I Desire the Love of My Husband
That Doesn't Mean

Kania hugged her son for a while, Bian had already been summoned to return into the cell.

"Mama will bring Zahra here as soon as possible, don't worry, Mama will try to do it."

Bian was silent, he did not want to hope for anything, even against Zahra his expectations were so great.

"For health, do not think too much, Mama will not be silent, will definitely help you."

"Until when you're going to be like that, don't give him too much hope, or he'll be disappointed later" said Ingrid.

Kania turned his head for a moment, Ingrid's attitude and speech was enough to make Kania sad and disappointed.

Why was the old woman more on the side of strangers than her own granddaughter, didn't Bian already apologize for everything.

"Let's go home, does Mami have to call the police now?"

"Go home" said Bian slowly.

Kania nodded, although in truth he was still reluctant to leave Bian at this time.

Kanias smiled as she rubbed Bian's cheek, Kania would try to prove her point about Zahra the next day.

"Go away" said Bian.

The man turned around and left them first, Kania had lowered her head, if only today Kania could take Bian home with her, surely Kemal would be happy.

"Kania," call Inggrid.

"Yes." Yeah."

Kania turns around and immediately pushes her wheelchair, they will return to the hospital, and that means Kania can meet with Zahra again.

Hopefully Inggrid will take a break, so Kania can be free and calm to talk to Zahra later.

"That's it, why are you guys?" ask Dion.

The man tried to stop the Sintia and Zahra debate, it was very incomprehensible to think of the two men.

"Can't you be any more calm?"

"I'm like this because I care about him?"

"You care not for me, but for Bian, you are the same as those who want Bian to be free.'

"That's right, isn't it that with Bian being free, you can be calmer, you won't be depressed anymore by your guilt."

"Shut up."

The two pairs of eyes were looking at each other, Zahra had been fed up since discussing Bian and Bian again.

Had Zahra just kicked them out, after all who told them of his whereabouts.

"Ayra, I don't know the full extent of your problems, but at least, I know that this is not the best option."

"Sintia, come on" said Dion.

"Son, I'll keep talking while Zahra can't admit that my words are true."

"You'd better just go."

"Such as your answer?" ask Sintia.

"I don't intend to answer any questions about Bian, so you better keep quiet."

Sintia smiled briefly, what is true like that, why does Sintia feel funny with the woman in front of her.

It was not clear if he could not pretend for anything, what a hard time accepting Sintia's current concern.

"Go" said Zahra.

"I won't wait for you to release Bian, but I'll force you to meet Bian."

"I told you, I don't care, are you deaf?"

Sintia frowned, Zahra so nyolot like that, what is true here is Sintia who does not understand anything.

Everything he said was about Bian, but the purpose of his concern was for Zahra, what was too difficult to understand.

"Come home, you're wasting your time, have you forgotten we're in the hospital now?" said Dion.

"Because we shouldn't force anything here, we did intend to meet Zahra but not to argue like this."

"He alone cannot open his heart and mind, so it is too difficult for him to take advice from me."

Zahra shook her head, how noisy the woman was, was she not ashamed to constantly interfere in the affairs of Zahra and Bian.

Not even the Bian family could manage it, what else was only a Sintia, it would not be possible.

"Let's go home" said Dion.

"That's more true" said Zahra.

"Alright, I'll leave now, but you have to remember, if you get any worse, I'll come back to see you."

Zahra nodded originally, whatever Zahra obviously wants now they leave.

It hurts so much that his ears and head have to keep hearing the crackling of Sintia, because it will be of no use at all.

"Zahra, we go, get well soon" said Dion.

"Thank you."

Dion nodded and took Sintia out, in vain when Dion met Zahra, he could not say anything at all.

All exhausted by Sintia, next time it is better Dion came alone without Sintia or anyone else.

Damar shook his head at the doctor in front of him, his conversation with the doctor had irritated him.

Very irresponsible for letting his patients go, what Damar thinks is true, there is a mistake from the return of his stepmother.

"I want him brought back here."

"If there's no family approval, we can't do it."

"What do you mean, I'm his family."

"But her husband has guaranteed that everything will be fine."

Damar rubbed his face as he turned, had he wrongly chosen the hospital to care for his stepmother.

Why is it so easy they give their patients permission to leave, even when things are still bad.

"I still have work to do, when it's done, I'm sorry."

Damar turned his head, he said nothing, just stared at the doctor.

"Excuse me, sir."

Damar remained silent as he was left behind just like that, very annoying, any kind of thought.

Didn't they know that her stepmother's mental disorder had harmed others.

"Uncomprehensible."

Damar shook his head and looked around, just look if until there is another problem from the current decision, Damar will be very angry.

No matter if they took care of him, but if they were wrong, Damar would still oppose him.

"I'd better find some entertainment."

Damar nodded and passed, he would stretch his steps to meet Zahra, was that not his intention from the beginning to leave the house.

Maybe Damar will be able to get a little entertainment there, Damar also wants to see the doll, what Zahra is taking good care of.

"I have to bring you what that woman is, she'll be happy to bring something."

Damar smiled, really like that, would Zahra be pleased with his gift.

Ah looks like Damar is expecting another pleasure too, just maybe Zahra will be happy with his arrival this time around.

"That's a worse thought, wouldn't the state give tolerance to it."

Damar clucked, he looked around and entered one of the shops there.

There is no other purpose, other than to buy Zahra a hand, it is possible that what he thinks will be true.