The Shackles of Love are Lying
The dawn is You

Obviously I know, because it was the name given to a little baby mother who was born Bu Rahmah, asiaten the household of Mama Papa, which we have considered as our own family.

There is no name, for the preparation of the presence of the tiny baby. Mama who already had a name stash gave it to him. Aina Aulia Mecca, the name for my sister-to-be who was never born into the world.

Because her husband joined Papa to go outside the island, Mama was the one who accompanied the delivery of Bu Rahmah. Unintentionally, I also took part in welcoming his presence. On Mama's orders, I was asked to punish my newborn sister. The first voice he heard was my voice. Hehe ... What I've been waiting for her presence, even though it wasn't from my mother's womb.

When I saw his face, it was as if I knew him. It turned out that she was a tiny baby born in the middle of my family.

It's a shame we had to split up because papa moved to another city. While Ms Rahma followed her husband back to her village.

After 18 years of separation, I never thought I'd see each other. And now she has grown into a very sweet and innocent adult girl.

“Call aja Mas, like a small time first.”

“We've met Om Mas?”

“Kok Om Mas Hotel. Just Mas.”

“Oh yes sorry, Oo... Mas.” Almost slipped again, calling him “Om” again.

“Even Mas who waited for the time you were born, Mecca. Do you not remember. From birth to 3 years, you live in my papaku mama's house.”

“Oooo so yes. Definitely do not remember Mas, the age of so.”

"You heard that story."

"Hehehe .. no" he replied with a perfect smile to the point that his teeth were visible. Really honest, no burden. Making Najib's heart gnarly ....

“Now deliver Mas to your house. I miss Miss Rahmah.”

Flass

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That was the beginning of my reunion with my little sister. Almost every day I come to his house to see the development of his wounds. And whether now he can walk normally or not.

Mr. Rahman who saw our familiarity, became restless. Because she is the only daughter and is very guarded in the family. All this time he had severely restricted the person he was visiting to see his daughter. No matter if it was me, his little master just now. He immediately asked me for firmness.

I don't deny that there's a vibration that's starting to grow in my soul. This mistake?

He came with the dawn that I always expected to rise. To end my night at the peak of concentration. So there's no color left for my day tomorrow, if this breath still blows.

A gentle light, radiating shyly as if to uncover my nature full of lush leaves of lara cover, which has made me fall in a dream expanse that is getting farther and farther from the word sakinah.

The light that always kunanti in order to wake me from the cradle that washed away this vain wishful thinking. What I can't deny, it's whackin' me in grief.

If I can't end my night, then allow myself Lord, to enjoy the dawn of this kidzim with gratitude.

“Nak Najib, if you come here just to visit, please do not frequent. Anyway She's a woman who will probably expect more, if Najib's son gives more attention.”

“Ya Father. I understand what Father means. If possible, I would like to marry Dik Aina.”

“Will you convey Nak Najib's intentions to Aina. But please don't hurt him. Happy him as we make him happy.”

“God willing, Mr.”

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Now you are by my side, my wife. Even if you are not sure about me yet, give me time to give you a reason that I deserve your love.

I really hope that you will shed this confidence in the meaning of this fragile belief in the ark of true and meaningful love, which I have been hard to find.

I hope this taste grows stronger for you. So that there's no more doubt about me.

Let it be, what is my problem, that is my problem. I just hope you can trust me that I am able to solve my problems with Sheza, without hurting you.

I cannot deny that the storm, now feels closer.

Can I kiss you for a moment. So that I may reveal that in my soul, there is a longing for you. There is a prayer that I would like to express to a name that is now in my heart.

Najib put a small touch on Aina's cheek, which was sleeping on her side. While whispering softly.

"Darling, I'm sorry I haven't been able to be honest with you."

It did not feel like their trip had arrived in front of the apartment.

“Honey, it's up.”

Aina was awake when she felt something touching her. Aina blinked her eyes for a moment, to adjust her eyes to the light rays in the car that suddenly lit up.

“Mas. We where?”

“In apartment Mas.”

Vivaagh ... He yawned, closing his mouth quickly. It was not enough rest that he felt, even though during the trip he was asleep.

“Sorry.”

Najib smiled at him.

“Alhamdulillah, it has arrived.”

The two got out of the car, moving their bodies for a moment before stepping. Najib opened the front door, grabbing the body of Iza who was still fast asleep. Lovingly put his head on his shoulders. While stroking his back gently. Not to disturb his sleep. Because he seemed to be enjoying his dream.

“Come us into.”

"He ... uh," said Aina with her mouth shut, preventing the desire to yawn again. There is still residual sleepiness that until now has not disappeared from him.

By taking the elevator they headed to the seventh floor.

Ting ...

They were already on the floor they were heading to. Aina followed Najib's steps, down a quiet passageway towards his residence. With a card, the door was opened.

"السلام علينا، وعلى عباد الله الصالحين,"

aina said softly as she entered the room, making Najib smile. He who had gone in, forgot to say.

A moment Aina watched the surroundings. A room that is quite spacious, neatly arranged with luxury and elegant items. Looks very comfortable to live in.

Najib headed for a room under the stairs. Intentions want to take Iza to his room. But why did Aina keep following him.

“Honey, our room is above.”

“Oh. But I want to see this room too.”

A room designed specifically for children. With beautiful garden wallpaper and rainbow. And the pink clouds. It is complete with a bed that blends with the playground, slorotan and stairs.

Mas Najib has prepared everything for Iza here. How much did she love him?