The Shackles of Love are Lying
Sheza Azzalea Naureen's

“What's up?” Najib asked as he touched his lips with a finger.

Want these lips to answer, but the touch has sealed this common sense to find words.

There was a tremor that he now felt, making his body warm up. So that it unknowingly carries itself on an incomprehensible wave.

He was completely stunned, with his wistful gaze courting, wrapped in amorous desire.

“Sama, I also.” His face is getting closer. But he just smiled, then closed. Without wanting to parse out what I saw at a glance.

“Sleep!” the door seemed to ignore what was mastering it. Or is this what he wants me to get more and more lulled into all of this.

Ah .. why do I want more touch. My concern seemed to be answered. His burly hands pulled this body in his arms. There is a matching rhythm sounding very clear and real from behind the thick skin of his halal lover. Does he feel the same?

Aina looked up at Najib's face. His eyes were still closed, but spoke softly in these ears.

“Enjoy only.”

Yes, just enjoy this anxiety until this body understands itself. He remained motionless, trying to close his eyes as his girlfriend had asked him to, though it was very difficult.

Embarrassedly, he looked back at his eternal lover's face. Without purpose, these eyes also collide.

“Mas, no sleep?”

He didn't answer. Only her hands were unceasingly stroking this hair gently.  Occasionally play the eyebrows and also the hair that covers his forehead.

“Honey, already memorized his prayer?”

“Already?”

This must be a prayer written in our marriage book.

“I guided ya?”

Aina nodded.

بِسْمِ اللهِ العِلِيِّ العَظِيْمِ، اَللَّهُمَّ اجْعَلْهُ ذُرِّيَّةً طَيِّبَةً إِنْ قَدَّرْتَ أَنْ تَخْرُجَ مِنْ صُلْبِيْ، اَللَّهُمَّ جَنِّبْنِي

الشَّيْطَانَ وَجَنِّبِ الشَّيْطَانَ مَا رَزَقْتَنِيْ

That is, “In the name of Allah the Most High, the Most Great. My Lord, make him a good descendant if you do not let him out of my spine. My Lord, keep me away from the devil, and keep the devil away from the seed of the fetus that you bestowed on me.”

In the end he clasped this hand tightly. As if to say,”Darling, you are mine.”

Yes yes yes .... 💖💖💖💖💖

There's nothing wrong with believing in him, to have me completely.

🌟

In office

Since the incident that warm night, Najib always wanted to go home. Want to meet the puja soon. Were it not for the accumulated work, it would have immediately run away to meet him. Patience ... Love is not going anywhere. People are still at home. Checks ... Checks ...

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Wa aleikum greetings.”

Nach, he's still in his place.

While researching the reports that piled up on his desk, it was still a time to call home. Just a fad, in order to break down the longing that is currently passionate. Until he realized that someone entered his room without knocking on the door. A woman who was now sitting on the sofa, watched him closely.

“Kak Najib!” The woman finally voiced in a high tone. Lost patience, already 10 minutes in front of him, no response. Ask for news or anything, as long as it is not ignored like this.

Najib looked up, looking at the man who had thrown away all his longing for his girlfriend who had now run away from nowhere. Probably hiding in his deeper wishful thinking. Dodge from a beautiful face, slim body, hair a little curly and black shoulder to shoulder, charming smile with dimples. There are no words to describe the beauty of God's creation. But at this moment all that was seen was the aura that made him annoyed and angry. Because his arrival was very disturbing.

“Tumben remember home?” sahut's cold.

Instantly the woman fell silent.

“I'm not here to discuss something like that. It's a work problem.”

“Kak Najib ..” Not perfect to speak, already cut it. So obnoxious. Making his face reddened with anger.

“Sorry Bu Sheza, here there is no Kak Najib yes,” Najib said coldly.

“ Okay, Dear Mr. Mahardika Najib. I'm here to ask, how is it possible that the company will advance if the leader likes to come late.”

“Thank you Miss Sheza for your attention. I have coordinated it with my staff. It does not affect the running of the company. Lately it has been quite increasing. I can see in the finance section.”

“Do you want to know why I like being late?”

He gave no pause at all so Sheza could answer.

“That's because Mom is negligent with the task of Mom.”

Najib looked at Sheza with perfectly rounded eyes, his index finger pointing straight at Sheza.

“I don't like to hear the reason.”

Yeah, because the reason is that I took your daughter first before I went to the office. Not to mention if you do not want to go to school, for fear of being bullied by his friends. By saying he's an Orphan. Always take Papa, without Mama next to him. Especially at events that require parents to attend both.

“If you do not like my leadership, please bring it to the general meeting of shareholders. Let me get fired.”

How would you fire him. He is the highest shareholder in the company.

“Kok quiet! Mother Sheza Azzalea Naureen bint Arya Wiguna.”

If you have mentioned his name like this, it means that it is a sign that he is really angry.

Though in the past Najib was very eager to mention the full name with love, in moments of sacred meaning, which is when the ijab qobul that has long been buried in his deepest heart. Baby it's just wishful thinking. The name was indeed able to speak on his lips but with a deep wound, scratching his mind until it bled. Get angry! That's certain. But sorry, that's what I wanted, so that everything could be fine.

For now, she calls it for Sheza to remember that she has a family that still loves her. And remember the bond that still exists between the two.

But not Sheza's name if you can't ignore the deep calling of a Najib, her husband. Even he would definitely fight. Lose win .. must win.

“Alright, according to your suggestion. Our shares are not much different.”

“I wait.”

Najib went back to the files in front of him.

“What is all that mom wants to tell me,” she said without taking her eyes off.

“Iza how?” his voice was a bit softer than when he first spoke.

Najib looked up and stopped his work staring at Sheza with a sad face. Thankfully, she still remembers her daughter.

“She is fine,” she replied softly.

Najib noticed Sheza as looking exhausted. No matter how angry he was, he had no power to just spill. Especially in the woman of the man whom he greatly respects and cares for.

“What you were earlier directly here.”

“Iya.”

“Go home. Your body needs rest.”

“I'm sorry, Brother.”

He was silent and did not want to answer. Because it is free, tomorrow also repeated again. He also kept himself busy again.

Unbeknownst to them, one of his secretaries had been standing for a long time beside the door. Waiting patiently, to see his boss.

After being considered somewhat subsided, he also ventured to enter.

“Sorry, Sir. I want to deliver this. Custody of Ibu Aina.”

One small bushel in his right hand immediately he placed it on the table.

“Where's mom?”Unlike usual, he always delivered it himself. We can enjoy eating together in a family like we are at home. But today, why be left out?

“I don't know. He went straight away with Miss Iza.”