The Shackles of Love are Lying
Jealousy and Awareness

Every time I wanted to tell Aina the truth, why was it always so hard. He who seemed sincere gave up his love for me and loved my daughter, made me not bear to hurt her.  If I could be honest, I could never say it. Let everything go as it is, before I can decide, what is best for the three of us.

Najib looked at the two women who were now soundly sleeping beside him, before he closed his eyes.

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This morning was peaceful. Aina seemed to no longer remember their conversation last night. As usual, he gave his best smile when he opened his eyes, also when he helped him put a tie around his neck.

“Mas may be home a little night. There's something I want to do. You're okay, right?”

“What's wrong?”

“There's someone you have to meet?”

“Sheza?”

It turns out he still has suspicions. I guess no matter what reason I give, there's no way to get rid of her suspicions.

“Yes, something I haven't finished last night.”

I don't want to sweep away the bright light that just came out of her face. I want to be honest. But when the gray fog began to come over, to fade the thin smile that I want to always enjoy, I seemed to want to curse, why do not I just lie. Yes that's ... Farthest.

“Honey's okay, right?” I don't want her to be jealous even though she deserves it.

“Or Darling to come. Let you guys have a chat?”

 “No-no.”

“Why?” Najib looked at the face that still looked clouded.

“I really feel a jealous heart yes ...” Tempting. But Aina remained silent.

“Honey, I like you jealous. That means, there's a reason for me to keep our feelings in the distance.” Najib stared fixedly at the bead of the woman's eyes that was now right in front of him. Instantly made that face flutter and bowed in embarrassment.

“I'm sorry, Mas!”

On one hand, he admitted that he was currently jealous. On the other hand, she could not shy away from her husband's current charm.

Aina quickly put a tie on Najib. So that he can avoid the pounding of his heart that sometimes racing irregularly, when looking directly with Mas husband.

When she finished, Aina immediately ran, going out of the room.

“Hai! Why run away, honey. I have not thanked you,” he said as he reached for the hand of his halal woman.

“Maaasss ..”

At first, he only wanted to give a small peck on his cheek, as a token of gratitude for having helped him pair the tie. But because Mecca yelled, she inevitably turned the kiss on her seductive lips.

For some reason, the lips are now an opium for him when he wants to express his affection for his halal lover. Especially if Aina welcomes him and responds with all her heart and feelings, making this soul desire instantly want to take him in the sea of love.

They just stopped when the room door sounded on tap.

“Already ah, Mas!” Aina shouted softly, as her hands pushed my body away from her.

“Later tonight yes ...”

No answer from his lips. It was just that his eyes were round, looking at me half-angry and grumbling. A moment later lowered his head, blushing with a blushing face. Who doesn't know if it's a sign of agreement.

Najib opened the door immediately, before the master with the fingers lost his temper. Just one or two beats, to stop their activity that almost continues.

He had guessed who was standing behind the door. The little girl with her hair tied in two small ribbons at the ends. In a white uniform with a checkered blezzer that is semotive with her skirt. There is a small headscarf that is still in his hands. Who else if not Iza, my little princess.

“Asianikkk ... My bad luck took me to school. All holidays , Pa.” Instead of feeling sad, he instead shouted in excitement when he saw the clockwork of the wall had shifted a few minutes from their usual departure.

“Lah, kok happy .. later not pinter-pinter dong If not school.” Aina looked softly at her little girl who now seemed to smile perfectly, until her eyes closed, until the dimples Pipit looked real. Accompanied by a crisp laugh in the ear.

After being satisfied, he revealed his reason with a sad face.

“Iza. At school, I was always making fun of my friends. They said, Orphans. Iza is angry ... Though Iza has complete parents.”

“Why should care what they say if it's not true. Kan, indeed Iza has mama Sheza and Papa ..”

Iza was impatient with Aina's words. He shouted out loudly, “I only have papa.  Papa Najib! Mama Sheza is not Mama Iza. Mama Sheza nasty!”

“Do not do that Dear. Anyway Mama Sheza, she's still Iza's mom, huh Kan?” Intentions wanted to open her daughter's heart a little. But where could his words understand Iza. It even makes the Iza frown.

Iza seemed to be uncomfortable with Aina's words just now. He also took her Papa's hand. He looked at her pleading with a very sweet smile. Who doesn't know what it means. In addition to wanting to be pampered, also shy away from the advice of Mama Aina. Could be, Hehehe ...

Aina realized that. And let her daughter indulge in her husband.

Najib immediately grabbed the small body into his carry. After Aina tidied up her little headscarf that covered almost her entire head, leaving her cute, sweet and adorable face.

On top of Najib's sling, he continued his action. Staring at Najib with a sulk

“What's up?”

“ When did I transfer Mama Papa to school.” A very pleasant request. Making Najib feel full, he took a quick glance at the woman who was now walking beside him with a smile.

“Mama Sheza or mama Aina?”

“Mama Sheza definitely does not want.”

“Then?”

Iza placed her lips against Najib's ears while pointing at Aina with her tiny finger. That made Najib smile.

“OK. Papa told Mama.”

“Mama Aina tagging Iza to school!” The command of the husband with a tone that does not accept rejection.

Lha ... Lha ... Lha ... Finally she was the one who had to be the mama for Iza. Aina can only scratch the head without itching. Nevertheless she nodded her head and smiled sweetly at the two adorable creatures beside her.

For the sake of Iza, you can sacrifice a little pretending to be Mama at her school. So that Iza can attend school quietly.

“Wah, Mama should get ready first nich ... Nothing, breakfast with Papa?”

“Makasih, already want to be Mama Iza,” he said later.

It did not take long, Aina to change clothes and also slightly swept her face with a sprinkling of thin powder, to make it look fresher. After that, he met them back at the dinner table, enjoying a layer of toast and milk that he had prepared, before standing up to follow the two who had already finished their breakfast. Even Najib has now washed the former equipment that has been used for breakfast a moment ago.

“Ayo Ma,” invite Iza while grabbing Mama Aina's arm.