The Shackles of Love are Lying
Back To Iza

Already several times the phone rings, but not also lifted. It seems like Najib was deliberately letting on, until the person calling across there was tired himself. Najib doesn't usually behave like that.

Aina's mood, which a moment ago was a little calmer, was again disturbed by Najib's indifferent attitude with the flat object.

“Mas!”

“Leave it.”

this guy really doesn't know how he's so distracted.

“Do not do that, Mas. Who knows important.”

“There Sheza,”the answer is short, solid and clear. Oh ... it's worth it. But not so often ....

“Indeed who's phone.”

“Mbok Minah,” answers indifferently.

That's kok ....

Aina became anxious herself. There's no way Mbok Minah would call her employer if there wasn't something very important. This is not about Iza. But Najib doesn't seem to care.

Aina became nervous, and was also annoyed. Why was the human beside him unshakable as well. What if something happens to Iza. Aina was very worried. Especially when remembering the incident last afternoon, when Sheza took Iza by force. Sheza may have been violent with Iza. Nope-no ... She's her real mother.

Aina tried to calm down and tried to ignore the call like her husband did. But he could only endure for a moment. He looked at Najib questioningly. Was he on purpose? Or what ... she does not understand the attitude of her husband this time.

His patience is gone now. He picked up the phone lying next to Najib.

“Sorry Mas.” He took the phone with a flat face without a smile. It shows a folded face. It seems like he is upset.

Najib cannot ban it. It was as if he had intentionally had Aina do such a thing. She smiles. So thin that it was completely invisible to Aina.

“Sama his daughter is like that, sih.”

Aina looks sweet when she's nagging. It made Najib smile a little wider. Laughing at the attitude of his wife who cares deeply for Iza.

In fact, Najib ignored Mbok Minah's current call to want to give enough time for Aina. But the attention given affection just think of others, by ignoring his own feelings. He seemed to have forgotten the cry that a moment ago was still heard, even his tears were still clearly visible.

But why is even Aina disturbed by the phone from the mbok. I want to shake my head, not polite. For Aina, she gave a very beautiful smile, as an expression that she was very happy with Aina's response to Iza.

You are a good mother to my daughter. Don't blame me for any loss if you walk away from me. You're too special to escape my memories. Your concern for my daughter outweighs my concern for her. So it's not wrong if Iza calls you Mommy with pride.

Najib watched Aina who picked up her phone, with a beautiful smile on her lips.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Mbok. What's up?”

Aina's vegetables heard Iza's cries across the street. He looked at Najib for a moment.

“Waalaikum greetings. Den Najib is there, Neng.”

“There, Mbok. A minute!”

Aina immediately gave me the phone. But was soon dismissed by Najib.

“Receive only. After all, it's the same between me and you, Yang.”

With his eyes twitching, he continued his conversation with Minah. But first load the phone speaker. So that pretentious humans don't care about it hearing it too.

“Nothing to say to me, Mbok.”

“Alright, Neng. That ... Non Iza from earlier crying, want to go home want to see his papa. From this afternoon do not want to eat.”

“Mbak Sheza to where?”

“Sedang search for food outside.”

Aina looked at Najib, Najib was silent. He looks agitated.

Najib immediately told Suparman to turn towards his home again, as soon as he heard Iza's cry across the street. The ears are too hot. But he had already promised, if the time is now for Aina. (Promise in the mind, which certainly cannot be expressed in the person. Go to GR).

“Can I talk to Iza, Mbok?”

“Ya .. yes, Neng.”

There are footsteps of people who walk quickly on mobile phones.

“Can-can Neng.”

It is clearly shown that Iza is currently hiccupping leaning on the head of the bed with a roll.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Darling. Why is your daughter crying?”

“Waalaikum greetings. I'm laper Ma. I can't sleep,” he replied weakly.

“Mama Sheza don't cook?” ask Aina carefully.

“Coffee. But Mama Sheza made her egg blotchy, not like mama. Iza does not like ... Mama gets angry.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want to go home to Papa. Can you, Ma? Tell Papa, tell me to pick me up yes.”

“Ya, Baby. God willing Papa will pick up Iza soon. Patience yes ...”

“Appointment!”

“Yes, Promise. Don't cry anymore yeah ..”

“Ya, Ma ...”

“Dah, Darling. Ariston ... Muaaachhh.”

“Waalaikum greetings. Muaaachhh..”.

Aina immediately closed the phone. He handed it to Najib with a lethargic face.

“We're back again, Mas. Poor Iza.”

“You're okay, right?”

He shook his head as he said, “It's okay, Mas.”

Though his lips agree that they are back, Najib can feel Aina pressing his ego for Iza. Seen from the look of his face that was still cold and tense.

“Thank you, dear,” said Najib, accompanied by a small kiss on the top of his head.

Aina wanted to pull over, but it was undeniable that the small touch from Najib, gave her a sense of self. Feel comfortable and loved.

“Man, we're back!” najib's Pinta to Suparman.

“Good, Den.”

Without many words, Suparman exited the toll gate and turned back to the toll road that had been abandoned.

“Yang, to the apartment first or directly pick up Iza?” Najib asked when they had entered the city.

Najib, however, must consider Aina's feelings. Worried that he wasn't ready to meet Sheza.

“Nothing, Mas. Let's go get Iza first, pity Iza. He might get mad, we don't pick him up soon.”

“Good.”

Not long after, they had reached the house that Aina had come to this afternoon, even though they did not enter the house. Just looking at it from behind the glass of his car.

After the car stopped, his hand immediately grabbed the door of the car. He was impatient, wanting to bring Iza back soon.

“Yang, you wait here only,”

"Why, Mas? I'm afraid there's nothing with Iza.”

How could Najib allow them to meet, while only this afternoon they had been involved in a great quarrel in front of his daughter. Something Najib has been avoiding.

“Trust on Mas.”

Aina tried to calm down, leaned back and let Najib out of the car.

🌟

inside Najib's house gets Iza sitting at the dinner table with dishes that are already disheveled. She scoops her food by crying under Sheza's pressure.