I Desire the Love of My Husband
Not a Choice

Zahra moved, she was piqued back into her consciousness, her eyes slowly opening even though it was not so clear looking at the surroundings.

"Are you awake?"

Zahra blinked, the pain in his head was still there, he turned his head and saw a female figure there.

His heart suddenly rumbled, Zahra again blinked to make sure his vision was not wrong.

"What do you feel?"

Zahra frowned, her eyes instantly hot, what was in front of Zahra at this moment, why did Zahra see her mother's face there.

"Drink first, you've been unconscious since yesterday."

Zahra swallowed his saliva, he did not ask to receive the glass that the woman gave, in Zahra's view the figure was so similar to his mother.

It's just that his eyes look different, if his mother used to have round eyes, then this looks more narrow, the eyes look cute and indeed different from the eyes of his mother first.

"You're fine, let's drink first."

"Mama's back?" zahra asked shuddered.

His tears just dripped, it made the woman before him feel astonished.

"Mama heard me, God let Mama come back to me."

"What do you mean, I'm not your Mama."

Zahra closed her lips, her tears so strong they came out of her eyes.

"Why don't you think about anything, let's drink."

Zahra brushed off the glass and hugged the woman tightly, she was really crying right now.

"What's wrong?" ask someone while entering.

The sound of the broken glass had caught his attention, he walked over and quietly looked at the two.

He looked confused to see his mother who was so tightly hugged by the woman, what happened why the glass was broken.

"Why don't you, not like this."

"Mama can't go anymore, I need Mama for my life."

The woman looked at her son, of course they did not understand that.

But there was no hesitation, he returned Zahra's embrace, rubbing her head and back, hoping that her cries would be over.

"She just woke up?"

"Yes, but suddenly it's like this."

"I can check first."

He nodded, slowly releasing Zahra's embrace and helping her to lie down.

"No problem, take it easy, you won't be treated badly, my son is a Doctor, he can confirm your current good and bad condition."

Zahra saw the man, the voice that Zahra heard at the funeral, so that was his face, and Zahra did not know him.

The man actually examined Zahra, according to a doctor, he did the examination as he should.

"Are you on medication?"

Zahra did not answer, perhaps it was true, because they all always associated Zahra with doctors and drugs.

"When have you been like this?"

Still no answer, Zahra chose to close her eyes, the question was not answered.

Zahra had no idea what had happened to her, but they had always treated Zahra like she was seriously ill.

"What's wrong with him?"

"It looks like he's depressed, I think it's bad enough, mentally he's not very good."

Zahra's ears certainly heard it very well, no one had said that to Zahra before.

"Then what now?"

"How else, let's get him to his family."

"No" said Zahra quickly.

He sat back and stared at the two, looking at Zahra as well.

"I don't want to go home, I don't have a house, I don't have anyone, I want to be here."

The two exchanged lyrics, how could it be like that, what would people say later if Zahra were there.

"Please, let me stay here, don't take me home."

"That's it, let Mama talk to her, you just come out."

The man nodded, he looked back at Zahra, until he finally left the room.

Zahra did not flinch at the woman as she sat back in front of her, yes, it was her mother's face, it was very similar.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Whose mother?"

"I'm Isma, and my son Frans, he said that he saw you at the funeral but you suddenly fainted, so Frans brought you here."

"Mom's not Mama?"

"Of course Mama, but Mama Frans is not your Mama."

Zahra lowered her head, that was not the answer she wanted, then where was her own mother, why not help Zahra at that time.

Isma smiled, he rubbed Zahra's shoulders gently, it would not be wrong what he had in mind at the moment.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine here, even if I'm not your Mama."

"No, Mom's face is so similar to Mama's, how can I believe this, I always wish Mama could come back, and now I see her again."

Isma smiled again, she nodded and grabbed both hands of Zahra, both eyes were back in tears.

"You know, someone once said that in this world there are 7 humans who can have the same appearance, and maybe I am one of them like your Mama, and maybe I am one of them, but you still have to accept all the truth."

"I don't want Mama to go."

"I was also born a woman, I call her Mama, she's gone now, and I've also seen similar faces with her but that's not necessarily what I can think of as the Mama I once had."

Zahra pulled her hand, she wiped her tears, trying not to cry too much.

"No problem, man always has excessive expectations, expectations that he will not even be able to reach, but behind it you must always maintain your sanity, lest that hope ruin your life."

Zahra was unmoved, she wanted her mother back, and now there was Isma before her, what it meant was that God gave another way to Zahra's hope.

"Who is your name, and where do you live?"

"Zahra, I'm not at my husband's house."

"Suami, are you married?"

Zahra nodded with certainty, isn't that really what it is, Zahra can't cover it even if Zahra doesn't want it.

Isma also nodded, she could not guess what problems Zahra experienced, but what Frans said was enough to attract his attention to Zahra.

"I want to be here, please let me be here, I promise I won't cause any trouble in this house."

"Nobody forbids, but you must remember who you are, you are married, you have a Husband and of course you have a noble duty over your household, over your Husband."

Zahra looked down again, Zahra didn't want that, Zahra didn't want to go back to Bian, absolutely didn't want to.

Frans came back with food and drink, he approached them and kept what he was carrying at the table.

"He has to eat, his body is very weak, and this is the medicine he has to take."

Isma nodded, hopefully Zahra will with all that.