The Shackles of Love are Lying
Rooms

Should I be jealous of him.But ... Deserve it. She's a little girl. The little girl who stole all her love. He deserves to be loved not to be envied let alone hated.

“What's up?”

“No. This room is really beautiful. I can't believe I prepared everything. Includes room for him.”

Najib could only smile blandly, hearing his wife's words. Soft on the lips, but lying if the heart is not pinched. His words must have been born out of jealousy.

“Iya. It's been a long time since Iza wanted me to come to this house someday. Living with Mas. Didn't expect that desire along with the mas to bring you here. Do you mind.”

Should I reconcile with my race that began to be disturbed by his presence. Not jealous of him, but ... I don't know. I can't define it.

“What right do I have to object to Mas's decision. And also why I don't accept it. She's too sweet to be jealous. But ... I'm just afraid, if what I think is not just him.”

Najib pondered for a moment, digesting what he had just heard. He looked at his wife with a very soft smile and also with all his taste by tucking the question that made his heart disturbed. Does Mecca know that anyone other than her has the right to Iza and me, too? Even though we are difficult together at the moment. I still like to walk alone. We forget what it means to be together in a household.

Or does that mean something else?

“Mas don't know what you mean? Do you want another child too?”

Hmmm .. let it get bigger. Salah himself quipped things that I currently do not want to discuss.

Nach, he's a dumbass. Don't blame me, blame yourself for always wanting to know. Do you know, if it's gonna hurt you.

Talking to Mecca does have to think extra. His words seemed to trap me. But okay ....

“What mas want to make our house into an orphanage?”

Nach kan .. is really confusing.

“Oh no. Mas just imagine it's our kids, Dear Mecca.”

Ih ... Why is he the one who falls into his trap.

With a frown, Aina immediately came out. Leaving happy smiling Najib.

Aina immediately headed upstairs. There are some rooms that are still closed. Which room does her husband mean? He doesn't know.

Aina had to open the room one by one. The one that is now in front of him. This is the library room. He closed it back up.

Only at the second door did he find the room in question. A room that is quite spacious and organized. Aina sat down on the edge of the bed, watching every corner of the room. Looks cozy. What a beautiful nuance. The entire wall is painted in white, but with a grayish decoration in every corner and pole. General choice of a man. Showing the true personality of Najib. Quiet, full of mystery and hardworking.

Furniture for women is also available. Almari with some women's clothing that is still wrapped in plastic and also a dressing table. Is that for him?

For a moment he sat on the edge of the bed. Want to continue his dream. The night was too long. But these eyes no longer want to be closed.

The big, soft and luxurious bed could not seduce his eyes to return closed.

Meanwhile, Najib still patted Iza's back gently until he was sure that Iza had returned soundly in his dream. Not to forget, Najib blew his crown for a moment with a prayer before leaving it.

He followed Aina upstairs.

“Assalamualaikum ..” he said as he opened his room door.

There's no answer. Ah, maybe Aina's asleep. He went straight in. No woman found there. I just heard water from her bathroom. A moment later, an inexhaustible woman came out to tease him. Especially at this time, his face looked extremely fresh, revealing his natural beauty. Make these eyes that a moment ago so sleepy, awake again.

He propped up his chin watching carefully the owner of the face of ayu who was now taking the face. He's so calm. Until he turned around, his eyes clashed with mine. Which immediately made him bow and blush in embarrassment.

“Barusan. What my wife did in there to the point of not realizing her husband had come.”

“Sorry Mas. It feels so bad this body. Shower all, let's sleep comfortably.”

“Tak what. Do you want to pray?”

“Ya, if Mas Allow.”

“Bby. I also want to take a shower. Let seger.”

“I prepare a change of clothes, can?”

Who will resist if they get extra attention. Especially from my beloved wife.

“Masya Allah, that's something for Mas. Very permissible, my dear wife.”

Having a husband who likes to be competitive is funny, fun and adorable. But sometimes it's also annoying if you don't see a place. Poor me, that's for sure. Fortunately, it was in the room. There's no one but the two of us.

While Najib went to the bathroom, Aina prepared a dress that was suitable for sleeping. He was looking for pajamas, but he was not found. He had to take the shirt and the holster. I hope it's true. There seems to be less ... She also took Koko's clothes, who knew her husband wanted to pray as well.

Just wearing a mukena, Najib was out of the bathroom.

“Wait. We're Jamaah, Honey.” Najib immediately put on the clothes he had prepared.

Astaghfirullah al - adzim. This is a shameless man. Change clothes in front of me. Fortunately, I had prepared a glove that he immediately wore before wearing other clothes. It's more closed than it looks what I don't want to see. He could run away scared.

Even though I'm his wife, I feel ashamed to see something open in front of my eyes. My holy eyes are stained. Hehe ....

“What's up?”

Always so, he acted as if without sin. Aina immediately turned her eyes.

“Oh, sorry. If it bothers you.”

Yes ... It's finished just talking.

“Ngaak anything kok.”

“Tomorrow again I I changed in the bathroom.”

“No-no. We are halal.” Aina smiled at the dikulum, willing to blame who ... At that moment, he was shocked and stunned. But after being neat, he could not deny, if the man who was halal for him was so handsome and charming.

“ Thank goodness, if you already understand.” Najib kept his smile behind his perfectly rounded eyes. He knew that his wife had been watching him since he came out of the bathroom.

My wife is so funny .. limited edition seems like.

Both of them immediately stood up to perform a light sunah prayer before going to bed.

Body tired, the time is still long for the journey of the moon showed itself that shines beautifully illuminate nature. It was appropriate for her to drown herself in a dream. But back it can't be done.

He glanced at the figure that now looked closed beside him. It feels so envious. Why he is sound but he is not. Turning her back, uncomfortable. It was facing the ceiling, not comfortable. Facing him, it's getting uncomfortable. Makes his heart beat fast.

“Mecca, you can't sleep, honey?”

He smiled, looking at the handsome face that was now looking at him affectionately. He also nodded.