I Desire the Love of My Husband
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Zahra sat in front of her dresser, she held a small calendar and looked at it, a moment later she circled one of the dates.

On the first 18th after her wedding day, Zahra had been Bian's wife for a month, and they were together for a month, sleeping together every night.

"Zahra, I'm leaving first."

Zahra turned her head without answering, she noticed Bian's movements, without saying any more, Bian left the room and won't be back until later tonight.

Zahra smiled briefly, they were indeed husband and wife on paper, and in fact they remained strangers to each other.

"Zahra, are you inside?"

Zahra got up and walked out, she fell to see Inggrid.

"Oma, where are you going?"

"Oma, you have to go home first, maybe for one week."

Zahra was silent, what would her life be like if Inggrid was not with her.

"Zahra, don't be afraid, Bian won't do anything bad to you."

Zahra smiled and nodded, maybe it was true, and hopefully no one would do anything bad to her.

"Oma, you have to go now, take care of yourself."

"Can't I just come, I'm going to Oma's house."

"Don't you have to stay here with your husband, if you leave him, then he can act."

Zahra smiled again, let it go, after all it was Bian's desire, he wanted to stay free even though he was married.

"Oma, go yes, you if you go anywhere, just go, but when Bian comes back, you also have to go back."

"Yes, later if I get bored, I'll go out."

Inggrid nodded, great, Zahra was never going anywhere after the wedding, she always stayed at home with Ingrid.

"Yes, go first."

"Let me take you."

"No need, you get ready, so if you want to go, just go."

Zahra nodded, then greeted him and let Inggrid go from him.

Zahra looked around, now that she was alone in the house, no one else, Zahra re-entered her room and sat on the sofa there.

"Where to go, I don't have any friends playing here."

Zahra smiled wryly, her self who used to wander out of town, making her unfamiliar with her own surroundings.

"Or I just shop, it looks like it's better, and my needs are up."

Zahra nodded, it was a good thought, Zahra would not get tired of being alone at home, she then prepared to leave.

Kringh ....

Zahra glanced at her phone, and grabbing it, the call from Bian made her a little astonished.

"What's wrong?" ask Zahra.

He was silent listening to Bian's sentence there, after which he smiled while nodding.

"Yes, thank you."

After the connection was cut off, Zahra rubbed her face, it could be that Zahra was intent on shopping while she had no money.

"Stupid," he said slowly.

Zahra kept her phone and opened the closet, she took a debit and credit card in the drawer there, it belonged to Bian, and at the connection Bian said if Zahra could use it for purposes.

"Congratulations, I could be going."

Zahra put it in a bag, tidied her hair, and walked away while reaching for her phone.

Zahra will be looking for her own happiness today, hopefully finding happiness out there.

"Non, where are you going?"

"I want to buy my needs first, I'll be back before Bian gets home."

"Non, is that permission?"

"Let's send him a message."

"Okay, be careful."

Zahra nodded and continued her steps, she sat on the outside chair, struggling with her phone to order a taxi.

"Dizziness."

Zahra pressed her forehead, wanted to sleep but wanted to leave, so Zahra would go home if it was not strong.

"Go sir, just relax, I want to enjoy the ride."

"Good, Mom."

Zahra quietly leaned back, watching her way there, crowded but not enough to please her.

"Sir, where's the good place to eat?"

"I don't know, Mom, if I eat always come home, wife's cooking is the most delicious."

Zahra smiled, is it really like that, can Zahra hear that sentence from Bian.

"Poooh."

Zahra let out her breath slowly, what was she thinking, how could it happen, after all Zahra herself could not cook well.

"It's better to cook your own, ma'am, than to buy, the portions can also be as satisfying as their own."

"Like that, sir?"

"Yes, Mom, just try cooking, what else if there is a Husband, guaranteed her Husband to feel at home if given good cuisine."

"But my husband already has a cooked Mother."

"Oh, but it's better if the wife is cooking, it must be more healthy because there must be affectionate feelings."

Zahra shook her head, she quietly paid attention to the streets there, maybe Bian could like it if diligently given good cuisine, maybe Zahra would learn to cook for Bian.

"Once in a while, pampering the Husband must be loh Bu, as if the cuisine of the maid, must be more delicious wife's cooking, that's what I feel."

Zahra just nodded to hear it, hopefully it is like that, would be happy also Zahra feeling if getting praise from Bian.

"Please, Mom."

Zahra paid her bill and came out, she looked around, there were so many people, they were all walking together, but Zahra was alone.

"It doesn't matter Zahra, aren't you already a kara now."

Zahra smiled, she continued her steps into the shopping center, focused on finding what she needed there, Zahra had to get everything today.

"You here, shopping too?"

Zahra turned her head, she was silent to see Dion, what he was doing, what he was not working today.

"Hallo, why silence?"

Zahra turned for a moment, then smiled while nodding.

"How are you?"

Zahra saw Dion's hand, it had been a long time since they had met.

"Zahra."

"Yes, I'm fine" Zahra said.

"Only alone?"

"Yes, as you can see."

"Maybe, can I go with you?"

Zahra was silent, it didn't seem to matter, and no one cared about her, not even Bian.

"How's it?"

"Why not, if you are alone."

Dion smiled and nodded, a good answer, Dion finally got to see the woman again since the breakup on her wedding day.

"Search for what, let me help you?"

"Women's needs" whispered Zahra.

Dion laughed a little, he understood that, and it was better for Dion to just accompany him.

"Above" said Dion.

"Maybe, I forgot too."

The two smiled and stepped together, Zahra again looking for her needs, quite well there is Dion, at least there are friends for her to talk.

"You got a lot of time?" ask Dion.

"I'll be home before Bian gets home."

"When did he come home?"

"Night, it's always night."

"That means, can I get you to eat first before you go home?"