'an seemed to tear his heart apart, as if there was a deep sadness.
When finished, Via deliberately read the meaning of the Quran so that Hannah understood it. So too with her husband and children.
"God has outlined destiny for all of his people, but we still have to fight and improve. No one can change anything other than oneself, anyone who works hard and is patient, then God will give a great reward," say Via after they finish reading the meaning of what they read.
Everyone looked solemnly listening to what Via said, as well as Hana who seemed to focus on listening to everything with tears that continued to divide the face.
Hana quickly wiped her tears when she realized that everything was done, while the others just kept quiet while occasionally watching her.
They all changed their clothes and rushed to the dining table where all the food was served. Tonight their dinner is a little late due to Hana's arrival in the prayer room.
"You're not eating, Zay?" vano asked as he stuffed mouth after mouthful into his mouth.
Zayyan shook his head. "I'm still full, was invited to eat with his friend's brother in the restaurant." He answered honestly while eating the apples that had been washed.
Zafran who heard the brother's words immediately stopped his eating activities. "My friend?"
Zayyan nodded. "Yes, I met Zea." He told me what happened this afternoon with the woman.
Zafran was silent to Zayyan's story. It was unexpected that Zea would greet her sister kindly like that, but the woman had indeed met Zayyan, and Zea was also indeed a friendly woman. But why is he uncomfortable?
"I think he likes you too" said Zayyan after he finished telling me everything.
"Don't talk recklessly, we're just friends" Zafran argued.
Clenting.
Everyone gasped in shock as Hana accidentally dropped the spoon in her hand, making the sound of the spoon bumping with the floor echoing in the place.
Everyone who had originally looked towards Hana now continued eating them, except Zayyan who was looking at the woman with a suspicious look. Could it be that Hana likes her sister, so much so that she is surprised and drops the spoon when she says that Zea likes her sister?
"Hehe, is that true?" zayyan muttered with a smile.
Zafran who was sitting beside Zayyan immediately put the apple piece into Zayyan's mouth who was smiling to himself, making his sister immediately choke.
"Will you kill me?" zayyan screeched while coughing.
Via quickly gave a glass of water to Zayyan who immediately drank until it was gone. "Don't mess around like that, Zaf. Danger." Reprovedly.
Zafran flicked his lips while patting Zayyan on the back to stop his brother's cough. "That's why don't you talk!" Threaten him sharply.
"Sad. I'm just talking about it" Zayyan said.
Vano sighed harshly looking at the mannerisms of his two sons. They are both adults, but still act like children.
After they finished eating, they gathered in the living room. Routines that they always do to stay close to all families, even if only just stories for an hour.
"Sister, I have a painting assignment" said Zayyan who just remembered if there is a task and must be collected tomorrow.
"It's none of my business" Zafran said indifferently making Zayyan pout her lips.
Without caring about his brother's words, Zayyan still went to the room to pick up his painting equipment because he was absolutely zero when it came to drawing pictures, but not with his brother who was good at drawing. His brother is smart in everything.
"I was told to paint a scene to enliven the festival next week, because the school invited officials," said Zayyan has re-joined everyone.
Zafran clucked annoyed at the sister's words. "Why not tomorrow anyway?" He felt tired and tired too.
"Tomorrow is gathered, hehe," said Zayyan with a cry.
"Basic crazy. What do you think painting is easy" Zafran choked, getting annoyed while hitting his sister on the head.
"I'm sorry, I forgot" said Zayyan, rubbing his hot, throbbing head.
Zafran was really very upset. It seemed like tonight she had to stay up late to prepare for her brash sister's errands, and she couldn't paint just carelessly.
"Sorry, if you don't mind, can I do the painting?" hana said slowly. "My painting is not good, but I can try." Welcome back.
"Can't you paint?" zayyan asked and answered with a nod of Hana's head. "All right, but good one, brother. So-a-aw!" He again screamed in pain as his mother pinched his arm.
"Basic does not know thank you. It's been good to make, but instead of talking like that," said Via sharply.
Zayyan returned with a whimper as he sucked his arm. "Yes-yes. Then thank you, brother." He then gave his painting tools to Hana.
Hana nodded her head with sparkling eyes. It's been a long time since he married Dion because he didn't have time to rest, hopefully his hands are not stiff and can work on it.
"Hopefully the results are good so that Zayyan is not disappointed."
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Tbc.