I Desire the Love of My Husband
Not Ready to Die

"I can walk alone."

Zahra was silent, he let Bian down first, until this morning Bian was still upset with him even though he had repeatedly apologized.

Bian's wand did not stand as it should, so it almost made him plunge, Zahra's good fortune immediately held him back.

"You don't feel humiliated because you are helped, in this situation you really need help" said Zahra without daring to look at Bian.

Bian took in his breath and exhaled slowly, he glanced at Zahra's hand which was still holding his arm.

Without a care, Bian brushed him off, and continued his steps just like that, Zahra could only shake her head in Bian's manner.

"You're awake, let's have breakfast."

"Is Mama here?" ask Bian.

"What business is he here for, obviously not."

Bian nodded, he passed through Ingrid to get to the dining table.

Inggrid smiled at Zahra who was so neat, while he hugged his beloved woman.

"Are you sure you want to go there?"

"Help me to talk to Marvel, he'll be nagging me again if I'm late."

"All right, it's not a problem."

The two smiled, Zahra did intend to go to the office after lunch, or after her dealings with the foreign man were over.

Zahra will not be disturbed anything later, even though the matter of work even once, Zahra will return with the best results from her best wishes.

"Let's eat, don't you have to save time?"

"Of course, let's eat."

Zahra glanced at Bian, the man had already enjoyed his breakfast, good that Zahra did not have to bother offering it.

They eat quietly, although they look calm but their minds are still restless, Ingrid is worried about the fate of Zahra later.

"Ayra, we go together."

"No, I told you I'd go alone."

"Just let him go, stubborn," interrupted Bian.

Zahra did not turn her head, she only slightly nodded at Bian's words.

Let it go, hopefully Zahra will be fine and can see Bian again later.

"You should be more concerned with your wife, she's like that for standing up for you."

"I've ...."

"Be quiet, you better focus on eating, don't let the mood this morning break."

They kept quiet again, until when Bian would upset Inggrid, eager for Inggrid to flush him out at this time.

I don't know where his brain is, Ingrid did not think about the man, after all that happened Bian was still being tough.

"I'd better go now, I'll have to get to the office after this."

"Your meal is not over yet" said Bian.

"I'm full, I say goodbye, you finish eating."

"Let's see if there's anything soon" said Inggrid.

Zahra nodded, she then greeted the two, Bian no longer brushed off Zahra's hand, surely it was because there was Ingrid among them.

Never mind, Zahra does not want to think much now, better Zahra focus for one activity after another today.

As far as Zahra was concerned, they were still eating quietly, Inggrid could not stop noticing Bian, how irritated Inggrid was with the man.

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Zahra stepped slowly, she had reached her destination.

The house in his view is not too bad, it means they are not difficult people as Kemal said.

Zahra's feelings suddenly agitated, she was very worried about herself at this moment, what would happen to her Zahra never knew.

"Excuse me" said Zahra, knocking on the door.

Zahra circulated her gaze, the place was very quiet, what was possible because it was still early so that people around were still busy inside the house.

"Excuse me" Zahra said.

"Attent."

Zahra smiled as the door opened and looked at the man again, both of them silently struggling with their respective minds.

Zahra was ready with the meaning she might hear, and Zahra would not debate it at all.

"You really came."

"I will always keep my word."

"And you're alone."

"I'm sorry My husband, I forbid him to come, please understand his circumstances."

The man nodded indifferently, stupid with everything, which clearly now he felt a little touched by the arrival of the woman.

He then allowed Zahra to enter, allowed her to sit down as well, and nimbly brought her treats.

"Thank you, this is too much for sure."

Zahra nodded, watching around, if the man was alone, why did Zahra not see anyone else.

"Father lives alone?"

"I have a wife."

"Mom's still asleep?"

The man was silent with no certainty, Zahra held her breath for a moment, it felt very confused to speak at this moment.

What if Zahra directly offered him compensation, so that they could free Bian.

"So when are you going to let your husband be arrested?"

Zahra swallowed his saliva, of course it would never happen, Zahra would not let Bian be detained even if it was just one day.

"I don't want any more excuses, and now it's all done."

"Sir, I'm sorry, but I can't let my husband be detained, please give us a choice, I want my husband to stay free."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Of course not, but please give us another option, as long as I don't have my husband detained."

"What, you mean, you want to replace my son's life with money?"

Zahra again gulped her saliva with great difficulty, her panic was extremely unavoidable again.

The man had said it first, what that meant was that he would refuse, and Bian would remain in custody.

"I just ...."

"Give it back" screamed someone in there.

Zahra's sentence stopped immediately, he was shocked by the voice, the man also seemed to panic and immediately got up from his seat.

"What's the matter, whose voice is it?"

"Don't say much."

Zahra frowned, why was the man suddenly creepy, what was his mistake.

"Give him back, where he is, he's here, he's dead."

Zahra glanced at the direction of the voice, what could it be the wife of the man before her.

Zahra shook her head, she brushed off the bad possibility that suddenly flashed through her mind.

Brakk ....

The door that Zahra had been staring at had opened violently, instantly making Zahra's heart rumble violently.

"Mother" said the man.

"He's the one, he took my son's life, you're gonna have to die too."

Zahra got up and moved from her place, what was it, the woman carrying a knife in her hand, she walked by looking at Zahra.

"You must die, you are a murderer."

"Mom, be patient" said Zahra.

Zahra continued to reverse her steps, she also had time to glance at the man but he just kept quiet without stopping his wife.

"Don't think you'd be safe, you killed my son, you're so insolent."

The woman suddenly ran and swung her knife at Zahra, unfortunately Zahra's steps were stifled by the chair so that it made her fall.

"Aaaa," cried Zahra.

Zahra's screams rang out as the woman laughed, Zahra saw her arms quickly pressing down on her.

"Src."

Zahra closed her eyes, this was too bad, the knife hit her upper arm and made her bleed.

"You know what it's like, that's how my son feels" said the woman, who laughed again.

Zahra glanced at the man behind her, what she was doing, she just kept quiet without helping.

"Why are you still alive, isn't your blood wasted so much, why are you still alive?" frustrate screams.

"Mother just hurt my hand, how could I die."

The woman again laughed crisply, Zahra's sentence as the funniest joke to her ears.

"Maybe your head should be hurt."

Zahra shook her head, there was no chance for her to dodge as the woman again swung her knife.

Zahra's screams rang out again, for both times the knife managed to hurt him, this time stabbing right into Zahra's hand because his raised hand blocked his face.

"You must die," he snapped as he pulled his knife again.

"Don't" Zahra cried.

"Stop this."

Zahra who looked down at the pair of legs resting behind the woman, Zahra did not dare to look at her, it felt like all her energy had been exhausted by now.

"Why do you just let it go!"

Zahra closed her eyes, the clap so fiercely pierced her ears, it seemed that the man was angry at the man who had just been watching.