I Desire the Love of My Husband
You Lied

Throughout the togetherness, Zahra seemed silent, she only occasionally smiled enjoying the air this morning.

Isma and Frans were more conversational, but even so Zahra continued to listen and listen to their conversation.

The talk of Shafira was so sweet to Zahra's ears, it was as happy as Frans and Shafira's past marriage, which was so much different from her story with Bian.

"Zahra, your legs hurt, we can sit first if you want" Isma said.

Zahra nodded, they sat on the green grass, although there was a chair but the grass was his choice.

"You want a drink?" ask Frans.

"Want to?" ask Isma.

Zahra nodded, maybe it needed him now.

Frans then passed to buy her a drink, Isma smiled as she rubbed Zahra's hand.

"You have to free your mind, your feelings, everything must be free so that you can get back to health" said Isma.

"Shafira, she must be happy to have Frans."

"Both were both happy because having each other was their dream, and they managed to achieve it."

Zahra nodded, she turned, if only Bian had changed before Zahra gave up it would have been a different story.

"Here, drink it."

Frans gave them a drink, and Isma immediately opened it and took a sip.

"Here I open," said Frans opening a Zahra drink.

"Thank you."

Frans nodded, Zahra took a sip and went back to silence with her dream.

As Frans struggled with his cell phone, a message came in from Inggrid and the old woman was intending to follow.

"Zahra, yesterday Shafira had time to wake up and ask your whereabouts," said Frans.

"Then how about now, we'll just go there."

"No, the doctor is banning anyone from seeing him, there are some screening procedures that are being performed."

"He's all right?"

"Of course, he should be fine, because I'll take care of him."

Zahra smiled and turned back, Frans must still expect the woman, maybe the love for her is still the same until now.

"Zahra, the problem in the household is heavy, and what often happens is the imbalance" said Isma.

Zahra turned her head, it seemed that Isma would give her a lot of understanding about it, but what Zahra still needed now.

"Infidences are often felt by those who feel they are being treated unnaturally, and Zahra's heartache is always the color in every relationship, not just marriage but like we can now hurt each other without us knowing."

"Everything in life is always side by side with disappointment and regret, heartache and happiness that will not be separated because the two are always side by side" added Frans.

Zahra smiled, she nodded with that, but now Zahra was lazy to understand her own life story.

Relented to things that only tired her herself, Zahra wanted to breathe calmly, free from the anxiety that always stifled her.

"I've given up too long, for too long, pretending that everything's okay to keep their feelings in check, to keep my own feelings from getting even a return."

Isma and Frans looked at him together, indeed inversely proportional to the story of Frans, and somehow Frans could not fully understand the feelings of Zahra.

Isma sighed, she grabbed Zahra and carried her leaning against her shoulder, rubbing her head fondly hoping to calm her down a little.

"I just wanted to part ways, was it wrong, after all the struggles I had, and now was I still the one who had to give up?"

"No, fighting for yourself doesn't hurt, the wrong thing is to lie to yourself."

Frans nodded, the weight of letting go had indeed been felt first, Frans almost crazy because of his own decision to release Shafira.

And perhaps, Frans was worried that Zahra would experience the same if she let go of Bian, giving up her love that she had fought so hard for.

"Zahra, is that feeling no more now?" ask Frans.

There was no answer, Zahra could not answer that, if yes but actually not, and if not but Zahra did want to negate that feeling.

"I don't feel anything about what you're going through, but I'm focusing on the breakup you're struggling with right now."

Isma nodded, she clasped Zahra's hand which started to shake, it was possible that Zahra was upset by their current conversation.

"Zahra, I'm not insulting you, but you have to think about it too, you once admitted how much you loved your husband, the breakup you want may hurt you more and more and interfere with your health" Frans said.

"Don't make this compulsion, we only care about the tomorrow you're going to live, Zahra, in the past Mama often felt disappointed and hurt because of Husband but behind that figure alone can treat the pain," said Isma.

"I think you're at the highest stage of lying, you're acting and saying hate towards Bian and all of them, but you don't actually feel that at all, the hatred you feel is only momentary when you are emotional."

Zahra closed her eyes, not even a hint of Zahra not wanting to justify it, the feeling towards Bian was only the most sinister prison in their story.

Zahra could not stand it anymore, Bian was still Bian who was temperament and would never change, Zahra still wanted to be free.

"Zahra," call Inggrid.

They turned their heads together, Isma frowned and glanced at Frans.

The man nodded, Frans indeed told Ingrid where they were at the moment.

"Mrs Inggrid."

Frans got up and took him to Zahra and Isma.

"Oma, what's it for?" ask Zahra.

"Oma just stopped by for a second, Oma wants to say goodbye to you."

"Where are you going?"

"Oma has to go home, you don't need Oma anymore now, Oma has said she will support whatever your decision is."

Zahra was silent, Inggrid's words made her tears churn racing to drain her cheeks.

Zahra got up with difficulty, while Zahra was dumbfounded by the dizziness that never goes away.

"Sit down, don't push."

Zahra shook her head, she grabbed both of Inggrid's hands.

"It's okay, Oma apologizes for bothering you all this time, thank you for making Oma proud."

Zahra closed her lips, Inggrid was the only person who always tried to understand Zahra, loving her sincerely for no reason whatsoever.

"Sorry, Oma can't accompany you to finish everything, Oma doesn't want to be left so let Oma go first, Oma is sure you can take good care of yourself."

Zahra shook her head, her tears just dripping, why did Zahra not want to hear all Inggrid's words.

"Mom Isma, I believe Zahra has found comfort with Mother, please take care of her and do not let her grieve for too long, I can no longer take care of her for reasons that I might be able to understand."

Isma just nodded without being able to say anything, she loved Zahra and would certainly guard her with her own limits of ability and rights.