I Desire the Love of My Husband
Can't

Bian returned at 7pm, Zahra, who had been staying at home from the beginning, stayed in her room without doing anything.

"Zahra, are you asleep?" ask Bian.

Zahra turned his head and sat down, since Zahra just collapsed without any activity.

"You crying?" bian asked as he sat in front of Zahra.

"No."

"But your eyes are like that, why?"

Zahra was silent, Bian's question made her feelings piqued.

"What's wrong, why cry?"

"Why ask, are you trying to notice me?"

Bian frowned, he turned around and got up, his feet swaying to the bathroom.

"I just care, don't think more about it."

Zahra glanced at the door, but Bian could say that when it was in front of him, why, what the hell, Bian did not want to talk to Zahra.

"Sleep, don't think about anything or you'll be disappointed."

Zahra was lying down again, no problem, Zahra did want to be quiet, not want to talk a lot.

"What Oma said, you must have talked to her a lot all day, lest you say anything wrong."

Zahra hugged the bolster, she kept quiet without answering, it was wrong, Zahra had been wrong for telling Inggrid the truth.

"So it's true you made a mistake, why just keep quiet."

Zahra closed her eyes, it was noisy, what a hard time sitting in front of Zahra if she wanted to talk.

"You won't listen to me?"

Zahra did not budge, Bian would return to treating her rudely if he knew what Zahra had told Ingrid.

"Zahra."

Bian came out and saw Zahra who was lying down.

"Are you really asleep?"

Bian sat back beside her, staring at Zahra's face with her eyes closed.

"Zahra, don't you hear me?"

Zahra opened her eyes and glanced at Bian, what he had to say now.

"What's wrong, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine."

"Don't lie, whatever you do with Oma."

"What should I do?"

"Then what are you talking about?"

"Why are you so noisy, if you can't trust me, you better not ask me, just ask Oma."

"Zahra, I'm serious."

"Nothing."

Zahra closed her eyes again, just let Bian want to think like what, Zahra did admit the mistake of honesty earlier.

"Have you eaten?" ask Bian.

"Not yet, but I'm already full from snacking."

"Good, don't hold back hunger."

"You've eaten, you haven't eaten, have you?"

"I ate on the road, too, and I'm going to rest."

Zahra woke up again, and then came down with her pillow and blanket.

"Where are you going?"

"You want to rest, go ahead, I'll just sleep there."

Bian glanced at the sofa there, it was possible that Zahra was aching if she slept there too often, pity too.

"Let's go to sleep."

"You're just here."

Zahra turned her head, her intention to step was dejected, Zahra silently ate Bian.

"Just sleep here, I don't mind, I won't do anything weird."

Zahra sat down, the blanket was put back in storage, while her pillow held in Zahra's lap.

"Zahra, you're an adult, yes you can't control it."

"Indeed I can't, I can't limit my heart, my feelings for whom, I can't manage."

"So you really like me?"

"Yes, I like you."

Bian immediately turned away while rubbing his face, why was it so easy, why did Zahra forget their agreement.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know why it's like this."

Bian turned his head, but that should not continue, Zahra should be able to hate Bian, and dispel his feelings of joy.

"Zahra, I ...."

"No problem, about this let it be my business, you're still with your life."

"Zahra, we'll be together every day, how can you like me that fast?"

"Just relax, I'll try to like other men, and when that happens, you don't try to stop me."

Bian nodded in agreement, please if it can eliminate Zahra's feelings towards him.

"Please, but you have to be careful, lest they know."

"I understand."

"Well, now that I'm asleep, I'm also tired of taking a break, you just sleep here and everything will be fine."

Zahra nodded, he then went up and back to lie down, Bian also lay down to relieve his body aches.

"How's the first day's work?"

Bian turned his head, he smiled happily, seeing that Zahra was also smiling.

"Everything's fine, I can do everything well."

"I know you're great, and Oma shouldn't doubt your greatness."

Bian was silent, his smile did not disappear from his lips, Bian rubbed Zahra's head.

"Thank you, you've helped me with all this."

Zahra nodded, she closed her eyes, Bian's hand made her feel warm, Zahra wanted it.

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"Hi."

Dion clucked at the sight of Sintia, regretting that Dion had opened the door this time.

"How are you?"

"Don't say much, I don't want to hear anything."

Sintia smiled, was it true, but Sintia would not be willing to keep quiet as long as Dion did not want to help her.

"Just go home, I'm busy."

"Wait a minute, why the hell, not as polite as guests like that attitude."

Dion lowered his head for a moment, it was noisy, why did Sintia so bother him to keep going through it like that.

"Dion, I told you that I won't stop until you help me."

"What help, separate Bian and Zahra, that I'll never do."

"Is it really like that?"

"Of course, I'm sane enough not to envy the happiness of others."

Sintia smiled, she turned for a moment and smiled looking at Dion.

"Are you really not sorry about their marriage?"

"No, not at all, that regret will only be felt by one who does not accept reality."

"And you, including the one who is breastfed for the bad reality?"

"Sintia, I don't have time to discuss this, because it's none of my business at all."

Sintia smiled, alright, Sintia still has to be patient with Dion, but it doesn't matter while Sintia can still do it.

"Please go home, don't visit at night, what else if the owner of the house does not want to accept you."

"Well, I'm not going to talk about them, but let me stay here, I want a friend to talk to."

Dion was silent, he knew that if it was just Sinti's excuse not to leave his house, but rather than a storm, Dion would do it as long as his talk could be believed.

"OK, it's up to you, but still prove your point."

"Okay, I promise."

Dion nodded, allowing Sintia to enter, hopefully the woman was not annoying.