I Desire the Love of My Husband
Full Expectant

Since the morning of the morning Zahra had left home accompanied by Dion, the two had promised to go together this morning.

No one saw his departure, not even though he was home, Zahra went quietly and he managed to do that.

"Is this the place?"

"This is the nearest court, you can bid farewell here."

Zahra was silent, she already grasped all the necessary conditions.

In accordance with the information Dion had obtained, the man immediately relayed it to Zahra to be prepared.

"I'm in."

"spirit."

Zahra smiled, so she went out and entered the building.

Dion also came out and followed, watching Zahra from afar, there was no look of doubt on Zahra's face at this time.

"Are you sure of this decision?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Alright, hand over the file.

Zahra gave the file she was carrying, the person in front of her immediately examined it carefully.

"Bian and Ayra, where's your husband, does he agree with this?"

"It's my wish, so just process, don't think about anything else."

"What's the reason?"

Zahra was silent, should Zahra tell the man everything.

Can't just process his request, Zahra was lazy to talk at length.

"There's no reason for this breakup, maybe it's just your momentary emotion, please go home and rethink all these decisions."

Zahra shook her head quickly, there was nothing she had to think about now, everything was round and nothing would be changed.

Zahra recounted all her problems, from the beginning of the marriage to the present she gave up on them all.

"Changes can be made by anyone including your husband."

"I've given you a lot of chances, but the results are the same."

"So, you stick to your decision?"

"Yes, this decision is the best."

The man nodded, he closed the file and kept it.

Zahra smiled, indeed there should be no rejection for it, they just have to help process it.

"Please make the Surah a lawsuit."

Zahra looked at the given piece of paper, she read it for a moment and immediately filled it without hesitation.

There was nothing else on his mind, right now that parting was his main focus.

"Sir, would you like a submission too?"

"Ah no, I'm just dropping off a friend, she's inside."

"Oh, all right, excuse me."

Dion nodded, he glanced back at Zahra, why so long ago the woman, whatever she was doing in there.

Dion returned to his car, worried that the people there would make Zahra undo her intentions.

"That's impossible, and it shouldn't be, they just have to support and process everything as Zahra's filing."

Dion was adoring, whether evil or what his name was, but Dion did want their farewell.

For a long time, Dion had never been able to forget Zahra, she was always on his mind, and now could be a good opportunity for him.

"Come on, make this farewell work, this time just give me the best chance."

Dion stared at the door of the building, where Zahra was, how long it was in there, and why it felt so annoying.

His expression grew even more unnerved as Zahra was seen coming out, Dion immediately came out and stood waiting for him.

"How's it?" ask Dion in doubt.

Zahra shows her lawsuit against Bian, Dion accepts it and opens it.

His smile was fleeting, until this was indeed in line with his expectations, Dion returned it.

"We're going straight home?" ask Dion.

"Of course."

Dion nodded, and opened the door for Zahra to enter.

They left the court, the hours of time that passed greatly irritated both of them.

"Zahra, I'm going straight to the hospital."

"I'm sorry."

"No problem, thanks for driving me."

Dion nodded, and if his mother had not been in the hospital, Dion would have taken him home.

Zahra stared at the envelope she was holding, she had already started her steps, no matter what Bian's response would be, Zahra would not care about it.

----

"Please sit down, I don't know where Zahra is going" Ingrid said.

Isma nodded, it was no problem, hearing that Zahra had returned home was enough to make her relieved.

"Please Mom, drink it."

"Thank you, Bi."

"Together."

Isma turned his head, he saw Bian coming down from up there, the man looked grim, had they not made up.

"Bian, where's Zahra?" ask Inggrid.

"I don't know, he left without permission."

Ingrid and Isma were lyrically intertwined, lethargic for the man, is there any new problems that have occurred to this day.

Isma shook her head, her mind could not be positive at all, why everything looked and felt bad.

"I'm home" said Zahra.

They turned their heads together, Ingrid and Isma rose up together.

"Zahra," call Isma.

Zahra smiled, and she danced and hugged Isma tightly, how much she missed Isma.

"How are you?" ask Isma.

"I'm good, what about Mama?"

"Nice as well."

The hug was removed, Isma looked at Zahra's face, there was no gloom at all, the woman looked perfectly fine in contrast to Bian.

"Where did you end up?" ask Isma.

Zahra glanced at Ingrid and Bian there, immediately giving Bian the envelope.

"What's this?" ask Bian.

"I think you're smart enough to read it."

Bian slightly nodded, then opened it and read it.

Isma and Inggrid were also curious about that, what Zahra brought, Zahra's tone made them uneasy.

"You're right to do this?" ask Bian.

"I've decided, don't you dare force me to cancel, Mama, I'm upstairs first."

"Zahra, but ....."

Zahra passed by without waiting for Isma's sentence to be finished, Inggrid immediately grabbed the paper and read it.

The fact on the paper made Inggrid shocked, what Zahra did why she could do that once.

"This must be wrong, Ayra can't possibly do this" Inggrid said.

Isma grabbed the paper, he read it, the same thing with Ingrid, Isma also felt inexhaustible with it.

The two turned to look at Bian who was running up the stairs, if this time there would be any more commotion.

"Bu Inggrid, this ...."

"Ayra, really give up" interrupted Inggrid.

"What's the matter, what's the impact of the kidnapping?"

Inggrid nodded doubtfully, wasn't Zahra's request to part increasingly becoming after the kidnapping.

Isma shook her head, if Zahra's decision was correct, the woman could have regretted her decision this time.

"Zahra," cried Bian.

The two of them instantly got up, quickly catching up with Bian and Zahra.

After the commotion that night, could it not be repeated again this time, Ingrid was already tired of it all.

"Zahra," cried Bian again.

The housewife seemed to be running towards the stairs, she looked up there even though there was nothing she could see from them.

"What else is this, why are they always yelling like that, their meeting is just for fighting."