I Desire the Love of My Husband
Don't Go

Zahra had really come to Isma's place, he had been there all day, to the woman who was like her mother, Zahra told her everything perfectly.

What happened to him before he came, what he did during the incident, and many more things that did make him mentally ill.

Although the story did not seem to want to stop, Isma did not feel the slightest objection, he felt happy and was relieved by the long sentence that Zahra uttered.

"I want to go."

"Not wrong, you deserve to want the separation, but while time is still there, think well of everything, the impact of the separation will be really good for you, or just the opposite."

"I don't know."

Isma smiled, grabbed a drinking glass and gave it to Zahra.

"You've been talking all day, drinking first."

"I'm not thirsty."

"But drinking is mandatory."

Zahra grabbed him and gulped him down, but it seemed that Zahra was indeed thirsty, only that Zahra was lazy to drink.

Isma breathed a sigh of relief, she was sure that Zahra also felt a great relief from having told her everything.

"Mom, I don't want to go home."

"But that's not a good thing."

"I want to be here, one day I beg you.'

"Izin first."

Zahra nodded, she would ask permission later, Ingrid would have understood and would have allowed it too.

"Frans, what time is it?"

"Later tonight, 8 o'clock."

"Every day is like that?"

"That's the schedule."

Zahra nodded, pleasing where to be a doctor or company leader.

Zahra seemed to be looking for the answer, it could be a little of their topic of conversation if they met later.

"You take a shower, it's late."

"But I don't bring a change of clothes."

"Let's calm down, I'll get ready, you'll just wear it."

Zahra smiled, she just hugged Isma, Zahra could not deny if she felt Isma was her long-gone mother.

Zahra did not want to be far away from him, whatever the reason Zahra wanted to stay with him, and no matter what the circumstances Zahra would still meet him.

"Have a shower, let me get the clothes ready."

"Thank you."

"Don't cry anymore, it's no use."

Zahra let go of her embrace, she smiled again while nodding.

Both of them rise up, Zahra will bathe according to Isma's orders, Zahra will surely be happy when wearing the clothes that Isma prepared.

"Zahra," call Bian.

The man had just finished his office business, all the time at the office, Bian kept thinking about Zahra.

How things are now, Bian must see it immediately, but where, why did Zahra not answer him.

"Zahra."

"He doesn't exist."

Bian looked, where else the woman had gone, had Zahra not returned since, and he repeated his behavior again.

"What happened this time?" ask Inggrid.

"What does Oma mean?"

"What does Oma mean?" reset Inggrid.

Bian turned around for a moment, maybe Zahra could go home and tell Inggrid everything.

After that Zahra may have left, and not returned until now.

"Why are you quiet?"

"Zahra where are you going?"

"To the place of good people."

Inggrid shook his head, he walked up and sat down in the chair, why so Bian asked him so much.

While Inggrid's question is only one, he has not been answered or maybe it will not be answered.

"Tell me where he is, let me pick him up now."

"Don't bother him, you think well, what you really want now."

"What does Oma mean?"

"Don't answer the question with the question, are you stupid?"

Bian was silent, did Ingrid not know the problem, did Bian have to tell everything himself.

But what he will get later, if Bian will again lose the opportunity he got now.

"You left Zahra."

Bian frowned, it was very unwilling to hear what else he was doing.

"If you can't do that, Oma who will separate you, you can choose whichever woman you want, Oma won't take the trouble and won't strip you of your rights to the company, but leave Zahra."

"Oma said what, how can Oma talk like that, Oma doesn't want Zahra anymore."

"He will still be Oma's grandson even if he is no longer with you, so don't think about anything else, we think about your own desires."

"Oma, it wasn't really my fault, I didn't know Vanessa was coming to the office."

"And you're sad because it turns out Zahra also came, she's interrupting your time with that woman."

"Where it may be, I've repeatedly asked him to leave, but he's stubborn and stays there."

"And that's one of your pleasures too."

Bian exhaled heavily, why could not believe his words.

Bian had already told the truth, so it was true that Zahra had already told Inggrid everything.

"You've turned good people into bad people, how can you do that, can't you just change a little bit?"

"I've been holding him back, but Zahra can't keep me either."

"Because you don't deserve to be obeyed, it's enough, this kind of debate has happened a lot but you don't make any changes."

"I can't let go of Zahra, I want her now."

"Want to torture him?"

"Nr ...."

"No choice, you let him go."

Inggrid just passed, Ingrid could die from being too stressed thinking about the two of them, maybe it was just a breakup that could stop everything.

Bian throws his briefcase, it's annoying, why do they always have to say goodbye.

"Where the woman went, why didn't she come back."

Bian was silent for a moment, so he went out and called Zahra's personal driver.

"What's up, sir?"

"Where is Zahra, she's not back yet."

"So went to Ms. Isma's place, and she said she couldn't be picked up before asking to be picked up."

"Isma, who?"

"Don't know, but she said Bu Ingrid knew with Frans."

Bian narrowed his eyes, Frans who else Frans, why so many people bother Zahra.

"My earrings are there."

"Bu Zahra doesn't want anyone to catch up, not even Mr. Bian himself."

Bian raised both eyebrows, could Zahra do that, who Frans was until he did not want to be disturbed at all.

Bian shook his head, he then entered without saying anything more, annoying once all was very testing his patience.

"Sir Bian."

There was no answer, the driver went back to his own place.

It's up to him, because what he says is in line with Zahra's message.

"Den, want a drink or something?" ask Nur.

"No need, just call Zahra to tell her to come home."

Nur was silent, he looked at Bian who was walking up the stairs.

It is very incomprehensible with the relationship between the two of them, why is it always bad, is there not a little good side of the relationship.