Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Love And Trust

"You okay?" suddenly HansH appeared in front of me and shocked me and quickly wiped away the tears.

I'm shaking. "I'm okay" I said.

"Really?" HansH held onto my shoulder and stared fixedly at my eyes. "Then why are you crying? Because Sheveni? I saw him here. What's he talking about?"

I took a deep breath and came back. "Not to talk about it, huh?" Scratch HansH's hand and cupped it to the cheek. "I'm fine, okay? Don't worry."

HansH nodded.

"So why are you here? There are still a lot of guests, right?"

"I want to accompany you. I'm worried that you're alone."

"Jeez." I smile. I lowered his hand from my cheek and instead I clasped the two hands tightly. "Really, My HansH. You don't have to worry. I am not a weak wife. I can handle every situation."

HansH nodded back. "I knew. But--"

The cup!

She needs a kiss, then a deep kiss. "Go away. Meet the guests. The existence of Brother Sanjeev does not mean you are eliminated and must get out of the way. No. gabe. You still have your own existence, don't you? And I. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Everything is under control."

"And how you feeling?"

"I can handle it."

"You sure?"

"Do I prove it by taking you crazy now?"

Ughhhh! HansH nodded wide. "If you must...? Whynot? Comeon?"

"Basic maniac!" ledek. "There's Malika on the bed anyway. His bed was not yet assembled. So it's just tonight, yeah. Okay, Papa?"

"OKAY. Okay. Alright."

"So go. Meet the guests. It's good for you and good for business-"

Geck! Geck!

Sanjeev stood in front of the door. "Can I come in? I wanna talk to you? Four eyes?"

What he meant was me. "Yes" I said. "certain." But I kept asking HansH. "Can, right?"

Not replying with words, HansH simply nodded, then exited the pavilion we occupied. And Sanjeev stepped in.

"What's up, brother?"

"You okay?"

"Eh? Why does my sister ask that? Of course I'm good."

"You serious? I heard the rumor." Sanjeev turned his eyes towards Malika. "I'm worried about you...?"

Oh my....

I put a smile on him. "Did you see me not okay? Is there pain in my eyes? No, right? I'm happy, and I'm fine. Really."

"Then this baby...?"

"Not HansH's son."

"But-"

"I'm willing to take care of him, brother."

"But you heard the gossip-"

"Don't listen to that cheap gossip, brother. Please...."

"I believe in my husband. And I'm the one who knows everything."

But Brother Sanjeev is still looking at me suspiciously. "Aren't you covering up your true situation from me?"

"You know me well. Do I look like I'm keeping a load?"

She shook her head. "It seems that it's not."

"And that's the reality."

"But the gossip about HansH--"

"I believe him."

"But, Zia-"

"Sister...."

"I don't want a girl as good as you're hurt-"

"I'm happy."

"Zia, you don't understand. Our parents-"

"Sister don't be like Sheveni. Do not be proud and boast about the disgrace of the family. Would please? Trust me, I'm fine and I'm happy. Okay?"

Well, he finally nodded. "But if you're okay, remember, you have me, the brother who will always be there for you. Tell me whatever your problem is, okay?"

Oh, I'm happy to hear that. I couldn't stand it, and instead of being made up, my eyes glazed over by themselves. "I know," I said. "Surely." I extended my hand to hug her, and Brother Sanjeev returned my embrace. "thank you. I know I'll never lose my brother."

I felt those two sturdy arms tightly hugging my body and stroking my long hair, just like my old brother. "I love you, Zia. I always loved you."

Aaah. Happiness rises in the chest. "I've always loved you, too. You're the best brother."

And that hug ends with a smile. I wiped my tears and then stroked my head. "I'll go first. Tell me if there's anything."

Still with a happy smile, I nodded my head. "definitely. I promise."

Brother Sanjeev passed, alternating with HansH who was still waiting outside the pavilion, stealing our conversation.

"You're still here?"

HansH nodded. He came in and approached me.

"You eavesdropping?"

"Em, I think I have a right to that."

"Yes, but I hope you don't mind...?"

HansH nodded and smiled. Now he stands before me again and does the same: stroking my head with love. "I understand the love between you" he said. "And I'm not jealous at all. No more. I trust you completely. Like you trusted me without a doubt. I believe."

Oh, happy when it's like this. The happiness that multiplies. I gained Malika, the complete trust of my husband, and regained the figure of my sister, complete with love and affection that was not reduced at all. His love and affection are still intact for me.

"But this does not mean it is finished. At least it may take a few days for them to really accept the presence of Malika, and no longer discuss. Are you willing?"

I nodded back with a smile. "I'm willing. Inshallah. Because I trust you completely. I'm sure you're not lying to me about anything. Including the matter.I'm sorry, the imperfections. Again, sorry, I didn't mean to mention that."

"Yes, I believe you."

And HansH was right, the discussion was repeated at the dinner table. The interrogations were returned to HansH.

But I'm not affected by everything that's happened. Not one bit. Those skewed gossip, all sorts of introgations, suspicious gazes, and everything. I don't give a shit. Because I believe in HansH so much. Although without medical evidence of HansH's medical history, and even without medical reports - laboratory examination of DNA testing between HansH and Malika. I don't need any of that.

I believe my heart, HansH is the best lover....