I Also Want to Be Happy (Double-line Warrior)
I'm Not a Stupid Woman.

qzahra knocked on the door of the room where the door of the room was the CEO of the company, clearly visible from the board listed above the door.

"Come in" came a voice from within and Zahra was well acquainted with Arga's voice.

"Excuse me, Sir. Here I bring the suit, sorry if I'm a little late" Zahra said.

"No, you're on time. Thank you for bringing him on time" said Arga immediately wearing the suit.

"Your work is very nice and comfortable to wear. I like it, next time I'll order a suit back to you and make sure to make the same as I ordered. Here's the check, I'll pay more according to my promise."

Zahra then took the check without the slightest expression, then walked back out of the room.

"What's wrong with her? Why does he look so strange," Arga's mutter stared at Zahra's back who was walking out of the room.

"Is he okay." Arga was worried and walked out following Zahra. However, just a few steps Zahra left his room, he saw Zahra sitting on the floor and forgot all the pain. He sobbed, wept bitterly, and all this was heard by Arga.

The cry of sadness of a woman yes who was slumped it could be felt by Arga. He waited until Zahra calmed down and approached her.

Arga crouched down and gave her handkerchief. Zahra was surprised and looked towards Arga.

"Wipe your tears" he said again thrusting his handkerchief. Zahra hesitantly took the handkerchief and wiped her tears. It's still as hot as it is. However, he tried to hold back.

"You want to go home?" asked Arga making Zahra nod.

Arga could see the pain felt by the woman before him. However, for now he did not want to ask anything. He also had no right to know the problem of the woman who looked so fragile.

Arga takes Zahra to his car. Ask his personal driver to take him where Zahra asked him to go.

Along the way Zahra kept crying, making the driver give her a tissue box.

Shortly after the driver returned to give Zahra mineral water, he took it while continuing to spill his regret. Zahra could only cry out, she felt that she was a foolish woman who continued to believe in her husband's love, and kept trying to make her happy and maintain her household.

"Why am I the only one trying to do all this, sir. Is it wrong that I cannot have children? Why can't they believe that I can give them offspring? Zahra wiped her tears back. Not a child is also a titan, a fortune given to us. whether I am guilty if I have not been entrusted a bati and why should I be sentenced not to get pregnant again! I also want to be a mother, I want to carry my baby." Zahra continued to roar in a slow-moving car. The driver deliberately drove his car slowly so that when they arrived Zahra was calmer.

"Sir, is it a sin if I too want to be happy?"

"Of course not, ma'am." replied the driver.

"Then why did my husband make my flaws an excuse to betray me, having a small chance of getting pregnant doesn't mean no, sir? I still have a womb won't that chance remain? Why look for fun out there if I can give it. Why they all hate me for something outside my control. I don't want to be like this either, sir. I want to be happy too." Zahra continued to spill her pain until her voice was raucous.

"Mom, if the family of the mother's husband and the mother's own husband can not give happiness to Mother, why do not Mother seek and create her own happiness? Mom is young, still beautiful and I see this mom is a hard worker" said the driver looking at Zahra from behind his rear-view mirror. "Create happiness for yourself" said the driver, causing Zahra to look back at the driver who was the same age as her late father.

"Father was right, all this time I always fought alone to maintain the integrity of my household, enduring the pain and humiliation of them in the hope that we could return happy, the hope that I could give them happiness. But no one appreciates me. You're right, if I want to be happy I have to create my own happiness, for what I wish happiness on something uncertain."

"Thank you, sir. Now I don't want to be a stupid woman anymore. I want to be happy, I can make myself happy, I don't need them" Zahra said. He does not want to look more stupid by crying over what should not be handled, do not have to defend what should not be maintained.