The Shackles of Love are Lying

The Shackles of Love are Lying
This is my Mom


Today, a special day for Iza, there was Papa and Mama who accompanied her to school. Along the way to school just leave, his lips never come off chanting cheerful songs. He enjoyed it very much.  So even when he got out of the car, he did not want to let go of his grip on Aina. Even he was not shy to introduce to the teacher who welcomed him.


“This is my Mom, Miss Ana.” He raised his eyebrows looking at Aina with a friendly smile. He stretched out his hand and shook his hand.


“Happy to meet Mis ...” Words hang. He looks confused to call what to him.We forgot not yet acquainted.


“Aina,” said Aina while shaking hands tightly and hugging.


“Mis Aina,” she said later with a fluffy smile.


“I feel so happy, you can finally come to school. I've been waiting for you for a long time.”


“Sorry,” Aina is a little confused. He felt there was something to be conveyed by the teacher who had accompanied Iza to study. He glanced at Najib, Whether it needed to be responded to or not. Because he's not Iza's birth parents. Najib nodded. Yes, that's ....


His initial intention, only to accompany Najib just to escort Iza, why now he is faced with the problem of Iza.  This was the same as him wanting himself to truly be the Iza mama before them. Really annoying, her mind whispered softly behind her sweet smile. Inevitably Aina immediately agreed to Mis Ana's invitation to talk about Iza.


“What does my daughter do, Mis?”


“Don't worry Mis, she's fine at school. It's just that sometimes he looks sad if there is an event that requires the presence of both parents. Maybe he also wants the presence of the two of you like other friends.”


“Im sorry before - before. Hopefully next time we can go with him.” Aina became a smile herself. Answer how else. There seems to be no better answer than that. Not the intention of making it up anyway, but this is more on the sadness also if you imagine it until the incident again on his little daughter who now looks very cheerful than when he first met.


Iza, who had been listening to the conversation, looked happy. He immediately said,” Thank you, Ma ...” Hugging Aina tightly.


“Yes already ... Mama can come back now? Cook still ask awaited.” He gently rubbed Iza's head. That was greeted with a cheerful laugh from Iza. Hehe ... 


“Track between again yes, Ma.” He looked at Aina with his pleading face.


“God willing, ”next later.


Iza grabbed Aina's hand to shake hands and say goodbye before Najib too. One small peck at the top of his head, he got from his beloved papa, before letting go of him running, approaching his friends.


“Assalamualaikum Papa Mama.” He looked over for a moment and waved his hand.


“Waalakum greetings,” sahut them in unison.


After Iza mingled with her friends, Aina and Najib immediately said goodbye.


“We go first, Miss Ana. Assalamualaikum..”


“Wa’alaikum salam.”


They have not yet moved from the gate. Seeing for a moment the joy of their daughter who has joined her friends. Who play and laugh cheerfully.


“Still, Dear. You really are a good mom to Iza.” He noticed for a moment the woman who was still smiling looked at Iza's school yard, before holding her, taking her away.


“I, Mas?” Aina pointed at herself. He really does not understand Najib's will at this time.


“Who else. Cook Sheza!” instantly managed to make Aina pout. He was greeted with Najib's laughter.


“Don't be jealous, I'll love you more.”


“But Mas.”


“Mas has a meeting this morning. Worrying later. After the new meeting, I took you home. Or you'll pick up Iza.”


“Eeee ... I can take a taxi from here.”


Nah kan. The road together is still timid. I don't know what's on his wife's mind right now.


“No ... No ... I'm not allowedin.”


If this is the case, there is no need for him to refuse Najib's invitation. What exactly does her husband want right now. As if he had not given her a chance to get away from him. Yes, that's ....


“Alright,” he said while breathing out and smiling widely. It felt very comfortable even though it was shackled. Yes, she understood that Mas husband is very possessive of her.


He immediately entered the car, next to Najib who was waiting for him in the driver's seat. After the two put on their seat belts, Najib started the engine. Get ready to leave the Iza school.


Najib saw Sheza's car across the street. Then left the place, as he walked out of the school gate.


In her little heart, she was grateful. Sheza didn't come down to see them. He could not imagine what would happen if the two of them met. Moreover, until now he could not just break his relationship with Sheza and was not ready to tell Aina the truth.


Najib drove his car at a higher speed, racing with the time to turn around the now crowded streets.


It didn't take long, they arrived in front of his office complex. After parking her car, she took Aina down who was still hesitant to get out.


“Come!"


“Do not be awkward. After all, it's your husband's company.” Najib said as he pulled Aina's body closer. Aina smiled, she no longer took a heavy step, accompanying Najib.


They walk in tandem. Even Najib's hands always held Aina affectionately. Of course, it invites question marks for most employees who cross paths with them.


There are some people who already know him, but no one knows their true relationship. Even Beautiful, Najib's secretary also thought that Aina was just a baby sister of Sheza's mother, Iza. No more, if it was Aina bringing lunch for her boss, maybe it was at the request of Ms. Sheza. Mr. Najib has never spoken about Aina.


But today they saw the boss holding tightly to the woman. Not wrong if he wonders, what is the relationship between the boss and the woman who always sends supplies to his boss. Plus what happened yesterday.  It was as if Ms. Sheza knew nothing, leaving her beset with a no-no prejudice.


One of them tried to dare to say hello. Not mean anything, just rather than curious and guessing the no-no.


“Assalamualaikum, Mr.” said one of his OB while glancing at Aina. Not the intention of flirting, though,