I Desire the Love of My Husband

Honest

Isma returned to her home tired, she had already delivered Zahra to her home after mediation was deemed a failure by all of them.

Isma got down from the taxi and was silent to see the crowd in her house, she also saw a yellow object attached to her fence.

"What is this, Frans," said Isma who immediately panicked.

He ran into the house and was silent to see them all, Isma closed her eyes relieved to see Frans sitting among them all.

"Frans," called Isma as she approached and sat down beside him.

Frans turned his head and immediately embraced Isma tightly, he again sobbed in his arms.

"Who is he?" ask Isma slowly

"Shafira," he said.

Isma was impure, one hand raised and opened the cloth that covered the body.

Isma immediately turned away with her eyes closed, it was Shafira's face, but it felt like Isma could not believe it.

"God is so bad for me."

Isma shook her head, she returned Frans' embrace while rubbing her back.

It is undeniable that if Isma was injured, she also shed tears because of the current circumstances.

"Why did he give it back when he left again."

"Sutt, don't say anything if it's just chiding God, Frans you'll only get hurt more."

 

"Hey, wait," said Damar.

Dion turned his head, the man came back again, but for what reason.

"Something I want to ask."

"What about?"

"Zahra."

Dion was silent, it felt like Dion did not want to discuss Zahra now.

"You really want their farewell?"

"Why ask that?"

"Only you're disappointed to see they're still together."

Dion sat down, what he had to say, what Dion could dodge all of it.

"Dion, we're just like men, a little bit I can read your gestures."

"Yes, that's right, I'd love for them to part because I want Zahra."

Damar frowned, very loud Dion blurted out his sentence, what is the form of honesty.

"I wanted it a long time ago, since Bian and Zahra first met, not just this time."

"You should know it's wrong."

"No, this is not at all wrong, I want a woman who is not happy with her marriage, and I will try to give her the happiness she does not get from that man."

Damar nodded, it could have been the right thought, but it was also the thought that would have trapped Dion with no certainty.

Dion turned his head, he looked at Damar who seemed to be thinking seriously, what it was about all his words or something else.

"I never liked a woman before Zahra, and to this day I can't like another woman, even though a long time of not meeting her doesn't necessarily make me forget her."

Damar is silent, maybe everything about love is complicated.

Love is too easy to come but so hard to forget, what Damar will also be like that against Sintia.

"Don't ever think I can change, until now I'm still waiting for him, and I feel like this situation will be my best chance."

"And you will be very disappointed when all is not suitable, they are not necessarily separated, I'm sure Zahra's feelings are still strong for Bian."

Dion smiled briefly, it was none of his business at all, Dion would only stick with his expectations alone.

Hopefully Zahra can stick to his decision, the separation is the best way for the woman to be happier.

"Well, whatever it is, hopefully you can achieve."

"I'll try."

"If I say goodbye, greetings to your mother."

"Thank you."

Damar then passed away leaving Dion, the question was answered clearly.

Whatever it is not Damar's business, did Damar also have his own business, including about his love.

"Sintia," call Damar.

Sintia turned her head, she snorted in annoyance at having to wait for Damar without any clarity.

"Where are you, I said don't go anywhere."

"I'm from Dion for a second, you're done?"

Sintia glared without replying, the man was a pain, Sintia's good fortune didn't leave him alone.

"I'm sorry, geez, how bad you are," Damar said embracing Sintia.

Such an attitude no longer makes Sintia object, it may be true if now Sintia begins to respond to her feelings.

"Buy what?" ask Damar.

"Jus, will?"

"Where, just one too."

"This is it."

Damar smiled, he pulled the hand of Sintia who grasped the juice, then also enjoyed it too.

Pretty good, Damar repeated it again, a lot of straws that make just it immediately reduced by half.

"Aaaa, I'm queuing up this is so sore," said Sintia.

Damar laughed instead, he ruffled Sintia's hair of origin and passed entering the car.

Sintia snorted while stomping her legs irritated, really the man always just made her emotional.

"Let's go home, I have to see Claudia out of this."

Sintia entered, he quietly enjoyed his juice without offering Damar again.

Damar smiled, he also focused on driving, Claudia did ask him to meet again, and it must still be the same thing.

 

"Frans, Mama got this," said Isma giving her an envelope.

"What's this?"

"So there was a nurse from the Hospital delivering it, she said it was found under Shafira's pillow."

Damar immediately opened it, it was Shafira's handwriting, a little messy because it must have been his imperfect energy.

"What?" ask Isma.

"I ran away from home, I can't keep pretending to accept everything, Frans I came to see you even after all these years it's still the same for me, it's still about us" Frans read.

Isma rubbed Frans' shoulders, so it was true that the woman had come to Frans.

"I came to your house, and I saw Mama with the woman, I saw them so happy that it made me jealous at that time."

Isma frowned, who did Shafira mean, what was it about Zahra.

Isma shook her head, it would be questioned later, Frans would probably explain without being asked.

"I think I misunderstood, but when I saw you too, you seemed happy to be with that woman, maybe I no longer misunderstood, she said, you guys are happy and I'm disappointed because it's because I think you've completely forgotten me."

Frans lowered his head, why should that be what Shafira saw and why the woman did not meet him directly and asked for clarity.

"Frans, I miss you, I want to come back to you, but I'm late because there's him, but I finally know he's nobody to you and I'm so happy to hear that, and I'm so happy to hear that, but Frans my steps are so stupid just because I misunderstood it I immediately wanted to kill myself."

Isma shook her head, Frans's voice grew more and more indistinct, her body trembling withstanding her current cries.

Isma grabbed the paper and read the next verse, just let Frans be able to hear it well.

"I'm not strong anymore, the result of my stupidity seems to make me lose you forever, please find my family and apologize to them for my stupid attitude, please tell Zahra I thank her for helping me, this time I am not going to go back and remember Frans that I am waiting for you in the next life, where maybe God will unite us in a beautiful frame without separation."

Frans again crying, the body of Shafira who was still in front of him became a witness to the tears destroyed Frans figure.

Isma kept her letter she hugged Frans, all has happened and certainly according to the decree of fate, Frans must not be destroyed because of this all.