I Desire the Love of My Husband
Tell God

Zahra's legs continued to swing relentlessly, as far as Zahra walked, he did not stop even for just one second.

Zahra felt so much pressure within her at the moment, but it was incomprehensible to her alone.

Zahra realized she always felt chaotic suddenly, her control often disappeared unexpectedly, and it was a strong pressure for her.

"I'm tired" he said barely.

Zahra entered a wide vision there, he spread his gaze, looking for what was his purpose.

Until he reached the two side-by-side tombs, Zahra sat in the middle of it, his legs immediately limp when his eyes saw the two nisa.

"I need you" said Zahra softly.

Both hands clenched firmly grasping the ground from the two tombs, Zahra lowered her head, she just cried.

Zahra felt guilty for never coming to the place, Zahra could not accept the departure of his parents.

"I need you guys, can't you guys understand this, I can't be like this, please."

Zahra's cry became more and more, she could not help it at all, did anyone understand her feelings at this moment.

Zahra just wants the hug of her parents, she wants power from her parents, anything can help her to get it.

"I can't live like this, I can't, have Mama and Papa met God, please tell him that I can't be like this, tell him I need you back."

His words stammered, Zahra could not control her emotions, why is it always like that.

As if Zahra does not recognize himself now, everything is always out of his control, Zahra feels alien to herself.

"Didn't I have been strong all this time, I've been very enduring all this time, but when, please ask God until I will be like this."

Zahra seemed to embrace the grave of the mother, she rubbed her head full of wounds in her heart.

The woman never let Zahra cry, she was always angry when a single tear drenched her cheek.

"Mama, Ayra is not as strong as Mama thought, Ayra is not as great as Mama is proud of, why did Mama let Ayra like this?"

Zahra's eyes closed, all the sweet memories with her Mom were dancing beautifully in her mind.

No one could replace him, even though Ingrid loved him so much, but Zahra could not feel the affection of her mother.

"Mama should be sitting next to Ayra now, let Ayra lie on Mama's lap and let Ayra sleep because of Mama's hand caress, can't Ayra feel that anymore?"

Zahra rubbed her headstone slowly, not the figure she saw now, but only the letters that stringed her name.

Zahra sat down again, she covered her face for a moment, if her mother could not hear, her father might hear.

Zahra turned around, he rubbed the mound of earth, the ground that had perfectly removed his papa body.

"Papa should have pity on me, Papa shouldn't have left me like this, do you know how hard my life is now."

It was very desirable for Zahra to dig the grave, making sure that the body of his father was still in there.

Zahra wanted to hold her, she needed her first love, a love that could never be replaced by another.

Even though Zahra already has Bian, it is not necessarily able to give him the same love as his papa.

"I'm tired of having to be this kind of person, I'm not strong, I can't fight everything, I don't want to keep going like this, how do I run away from this life, please say."

Zahra had more and more difficulty saying her sentence, her crying was so describing her heart wound.

No more warm hugs to her cries, Zahra had completely lost everything, until this moment only deserted her.

"Zahra wants to come with Papa, how does Zahra talk to God if Zahra is tired of this life time, this is too long for Zahra."

"It's not appropriate for you to talk like that."

Zahra was instantly silent, she held back her sobbing when she heard a voice behind her.

Zahra glanced at the hand that had the jacket on her shoulder, no, it was not Bian's voice.

"Maybe the deceased person is sorry too, and he wants to live again with us, but the opportunity is no longer there, you should know this life means something to us who are still alive, he said, don't complain what's more desperate like this."

Zahra rubbed her tears slowly, trying to remember whose voice she heard.

But none of it remembered, who the owner of the voice was, Zahra really could not recognize it.

"God still gives you time, it means God believes you are capable, so don't waste the trust God has given you, because regret never comes at the beginning of your life."

Zahra slightly turned her head, she could not just look at the legs of the person behind her, what was possible if it was a ghost.

How could the ghost give him such a jacket, his voice was real in Zahra's ears.

"Until when will it be here, you know it's possible that those who are there are hurt to see you like this, you've made his new life feel bad."

Zahra looked down, she closed her eyes strong, her head suddenly hurt.

Is it true that Zahra has a serious illness, so his head often experiences such disorders.

"Wake up and get back to your proper life, stop regretting everything, and start thinking about beating the wounds."

Zahra opened her eyes, her eyes blurry, she blinked repeatedly, her hands resting on the ground she was on.

Well, Zahra thinks the voice is an angel who will invite her away from the world today, Zahra is ready with it.

"Let's get up, it's gonna rain soon, the sky's already so dark right now."

Zahra shook her head, she closed her eyes again firmly, her body suddenly suffocating as if all her energy had disappeared.

"Let me help you stand, rest your mind well and properly."

He grabbed both of Zahra's upper arms, slowly pulled her up, there was no rejection because Zahra was following him as well.

"Where's your house, let me drive you home."

Zahra pressed her forehead, things out of her control were happening again, Zahra was messed up with everything.

"You're fine."

Slowly Zahra raised her head, with a blurred vision Zahra tried to recognize the figure in front of her.

But alas, his consciousness first disappeared, all dark until the body drooped helplessly in the person in front of him.

"What's this, hey what's wrong with you?"

He patted Zahra's cheeks in turn, but did not produce anything, until it suddenly rained heavily.

Without thinking much, he took Zahra and took her away from the funeral.