The Heart that is Hurt
Episode 177's

Zain felt his body crumble like a crumble. He was being sorted by Abdullah, every muscle that felt tense, now began to limp because it had gained the muscles that felt stiff.

Abdullah continued to massage Zain's body with the help of green coconut oil and several other herbs.

Khumairah who was cooking heard the man's moaning behind the room.

The innocent innocent girl was always nervous when faced with the young man. He continued cooking, while neutralizing his rumbling heartbeat.

Shortly after Abdullah came out from behind the room, then looked to Khumairah "Give our guests drink ginger sugar palm hot, so that He quickly recovered" said Abdullah, who was answered with a nod of the head.

Abdullah went to the garden after receiving an answer from his daughter.

Khumairah rose from his hearth. He mixes the drink his father asked for into several portions, because his father also likes the drink.

Khumiran had finished concocting it, and now cooking it on the fireplace using firewood.

Clear spinach and also fried cork chili fish already served, he is now making a drink ordered by his father.

After boiling for a long time, Khumairah lifted it and put it in a teapot made of zinc.

Khumairah presents everything on a simple dining table made of boards and dining chairs that are so simple.

The floor of the house is still made of soil, without cement or tiles, a very simple life.

Abdullah came home from the garden and saw that all the dishes were on the table. Although life in the wilderness, but they always eat good every day, because whatever they want to malan already available in the night.

"Call Zain out to eat together" Abdullah said in a commanding tone.

Khumairah nodded her head obediently, then went into the room and met Zain who still seemed to be lying in the old bed.

"Emmm... Mas, Dad asked Mas to come out to eat together" Khumairah said as she lowered her head, She was unable to look into the young man's eyes.

"Yes." answered Zain briefly. He got out of bed, then grabbed his stick to be used as a support for his left foot.

Khumairah looked at the young man with pity, and he went out ahead of Zain and sat down at the table waiting for the young man to come out of his room.

Zain seemed to be limping and headed towards the dining table with difficulty. After reaching the dining chair, he and the three of them faced each other.

"Let's start the lunch" Abdullah said, then scooped the rice into the dish and took the side dish.

Zain felt hesitant to take his lunch. Seeing this, Khumairah took the plate nearby and spooned the rice and side dishes into the plate, then gave it to Zain.

"Eat.. In order for the health of Mas to recover immediately" said Khumairah with very soft and sound so sweet in his ears.

Zain who had never received any attention and from anyone felt how happy his life.

Zain looked at the beautiful girl carefully "Thank you" he said softly as he grabbed the plate and placed it in front of him.

He caught a glimpse of the girl's sweet smile that made her look more charming with her shuffled teeth on the top right.

Zain prepared his lunch slowly. On his left side, Khumairah's father was almost finished with his lunch. It seemed that the middle-aged man would soon rest and wait for the Dzuhur prayer.

Now only Zain and Khumairah remained who still did not finish their lunch.

The two fell silent in silence while enjoying their lunch.

Occasionally Zain glanced at the girl who seemed to enjoy her lunch very well and also not impressed to maintain the image like most other city girls who if invited to eat seemed to pretend not hungry.

Zain could see that Khumairah was a very innocent, innocent and kind girl. So He knew that Khumairah was one of the girls who were rarely found in big city life.

Khumairah has finished eating, and Zain hastened his lunch. Khumairah offers a ginger drink to Zain "Drink.May you get well soon" said Khumairah with a clean, clean word, then thrust a glass containing red ginger juice and palm sugar that still looks warm.

"If my recovery is delayed, is it possible?" zain asked broke the silence.

Khumairah was astonished to hear Zain's words that seemed strange.

"When many sick people pray and hope to get well soon, but why do you ask for healing, why do you ask to be postponed?" tanya Khumairah was curious.

"Because I still want to linger here, if I get well soon, maybe your father will ask me to leave this house immediately" Zain said, then grabbed a glass and poured water and took a sip.

Khumairah was again confused by the speech of the young man before him.

"Why indeed?" tanya Khumairah is getting more curious.

"I want to see this beautiful girl in the house cooking and serving me.. Because I've never seen or gotten anything like this" Zain said honestly.

At once Khumairah's face reddened withstanding the shame. Then he got up from his seat and wanted to immediately clean the dirty containers for the rest of their meals.

When the girl wanted to reach for Zain's leftover dirty plate, their fingers touched, the two stared at each other and a rumbling hissing ran through Khumairah's bloodstream.

He immediately pulled his fingers and grabbed the dirty dishes, then went to the stream to wash the dishes which were only 5 meters from the back of his house.

The rumbling inside the chest of the girl kept roaring. He sometimes smiled to himself holding his smile that was engraved beautifully on his lips.

Zain was bored in the old house. He walked with his cane out the door.

He was surprised by the sight that was so soothing. The expanse of rice fields with rice that is ready to be harvested, various vegetable crops and also fruits appear neatly planted in the garden.

Zain felt the peace and comfort of being in this place.

For a moment he saw a beautiful girl bathing in a river that was only 5 meters from her front.

What a marvelous sight.

The sense of peace that was implied in his heart made him not want to leave this forest.

Zain looked at a hut in the middle of the garden. He saw Mr. Abdullah performing Dzuhur prayer there.

Zain intended to approach the middle-aged man who had taken care of and housed him in the old house.

Zain walked limply up to the hut. He wanted to get there immediately, and if the middle-aged man allowed him to stay here forever, then he would be very happy.