I Desire the Love of My Husband
All Done

Bian saw Zahra entering the room, he smiled and got up from his seat, Bian approached Zahra who was standing at the door there.

"What's wrong?" ask Zahra stiffly.

"Why, what does it have to be so I can get close to you?"

Zahra was silent, she turned and walked past Bian.

Bian shook his head, still dodging, but now Bian has returned neat, he is no longer dull as before.

"Zahra, did you hear from Oma?"

Zahra turned his head, since Ingrid left, there was no news from him, no matter what they did there.

"Why Oma?" ask Zahra.

"You're asking me, that's so funny."

Zahra frowned, turning around as Bian walked over to her.

"I haven't met Oma, and neither have I, hold the cell phone, from where I got the Oma's news."

Zahra did not answer, he acted busy tidying his clothes in his closet.

Zahra pulled out a row of her pile of clothes, so she accidentally dropped the map stored underneath.

Both of them looked at the map together, Zahra immediately saved back her clothes, but Bian first took the map.

"What's this?" bian asked open it.

"Give it back to me."

Bian moved away, avoiding Zahra who was about to seize the map.

Bian opened it and read it for a moment, his smile slightly visible, Bian took the sheet of paper.

"You've still kept this well."

"That's important to me."

Bian nodded, he also opened his closet drawer, taking out the same paper he had.

It was a written agreement they made before marriage, a one-year marriage agreement as Bian wanted.

"This paper is more important than our marriage?" ask Bian.

"Of course, marriage charade means nothing, give it back."

Bian again dodged, he put the two papers together and smiled at him, I don't know what he meant but Zahra wanted the paper back.

"Give it back, didn't you hear?"

"Of course I heard, but I don't want to give it to you, we don't need this anymore."

"Don't say much, give it back quickly."

Zahra took it forcibly, he pulled the paper to the left, but Bian deliberately pulled it in the opposite direction, until what happened was that the paper was separated into two parts.

Zahra silently stared at the piece of paper in her hand, her heart suddenly rumbling, her emotions instantly rising without being held back.

"You're still acting arbitrarily, even when I haven't forgiven you."

Bian looked at Zahra without any gaps, of course he could see Zahra's current anger.

Without saying anything, Bian again snatched the paper in Zahra's hand, he tore it to its smallest piece.

"It's not the case anymore, I did hate you from the beginning, but you loved me so much from the beginning, and now you're hating me back when I started loving you, it won't be there anymore, I'll try to bring back that feeling of affection for you again now."

Zahra clenched her hands together, she remained silent, Zahra was so difficult to control herself now, and it was very difficult for her to understand herself.

Bian pulled and hugged just like that, he tightened his embrace as Zahra began to rebel.

"Just do what you want, since long ago you just keep quiet with all my treatment, now I will do the same as what you did, he said, don't think again when you want to act against me."

Zahra pushed him with all her might, heartlessly slapping the man before her.

Bian slightly smiled, he was silent without any intention to fight him at all.

"You've ripped it off, you've ruined everything, it's all done, there's nothing else that can hold me here."

"That's not true."

"If you don't want to take care of our farewell, let me finish it all."

"It can't be that way."

"Stop talking, I'll just do what I want to do, and don't you allow that, so don't argue with me this time."

Zahra moved, she lowered her large suitcase and opened it, without regard to the neatness of her clothes, Zahra moved all.

"Ayra, you can't just leave."

"There's no more right for you to ban me."

"Of course it's entitled, our marriage is true, it's recognized."

Zahra turned his head, he looked back at Bian, what he could believe from all Bian's words, if until now Zahra still considered him a charade.

But even so, a handful of beliefs that have existed since long ago, still survive perfectly, Zahra is increasingly depressed because of herself.

"Don't do this, I've only been home for a few days, why do you have to go, shut up and calm yourself down, I'm asking us to talk good."

"There is no good to speak of with you, do you feel yourself good, so that you are sure that you can create good in every situation?"

"Yes, I'm not a good person, I told you I'd try to change everything, I'm just asking for that chance from you, don't keep arguing like this."

Zahra dodged as Bian was about to grab her hand, he closed his eyes for a moment, why his head always hurt when Zahra was upset.

Bian kept trying to get close to him, he was so careful, somehow he could understand Zahra.

"Come here, it doesn't need to be like this, I'm not smart to understand women, don't you know that."

"No one asks you to understand, you better shut up and let me go."

"That's never gonna happen."

Zahra pulled out her suitcase and passed it by, there would be no end to talking to the man.

Nothing had changed, Bian was still thinking about his own desires.

"Zahra."

There was no answer, Bian smacked his hand without a pedestal, and then walked quickly to stop him.

"Take this off."

Bian snatched his suitcase violently, he kicked it irritated.

"Stop happening as you please" cried Zahra.

"What, you want to slap me again, what do you want, you want to hit me, you want me, do it, but you never try to get away from me."

Zahra pressed her head, she squatted, her cries came just like that, Bian was really driving her crazy.

Bian turned around while rubbing his face, how could he keep control of himself at the moment.

"Aaaaa" cried Zahra

It was heard repeatedly, Bian also squatted and hugged her, no matter how Zahra revolted from her embrace.

"Let go, don't you dare touch me again, loose."

Zahra was still yelling, Bian did not understand that, but Bian did not even touch her.

"Non Ayra," called Nur while knocking on the door.

Bian glanced at the door, Nur must be thinking badly right now, what Bian should care about.

"Non, what's wrong?"

"There's nothing, let us finish this, go," Bian said as calmly as possible.

"Son, don't go, get me out of here" Zahra shouted.

Bian immediately silenced her, what he had done to make Zahra like that.

"Non Ayra is not okay, do not do coercion for anything," said Nur.

Zahra bit Bian's hand forcefully, the man grimaced without being able to hold on to his embrace again.

"Non Ayra," call Nur.

Zahra pushed Bian, he got up and went straight out.

"Nl ...."

Nur's sentence was not finished, Zahra just hit him and left.

"Non Ayra."

"Where is he?"

Nur glanced, he did not answer and chose to pursue Zahra alone, Nur did not have time to convey the message of Ingrid to Bian about Zahra.

Bian also followed, there was nothing he could understand from the current state.