I WANT YOUR HUSBAND
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Ezza and Icha's family just got home for dinner. Surprisingly, before getting off the car Icha looks unsettled.

"What's up, Cha?" ask Ezza who is aware of Icha's unusual attitude.

"There's no need to pick up the phone."

"Jeez."

Melly, Mama Icha knocked on the windshield of the car where her son was sitting. "Which room is Zahra?" ask Melly as soon as Icha opens the car door.

"Corn, Mah. He likes the one in the corner that nobody touches." Icha pointed to Zahra's room right across the parking lot.

"Geez you, this,"

"I don't think we're home yet, Mah. The room is still dark. Icha try the phone from earlier also can't."

Ezza frowned at the sight of Icha who was still lingering in the car. His hands are still busy with HP and continue to struggle calling 'Si Curut'.bEzza a little curious as well as want to prove that what Icha calls 'mort' is true Zahra or not.

It was a long time until Ezza decided to get off the car immediately but his movement was stifled. Suddenly Icha was nagging with someone on the other end of the phone.

"Hello, Hito? If you want to go, go, get married. What else is Zahra? You said he was a barbarian yourself. I'm sure that's your worst sentence for eight years dating Zahra. You think Zahra's not looking for a way to heal? You should...," Icha took a breath while making sure of something by looking at the screen of her mobile phone, "hello? Huh hello? Matted? Basic massage!"

"Icha ...," said Ezza who had held his breath listening to Icha's words.

"Amit-amit," said Icha still with eyes that have not been separated from the screen of his mobile phone.

"You are amit-amit." Ezza got out of the car while shaking his head. Her cousin, known as the quiet woman, turned out to be more fierce than she expected.

One thing was troubling Ezza. The scurvy is not Zahra. The Curut and Zahra eight years? Zahra's trying to heal? Who the fuck is this guy actually. Ezza shook his head. He tried to stop thinking about it. When did he start to become interested in other people's lives.

Icha and Ezza left the parking lot, headed to the front of the house. The two pairs of eyes caught the figure Icha and Ezza had just thought of. Zahra stood at the door of Icha's house.

"Zahra..," half-running Icha directly hugged Zahra. For two years they have not met.

Zahra who realized there was Ezza there immediately nodded slightly with a smile, a sign of greeting.

"Where are you from?" ask Icha with a worried tone.

"What is this, asked Melly, who appeared behind the door. " Who is this? Zahra?"

"How are you, Auntie?" Zahra kissed the back of Melly's hand and welcomed her warm embrace.

"Alhamdulillah, fine. Haven't seen you in a long time. Last saw you when you were in college."

"Guarde time, Aunt."

"Oh yes. Zahra kurusan huh? Well, how are you?"

"Thank God be good, Auntie," replied Zahra who inexplicably made Ezza stop his way just to hear the answer. "Oh yeah, this is a little ...," Zahra thrust a box of cookies in her right hand at Melly.

"It's a bother," cried Melly.

"No, Auntie. Oh yes Cha, please this is for Ezza's house. Not good with semalem ngrepotin."

"What's Ezza doing for his house?" Icha laughing.

"Ish." Zahra pinched the plan of her best friend. "Make the Ezza family."

"He lives alone."

****

Two o'clock in the morning. Ezza woke up thirsty. Ezza walked into the kitchen to wet his dry throat. The kitchen is always located in the back room, where there is a window that directly faces the direction of the index rooms.

Sipping a glass of water, Ezza's eyes caught one unusual thing through the slightly blotted curtain slit. Ezza tried to make sure of something. He came out through the back door. Right, one room door is open. That's Zahra's room.

Ezza decided to approach, ensuring the situation was unfolding. Almost nearing Ezza's doorstep the shortest saw Zahra coming out of the room.

"Oh Ezza." Zahra was shocked not to play. Zahra's gaze was confused to find Ezza's figure there.

Zahra exited the room with her left hand clutching the laptop and holding a can of soft drinks. Zahra's right hand carefully closed the door.

"I guess the door forgot to close or something happened" Ezza said. He was worried that Zahra had misunderstood.

"Ah... I couldn't sleep so go in. take it." Zahra glanced at her laptop. "In Icha again sleep. I'm afraid to disturb."

"If this is even the real Icha bothers."

Zahra smile. The two walked closer to the gazebo. Actually Ezza was following Zahra, unknowingly. "Did I remember wrongly? Isn't it Sunday?" ezza muttered as he saw some paper splattered on the gazebo.

"I forgot what day it is." Zahra smiled as she put down her laptop and tidied up some of the paper.

"Workaholics?"

"Is that some kind of compliment? Maybe another word for diligent?"

"I'm not too sure if there's such a compliment" Ezza said with a smile. "I'm sorry then." In response to that, Zahra simply nodded. "Oh yeah, thanks for the cake."

"Together."

****

The afternoon was over with Ezza and his mother, Icha approaching Zahra. Several times, he tapped on Zahra's room with no response. The suspicious Icha tries to open Zahra's room with a spare key.

"Don't be disturbed first, maybe it's resting" said Ezza trying to hold Icha.

"Zahra slept from six o'clock in the morning until now almost three o'clock, not yet awake. What's natural?"

"So she's not sleeping."

"Why don't I know?"

"You're sleeping."

"I have to open it." Icha opens Zahra's room and barges in. Followed by Melly. Ezza was just standing in the doorway.

"Zahra, let's get up!" Icha slightly shook both shoulders of Zahra. Zahra remained unmoved, even if it was repeated several times.

"Emm. I have to sleep, Cha," Zahra responded without opening her eyes.

"You're okay, right?"

"I don't want to be a barbarian. I have to sleep." Zahra replied in a slow and slow tone. He is not really aware of what is being said.

"No. You are not barbaric. Who said it? Hito's?"

"Cutter, razor, knife, scissors, until the fork I threw. I have to sleep so I don't do anything."

Ezza who accidentally saw the trash can outside, realized everything Zahra mentioned before was indeed there.

Icha suspected Zahra of taking sleeping pills. This has been repeated several times. And Icha knows that. "You taking sleeping pills again? How many?"

"Two or three, maybe four. I was in a hurry, not counting it. I'm going to sleep."

Icha finds Zahra's sleeping pills and immediately disposes of them. Everyone there, Ezza and Melly are shocked by what just happened. Ezza was more confused and shocked than anyone.

Ezza had just realized that Zahra, who had been smiling a lot, was keeping a sad secret. Zahra who looks tough and fun, is actually a weak woman. Zahra who is loved and cared for by Icha and Melly is still trying to love herself.

Icha closed the door from the outside and locked it as before. He made it seem as if nothing had happened during Zahra's sleep.

"Mama, Ezza, please pretend you don't know about this. Icha is afraid that Zahra will find out she's not comfortable here." The mature side of Icha suddenly came to the surface. "Don't you have a psychiatrist?"

"What's Zahra..,"

"Self harm, Ma" said Icha. "Zahra tends to hurt himself in certain situations. Secretly."

"Oh well, Mama will ask again. Zahra's never been to a psychiatrist?" Melly asked Icha with a worried face.

"Udah, Ma but he's blissful, not going on."

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