The Shackles of Love are Lying
Rafaeyza Almahyra Najib (Iza)

"Bring Iza to the hospital. I'll be there soon. Ariston ...."

"Wa aleikum salam ...."

If you have mentioned the name of Iza, for Najib there is no other word than having to go to see him immediately. 

She got up from her sleep, walked to meet Aina who was in the kitchen, helping her in-laws.

"Darling, I just got a call. There is work to be done right now. We're leaving now, aren't we?"

Aina looked at her mother, asking for her approval Rohmah nodded. 

" Mom, forgive us. We can't stay, maybe another day we'll stay."

"Yes, go! It's okay."

Fortunately, everything was finished. It doesn't take long to leave. Najib immediately picked up the bag and took it out of the room.

"No need to change. Stay pretty." He immediately held Aina's hand towards the living room. There was waiting for Rahman's father and mother.

"Please pray, Mother." Aina kissed Bu Rokhman's hand with reverence followed by Najib, her husband.

"We're leaving, Mom."

"Yes Nduk. Go then! Take good care of your household. Make him the only one in his life."

"Please pray, Mom."

"Titip Aina, take good care of him and guide him."

"God, we go first. Ariston ...."

"Wa aleikum salam ...."

Both of them immediately got into the car that was parked in the yard with the car engine that had been turned on, ready to leave.

"Come, Man!" Najib ordered to leave immediately for his private driver named Suparman.

"Sleep! When we get up."

"Sorry." Aina closed her eyes. He let Najib put his head on his shoulder.

On the way, Najib asked Suparman to turn his car towards the hospital, where Iza, Sheza's little daughter, was being treated.

He looked for a moment at Aina who was still fast asleep. He said softly to the woman who was now leaning on his shoulder, "Sorry this Mas-mu, Aina. I can only keep you by my side. Which may not keep your heart from getting hurt. But when that happens, I hope you are strong.”

Najib raised Aina's head slowly over her shoulder, opening the door almost without a sound to be heard, worried about waking her up.

"Wait till I get back, man. And please take care of him, don't come in. It's not time he knew all that."

"Good, Sir." As a loyal servant, it has become a common rule that his eyes and ears must be blind and mute with what is done by his current employer.

Najib immediately went into the hospital. Meet the little girl who is now lying weakly on the bed.

In front of the door of the room, she saw her sleeping daughter being waited on by the middle-aged woman who had been her domestic assistant, since the beginning of her marriage.

"Mhc ...." The middle-aged woman looked at him.

"Alhamdulillah, Aden has come. Non Iza nyariin Aden continues, He just fell asleep."

“Thank you Mbok, take care of Iza.”

He approached his bed. Staring intensely at his daughter. There was a feeling of guilt when he saw her pale-looking face, and her lips turned red. One hand touched his forehead gently, the other took a small chair nearby to sit on.

The little princess opened her eyes. He looked at himself with very bright eyes.

"Papa ..." he said weakly.

"I'm sorry, Papa, honey. Don't get sick, Papa, so don't relax thinking Iza." He looked at the little princess with affection. 

"Why long gone. Iza is lonely at home."

Najib rubbed his hair gently. Not forgetting the smile that always adorns his face

"Papa has come. Don't be sick anymore ... Papa won't be able to work."

"Papa, ameliii ...!"

"Iza always seduces Papa. Papa's a gemeeess."

Haha ... His laughter made Najib happy and relieved. At least seeing the faces that meet gives hope that he will be fine.

But darling for just a moment. Shortly after, his face dimmed. 

"What's wrong?"

"Papa, mama's mad at Iza again. Iza's scared."

Although such complaints have often been heard, but always still makes his mind cry. What was wrong, to the extent that all his frustration or external problems always he bestowed on his daughter.

Najib's forehead was wrinkled, looking fondly at him, stroking his hair and blowing his face slowly. 

"Maybe you're tired, have patience, baby ...." 

He nodded weakly.

"Now Iza sleep again yes, let it heal quickly. Papa wait."

"Yes, Papa."

She's so submissive and sweet. Why can't Sheza see this side. All it looks is the face of someone she might hate.

The little girl turned around, turned her back on Najib. Returning to continue the dream that had paused.

"Sorry, Den. Can't take care of non Iza." 

"Mbok Minah don't feel guilty. We can only pray that Sheza will wake up soon.”

Without Najib realizing it, Aina was already standing behind the door. Seeing all that.

He, who woke up shortly after Najib left, became suspicious after Najib had long since returned. What is her husband doing in this hospital. Isn't he a CEO of a company not a hospital?He also followed Najib inside.

After walking down the hospital hallway, she finally saw her husband in the children's room, his steps held back when he heard Najib's soft voice, affectionate and warm towards the little girl in the bed.

Papa ... The little girl called him papa to my husband?

He also ventured to enter. 

"Maas ...."

Najib looked at the voice that had filled his mind for days. His shoulders lifted a little. He was actually a bit surprised, but did not want Aina to know that she was hiding something. 

He remained calm, not showing the slightest nervousness, as if nothing had happened.

Aina approached, looking at the little princess who was in front of her. Her chest rumbled but withered when she saw the little girl lying in front of her husband. He rubbed his head and back gently.

"Daughter Mas?"

Najib bowed for a moment. He was embarrassed by the secret he still kept with the meeting. Ah ... Who is to blame, of course. 

He dared to look at Aina with a smile. 

"You suspect your husband?"

Not yet you know, my dear. His inner whisper that cannot be expressed clearly. 

"So calling for a mas, Papa?"

"Yes, I love that he calls me Papa."He uttered it haughtily, to cover his fragile soul.

Aina looked at Najib in disbelief.

"Mas, your eyes can't lie to me. Please don't break my trust that I just built."

Najib speaks a thousand languages, says nothing. He looked at Aina with a sad face.

"What's up, Mom."

This burden is too heavy, the heavier it is when it comes to looking at it. Najib took a partial breath and released it slowly.