I Desire the Love of My Husband
Just be honest

Bian's departure again reminded Inggrid of Zahra, the woman had been gone since earlier while still eating.

"Auntie, please clean up."

"Yes, just a minute."

Ingrid left his place, he climbed the stairs and met Zahra in the room.

"Zahra," he called.

Zahra turned her head, she got up as Inggrid approached her.

"Why are you, really?"

"It's okay, I just want to be quiet."

"A rough fellow with you?"

Zahra shook her head, the two sat together.

"Don't just be quiet like that, the slightest problem, you should just tell me, don't keep it to yourself."

"I told you, I miss them."

"Certainly, could there be anything else?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie, you're talking to a parent, I've taken care of a kid as big as you, so I know how when he's honest and when he's lying."

Zahra was silent, then what else she had to say, wasn't that what she felt.

"You don't like this wedding of yours?"

Zahra didn't budge, it was true, this wasn't her dream wedding, Zahra didn't want to have a husband like Bian.

"Ayra, don't just shut up."

Zahra smiled slightly, the way Ingrid called her made Zahra remember her parents, they always called Zahra with a different call.

"I'm fine."

"Or maybe your in-laws are causing trouble?"

"No, not at all, don't think too far."

Inggrid smiled and grabbed Zahra's hands, rubbed them gently, didn't Bian ever say that Zahra would be Inggrid's most beloved woman, and it seemed like it would come true.

"What's wrong, just tell me everything, Oma won't get angry even if it's wrong."

Zahra was silent, busy struggling with her own thoughts, Zahra did not want to talk much.

"Zahra, if you keep quiet, you'll be hard on yourself, so just tell me, what's the matter, Bian?"

Zahra looked back at Ingrid, what could be like that, Zahra did not want to make things worse.

"What's wrong, you don't believe in this old woman, don't you know if an old man shouldn't behave much, I've already said it won't be angry even if it's wrong, and I can't possibly lie."

Zahra smiled a little, so Inggrid could say that, Zahra turned away, but maybe there should be nothing covered.

"Let's say it," asked Inggrid as he rubbed Zahra's shoulder.

"I don't want this wedding."

Inggrid frowned, he was silent for a moment looking at Zahra who was now looking back at him.

"I never wanted this marriage, it all happened because of Bian's coercion."

"really?"

"This is my house, my parents' house, which turned out to be a guarantee for repayment of my parents' debt to Bian's parents, they took this house without me knowing."

"Then?"

"I don't want this house to belong to anyone else, even if it's my own brother."

"Because Bian did not want to marry Sintia, he was not ready to marry, not ready to be a Husband, he wanted to be free to do what he wanted, she said, and he forced me to marry him in exchange for this house going back to me."

"And the profit for Bian?"

"She doesn't need to marry Sintia, she doesn't need to do her role as Husband, she can stay free with her own world, and the main one ...."

Zahra swallowed her saliva, could Zahra say it, it was possible that Ingrid would retract his decision to hire Bian today.

"What's the main one?"

Zahra did not budge, but Zahra had already opened it, let it go even though Bian would eventually kill him later, which is clear Zahra wants to be free from everything.

"Zahra, you're too quiet, there's no solution if it goes on like this."

"Bian wants his company back, his right back, his power back, the company that Oma took over, Bian wants it back to him, and it's not Oma who conditions Bian to get married, the asset will return to him."

"Yes that's right."

"Just one year, Bian forced me to get married and stay for one year, after the company was returned, we're going to split up, but I don't want to continue this, I want to stop now."

Inggrid nodded slowly, he understood everything Zahra had said, and indeed it all started from him, but Inggrid did not know if Bian could do any of that.

"Dian touched you?"

Zahra frowned, what a touch, didn't Inggrid know himself Bian had repeatedly touched it.

"I mean Oma, have you guys done that?"

Zahra turned away, remembering the night before, where Bian treated her harshly, tore off her clothes and kissed her forcefully as Zahra was no longer covered up.

"Ayra, Bian did the wedding, because he claimed to have desecrated you, so I immediately married you both."

"But that's not true, Bian kissed me that night, he tore my shirt off, but he didn't do anything else, he just wanted the wedding done so I couldn't run away anymore."

Ingrid looked at Zahra, his sudden hunting breath and suddenly high tone of speech, making Inggrid inexhaustible with Bian's behavior.

"He was so brash, he touched me after I had no more clothes to wear, and he just left, he had another man pick me up to take me to the wedding, he's so brash, he's rude."

Zahra got up without a care with Inggrid's grip on her hand, Zahra wiped the tears that just flashed on her cheek, Bian was bad, and Zahra should have left the man.

"You don't like Bian?"

Zahra turned a little, even though she, Zahra did not want to admit it, Zahra did not want to be trapped by such a man.

"Zahra, you rethink everything."

"No, I don't want to think about anything, the one who was married to Bian was Sintia, not me."

"But Bian wants you."

"Bian doesn't want me, he uses me, doesn't Oma understand?"

Inggrid immediately rose as Zahra began to snap at him, Ingrid did not feel what Zahra was feeling now, but everything had happened as well.

"I don't want any of this, I want to go, I don't need this house anymore, I want to be free from here, from this false bond, I don't want to be like this."

"Sutt, why are you like this, calm down, we're talking good."

"I don't want to be like this, tell him to divorce me now."

"Zahra, shut up."

"Son, I don't want to, I want to go."

Inggrid shook his head, he walked over, and slowly hugged Zahra, rubbing her head and back gently.

"Calm down, there's no point in you being like this."

"Then I have to be like what, I don't want to be like this much longer, I want to be free too."

"You can be free, you just do what you want, so yourself, don't change just because of this forced marriage."

Zahra frowned, in the midst of her stuffing, Zahra tried to digest Inggrid's sentence, what does it mean to talk like that.