The Shackles of Love are Lying
From Where?

Half-running, Najib stepped closer to the shadow, and hugged it with trembling hands.

“What's up, Mas?” Aina completely confused herself with Najib's attitude. Moreover, it felt the melt of tears on his shoulders.

“Im sorry Mas, Darling.”

Although his heart wondered, but Aina let a moment Najib to do so. Until she was sure her husband was calmer.

“What is this? It's like breaking up in love.”

Najib raised his head while laughing blandly. Given that Aina knew nothing, but could say that. Najib sat Aina on the sofa. Then he spread his head over his wife's lap. I don't know, right now he wants to be pampered.

“One more time mas sorry, Darling.”

He looked at his wife's eyeballs. Yang had already managed to repel the gloom felt just a moment ago, changing into the calmness he was currently hoping for.

“Can I know, what should I forgive, Mas?”

From the beginning Aina had already felt that there was something in their relationship. But every time she asked, always her husband managed to convince her that the prejudice should not be obeyed.

“Yes. You can know. Even entitled to know. Because this is our problem.”

“If it's just a matter of Mas coming out tonight maybe I can understand. Maybe Mas had a good reason to wait until I fell asleep. And I shouldn't be angry. Or maybe there is something else that has made me doubt myself. Because from the beginning Mas never told about the Mas family, about the life of Mas. I just give you a piece. To the point that I'm really curious who you are, Mas.”

Not wanting Najib to linger to keep a lie to Aina, if there was another woman in his heart besides him. But, again he could not imagine something that would happen to their relationship if Aina knew.

“But you have to promise, will not leave me, whatever circumstances I want to convey later.”

Aina stopped the movement of her palm that gently caressed her husband's head.

How could her husband say that. As if to doubt his submission and sincerity in building the value of love.

The more he got here, the more Aina was confused by Najib's words. Why not just to the point. To make everything clear.

“Some say honesty will bring us closer to heaven. The lies will lead us to hell. At least if I'm honest it's better, even if it hurts. Than we seem to be fine even though we are walking on a lie. All will be very painful when it is dismantled.”

“Yes, I also understand you. Sometimes being honest takes courage. Moreover will hurt our loved ones.”

“You mean?”

“I love you too much.”

Aina was speechless. Happy of course. And anyone would feel the same way if the words were spoken from a halal lover who is already entitled to be heard his appeal, responded to his attention, cared for his existence.

“For that reason, Mas acted stupidly by constantly lying to me. Including leaving without telling me. Fear of being caught yes ..”

For some reason discussing something with Aina, it seems to be light huh ... Even to forget what to say. Not because of fear of being discovered, but more because of the funny thing. But, this one that made me even more afraid of not being able to dive into his heart. He could hide his feelings.

“Im sorry, Darling! Mas afraid you got hurt.”

Najib still stared intensely at the lover's face in dim lighting. He did not stop wiping his hair, unraveling the burden that made this chest tight.

“Who did you meet just now? What's Sheza, Iza's mother?”

“Yes, I'm sorry. I met him without taking you.”

His breath was blowing hard, sounding painful. And instantly stopped the rubbing of his hand between his hair.

Guilty Najib clasped his fingers. Feeling the vibration, as well as the cold temperature of Aina's palm that was stuck to her skin.

“Honey, don't get mad!”

“Sure she's special. Until Mas has to meet him night-night.”

“She's my mother Iza. She wants to know the state of her daughter.”

Aina closed her eyes and remained silent for how long while exhaling softly. She really wanted to organize her heart that suddenly felt claustrophobic

“She can come here, meet her. Without having to send Mas there, right?”

Although her speech was gentle yet I could feel that she was angry.

“You've seen for yourself, how Iza reacts when she meets her mother. He's very scared. No?”

That's a reality that Aina can't deny.

“May I close my eyes for a moment. I'm really tired.”

Aina tried to get up, wanted to go back to the room, but was restrained, while Najib's head would not move from his lap. Even more pressing as if prohibiting him from getting off the sofa.

“Honey, can be jealous. But don't hurt yourself with your jealousy.”

“Good.” Aina had to give up. He sat back. And let Najib put his head on his lap.

“I was wrong, met his mother Iza without telling you.”

“This time I can forgive. But next time I don't know.”

Subhanallah, the threat is harsh. I haven't told you the truth yet, she's already closed the door to her heart. How ... Lah yes ... How does. Where should I start. I was worried that if he knew the truth, he would leave me. But, ready not to be ready I have to say it. It seems that I should use the prayer of the prophet Moses when facing Fir’aun.

ربي اشرخ لي صدري و يسرلي امري وأخلل عقدة من لساني يفقهوا قولي

But before, I had to Istighfar a lot. Because I am the guilty one.

“Tonight let me put it this way ... Meeting Sheza made myself mess up.” Najib is still on Aina's lap. Although Aina now did not care about herself much anymore.

“Mistakenly.”

I feel like his anger is starting to go away. Although I no longer felt the caress of his hand, but he let his hand pull and I put it on my chest.

“Honey, I want to say something to you. You don't get mad yeah ...”

“Au ah ... Most of all about Sheza. Ogah ah!”

If so, when can I be honest dong. Well, maybe not allowed yet, author.

(Whoiis ... Mak author brought-bawa😠)

Fortunately, the tension is over soon. When his daughter's door opened.

Hicks ... Hicks ..hiks ....

They stood up and approached him. Aina immediately grabbed and put in her carriage.

“Nightmare yes ..”

“Iya, Mother. Mama Sheza came, angered Iza,” he said softly with eyes still closed.

Aina immediately patted her shoulders slowly, so that she could be comfortable and sleep again.

“Already, it's okay. Sleep only.”

“Iza doesn't sleep alone. Takuuut ..”

“Sama Mama, Darling.”

“Sama Papa too,” he said clearly. Disappointed Najib. Moreover, Aina's gaze was begging as well. Who makes himself want to not have to nod.

He also took Iza's body, instead of holding his daughter. To be taken to the upper room. Personal room. Together with Aina who followed him from behind.