I Desire the Love of My Husband
That's Easy

"I'll be home to Bian."

"Good, Non."

Zahra nodded, then passed and let her car drive away.

"Mama" cried Zahra.

"Mama, I'm coming don't make me wait long."

"Patience" said Isma, opening the door.

As usual, Zahra held the woman tightly, now no longer surprised Isma about it.

Let it be as long as Zahra can feel happy, there is no wrong in loving Zahra even though it is not her own biological child.

"You alone?"

"The driver told me to go home."

"Eh, why?"

"I'll be home to Bian."

Isma nodded, and the two entered the house, according to Zahra's words to Bian if Frans was not at home.

Zahra was really alone with Isma, and that was what she wanted for her arrival this time.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Anything, but later, I'm the same Mama here."

Isma shook her head, they sat together, Zahra did not feel like she was with anyone else.

Isma's good response made Zahra so comfortable to be by her side, Zahra felt so comfortable with her own mother.

"You've only just recovered, why did you leave like this?"

"Let it go, I've got permission on the house guy."

"All right, it's up to you."

"We're shopping today?"

Isma nodded surely, had they not agreed to it, and nothing would have changed.

Zahra looked around, maybe Zahra could learn to cook with Isma, not a long time to get to the afternoon.

"What are you looking for?"

"No one, did Mama want to teach me how to cook."

"Book?"

"I can't cook, and I want to learn how to cook so I can prepare a meal for Bian."

Isma nodded in understanding, how can a woman not cook, it is so bad.

Zahra smiled, as if she understood what Isma thought of her being unable to cook.

"Emmm, maybe it's not too late, how about we go now just shopping?" ask Isma.

"May, I don't mind at all, so that I can also cook immediately."

"Truely, make the most of your time."

The two smiled, Isma then left Zahra to take her bag.

After that they left in Isma's car, and of course the private driver too, they enjoyed the ride with a warm conversation.

"At the front, sir," said Isma.

The car stopped at Isma's request, they got out and walked into the shopping area.

Zahra just this time came to the place, and it seems there is complete, many choices.

"What do you want to buy?" ask Isma.

"I'll buy all kinds."

"You can be cooked and exhausted, long time can be stale."

Zahra nodded, of course not, and Zahra was also unlikely to do that.

Both choose their individual needs without much consideration, Zahra also looks fast to complete his shopping.

"Did Frans like all that?"

"Of course, seafood is Frans' favorite."

"Oh, it's worth it."

The two smiled, Isma looked at Zahra's groceries, looks more vegetable ingredients.

"And what's Bian's favorite?"

"No, it's my favorite."

Isma frowned, didn't Zahra want to cook for Bian.

Zahra smiled, she shook her head and went back to picking the others.

"Zahra, do you need seasoning?"

"I don't know if it's complete or not, but I'd better buy it."

"Yes, we're over there."

Zahra nodded in agreement, it must be the usual place Isma came to, because the woman knew where the materials were.

Let it be at home there is Nur who can help him, if wrong then Nur will re-shop everything.

"Is that not too much?" ask Isma.

"Come on, I don't know."

"How are you?"

Zahra was just a silly grin, at least Zahra tried, right or wrong Zahra would know later.

Isma looked around, her gaze stopped at the entrance there, like there was a person but instantly disappeared the moment Isma saw her.

"Mama's done?"

"That's enough for the next few days."

"I'm done too, we'll pay."

"Come on."

Zahra walked first, Isma glanced back at the door there, looked again and disappeared again, not wrong it was exactly the one who peeked.

What is Bian, it's possible that the man suspected Zahra was walking with Frans, but for what it was, wasn't the man also having his own busy life.

"Mama," call Zahra.

Isma turned his head, he nodded and followed Zahra.

"What's up, still something to look for?"

"No, there's nothing."

Zahra nodded, she silently waited for her shopping count to be completed.

Isma's curiosity was inevitable, he repeatedly saw the door there, still the same but this time it looked two people.

Isma pulled out her phone, struggled for a while there, her feelings were a little restless at the moment.

"Did Frans send a message?" ask Zahra.

"Ah no, Mama sent her a message, she always forgot to drink while on duty."

"Oh, okay."

Zahra kept quiet again, leaving Isma who was busy with her phone.

While waiting, arriving Isma's groceries to be counted, they still had to wait until everything was done.

"Sorry Mom, can I have a paper and a ballpoint pen?" ask Isma.

"Oh can."

Isma received what he needed, Zahra was a little surprised by that, for what Isma asked for the two items.

"Mama, write what?"

"It's nothing, please pay attention to the count."

Zahra nodded, silently watching the cashier who was adding the bill to Isma.

After a while, all was done, Isma paid for it while giving her the paper and the ballpoint pen.

"Read well, and move slowly," said Isma slowly.

Zahra frowned, if they knew each other, why is it like that, Isma wrote a letter to the merchant.

"Mama."

"Let's go home, thank you ma'am."

Isma pulled Zahra away, the cashier read the writing Isma had written.

"Please follow us, whatever happens ahead, do your best."

The cashier frowned, what did he mean, why write such a sentence.

"What's wrong, wrong price?"

He turned his head and shook his head, the letter he showed, although he did not understand but they followed the request on the paper.

The two get out, they see Isma and Zahra walking into her private car.

"What's that about?"

"So, maybe they're just joking."

"Is this an SD boy's game?"

The two smiled as they shook their heads, compactly turning their bodies back into place.

"Zahra."

The scream managed to twist the two bodies back, they actually came out and saw the groceries had fallen apart.

"It's robbery?"

"Come on, let's go to the police."

One man came in and another ran over, Zahra and Isma were already in the custody of two men wearing face coverings.

"Silence all of you."

They panicked because the knife was held prisoner in Zahra's neck, plus one other person who appeared to be holding a gun while holding Isma.

Although many people were approaching, they were still hesitant to make a move, the gun could quickly stop even their lives if they dared to approach.