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THE SHACKLES OF LOVE ARE LYING

"Mother Father, may I take Dik Aina to the city" Mahardika Najib told the person sitting in front of her. Parents who have now entered the age of twilight, with a frail body and hair is perfectly bleached.

"She's your wife, it's your right to take her wherever you go."

"Mr ...." The veiled woman beside him looked at him heartily, there was a sense of sadness hidden behind his calmness.

Not that she did not want to follow the man who is now her husband, but there are doubts that are still on her mind. About who he really is.

Not much was said by his parents when Najib interrupted him. They just said,

"Nduk, he is the son of a friend and the boss of the father first while in the region. Descendants are well and well established. I don't think there's any reason you should turn him down."

"Mr, but Aina has never thought in that direction. Aina still wants to be filial with Father Mother."

Mr. Rokhman sighed and smiled.

"This man is old. One unfulfilled duty, marry you and see you happy. You want to help you fulfill your duties, don't you?"

After staying for a long time, Aina nodded her head.

"Thank you, Nduk. You helped Father."

The wedding also took place. Now she is legally a wife. But it still feels reluctant to accept him as a husband entirely. Maybe because until now has not grown a sense in his heart.

Aina was still lowered, silent without a sound. Confused by what he thought. If he may choose, may marry but not be separated from his mother. Accompany them to the end of life. But it is also not good if she refuses her husband to live together in one house.

"Mr, Aina is confused."

The old man sitting in front of him also let out a long sigh.

"Nwbt ... Your husband has more right. Follow him ... What people say when they see you and your husband living apart. Don't you want to see your mother's father calm down?"

"Have your sister, Rosyid here, you don't have to worry. Go away, honor the one who loves you" The woman sitting beside her Father urged him.

"Alright, Aina will go with Mas Najib."

"That's my son. Let this be an immeasurable reward for us as parents for guiding their children to be devoted to their husbands. Don't think about us. You're happy, Father Mother must be happy."

"Aina will get ready first, Father Mother."

"Yes, Sana. You also want to prepare the merchandise for tomorrow."

There was a happy smile on the face of Mr. Rohman's mother. They felt calm after Aina was willing to comply with their wishes and her husband. Go to the city, where Najib lives and build a business.

They immediately went to the kitchen with a better heart at this time. To prepare the products they will sell tomorrow.

While Aina followed by her husband immediately got up also from the seat, to the room next to the guest room. The room is not how big and simple, but neat and save a lot of memories.

Arriving in the room, he did not go to the closet or place that shows other storage areas, but to the edge of the bed that is not how big but enough to sleep together. Sitting pensively, silent without sound.

"Aina Aulia Mecca, honey. I'm sorry, yes..." A soft, gentle whisper of a Najib in the ear of his wife that looks so sweet in her eyes.

There was no reaction, he still remained silent, even now his face was getting sadder. At first glance he saw a clear melt in the corner of his wife's eyes.

"Cry, just don't change your decision, honey." He held Aina in his chest.

"Come, Mas. Aina's really still heavy."

"If you're heavy, then how. Cook your heart, let the mas lonely. Married but as if still alone, no friends to tell stories or just joking. If you are not ready to 'touch', you know. Because we are still learning to love each other. Yeah ... Think of it as dating. Kan assayik ... After all, you are not in a hurry, you have to do it. The important thing is not to leave it."

It feels better now, after being able to vent his emotions on the chest of the husband. There was a whirl of happiness sweeping his soul with the attitude of Najib, her gentle and quite understanding husband with his indulgence.

It would not hurt if from now on, he gave his full trust to her.

Aina pulled her head and wiped her remaining tears. He smiled, wanting to get down but still reluctant.

He stood looking up at the closet, but there was no such thing.

"In the shoe cabinet, the top."

"Oh ...."

He immediately headed for the place, then took out a bag that was still folded neatly.

While Aina headed for the wardrobe, pick out clothes that are worth carrying.

"Not to be taken by all. Just as necessary. If it's less, buy it there."

"Next ah ... I don't like to buy so, it often doesn't fit the size. Taste the sewing yourself."

"That's good," he replied as he fixed the bag to be ready for use.

He looked at the pile of clothes that Aina had just taken out.

"This is all you make yourself?"

"Hehehe. Don't insult it ...."

"It's good. The color selection is also good."

"You design yourself?"

Aina smiled faintly, then nodded.

"God, I just found out that my wife has something extraordinary."

Not all the clothes he brought. There are some sheets that are deliberately left in case you want to go home and stay overnight. So no need to bother anymore.

All the clothes Aina had put in, the bag was also sealed. Then she placed the bag near her little dresser.

"Nose sleep first ... I'm gonna help mom."

"With eyes like that?"

His eyes still looked puffy, his cry marks had not disappeared either.

"Yes dech ... Aina wash her face first."

Her timid attitude went away from him, making him smile to himself. Aina Aulia Mecca, my wife ....

Then she pretended to be asleep before Aina came out of the bathroom.

Aina looked towards where her sleeping husband was, she smiled. Didn't know that her husband was so quick to build a dream.

"Aina help mom first, Mom." He whispered softly looking at the face that now looked calm.

If it wasn't for pretending, he might have replied, "Yes, honey." Now he could only answer it with a wink behind his closed eyes.

When Aina opened the door, she also still saw it. She smiled knotingly looking at him away from the corner of her eyes that pretended to be asleep.

Shortly after, Najib felt his phone shake.

"Assalamualaikum, what's wrong Mbok?"

"Sorry, Den. Miss Iza is sick."

"Sheza where?"

"Den Sheza's been gone since the afternoon."