The Shackles of Love are Lying
Wants to Forget you

He's a sweet kid. Don't blame him if he will always miss if there is no Iza on his side.

Aina immediately spread her hands. But who would have thought that he would stop his steps once he remained in front of him. Iza did not immediately enter into his arms. His face turned sullen, then said with half sulk.

 “Mama evil. I didn't spend time in school.”  

Sontak makes aina laugh. He grabbed that adorable little body into his arms. Giving a warm hug and also a small kiss at the top of his head and also on both cheeks that are as stye as the bakpao.

“Sorry mom, darling. Mama is also afraid of mama Sheza.”

His eyes seemed rounded, looking at Aina with an incredulous look. How could Mama Aina be afraid of mama Sheza, her mind.

“Ih Mama, no fun. Then Iza will help if there is no Papa, who?”

“Not that Dear. I think Mama Sheza misses you and wants to be with you. Mama Sheza is also mama Iza, right?”

Iza is still sulking. He could not accept if Aina just let go to Mama Sheza. He wanted to get away, and find his own backrest. And mama Aina was her choice. But why could Mama Aina think of giving back to mama Sheza. For now, frankly, he doesn't want to.

But for Aina how else, because it is impossible to prevent Sheza from bringing her daughter. The most entitled to Iza is Sheza. Only Aina regretted the way Sheza wanted to invite Iza. Why should by force.

“Have not thought about it. Later Papa will tell mama Sheza, so as not to be forced again if you want to be with Iza.”

Najib could feel the anxiety of his daughter as well as Aina. Several times he took a deep breath. To simply parse what is felt at this time.

Najib is well aware, until now, Sheza has not been able to be a good mother for his daughter. So that he is still heavy to release Iza with Sheza, unless he himself intervenes to accompany Iza to meet his mother. But he also realized, sometimes he rarely had time for it.

“Papa sure Iza a good and brave princess. Later we meet mama together, yes.” After all, as evil as a mother would be she would miss her daughter as well.

“Really? If it's the same papa, Iza mau.”

“And for mom, Why be afraid if we're right. If we are afraid, people will easily master us. And Papa feels Mama Sheza is not a person to be feared. Okay ... Tell me good later Iza will come to Mama's house with Papa. How?”

Aina shrugged her shoulders, between yes and no. He's really not sure. Had he been able to choose, he would have better shied away from the pad meeting Sheza. It feels heavy, if you have to look directly at him, especially if you have to argue, surely .. em .. aa .. el .. aa. .. aa .. es .. aka lazy.

“Not a bad idea. I think it's worth trying.”  Answer Aina later. Rather than prolong the problem. Not the important thing to talk about now. Although it was a little emotionally draining, at least Iza could already be with them again. Then they get in the car. He left Sheza's house.

At first glance Najib saw the shadow of Sheza who entered the house with slow steps and disappointed. His mind murmured softly, “I'm sorry Sheza. There is no desire to hurt you. Hopefully this event can wake you up if all this time your daughter was hurt.”

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After knowing the fact that she is not the only woman in Najib's life, now Aina's days feel different. He can't hide that he's hurt. If yesterday he chose to leave, he really realized that there was nothing to fight for. For being the third person, not his desires and ideals. Truly if at this time it is as if he chose to survive, not for nothing. I just don't think it's right to make a decision. If she obeyed her ego, perhaps she would immediately force her husband to immediately break the damage between himself or Sheza. But she's a woman, Sheza's a woman, has the same taste. And equally legitimate wife. And of course have the same desire. Neither wants to fail in building love.

Can she hold the love of her husband. Because Najib also why not allow himself to surrender and leave. This is it's very painful. He wanted to feel like he was crying, but all of that was held back, kept tightly in his mind. Or revealed on a thick night, when humans are still asleep. As well as begging to be given the strength to be able to live this all.

O Lord, if parting is the end, let this taste be in Your forgiveness. If being together is a path that I cannot avoid in attaining Your pleasure, since it is written in Your book, let this heart speak its name in My prayer to You.

“Do you still want to go home?” Najib tried to break the silence between them, after a long time they had been silent since picking up Iza.

“Sure, Mas. If you allow. I miss my father mom.”

“I too. Patience yes. Weekend, we're going there.”

“iza?”

“Honey do not mind tho if we bring along.”

“Tak what. But Sheza wasn't looking for her. And not necessarily mbak Sheza allow.”

“I don't know. But for sure he will be happy to come with us.” He stopped reading books. Then she went downstairs, helping Aina rearrange her clothes into the closet.

“I'm glad that baby didn't mention that name when we were both.”  She whispered softly in the ear which made Aina laugh for a moment. She should have asked Najib for that, but why is it her husband now who says that. Aina turned to Najib who seemed to glance at her. I really want Aina to tease him by saying, “Why Mas did not divorce only mbak Sheza if he did not want it. Than to live equally tormented.”

But quickly her mouth shut tightly, afraid of release. Such words are inappropriate. Even in her little heart she whispers sometimes. Well, Aina admitted that she was still very weak to be able to accept all of this willingly. Forgive me God ....

“Already, Mas. Sleep first. I haven't had a break since noon. Not tomorrow have to work again.”

“Iya, anyway. But where can sleep, if the usual nemeni Mas, still busy so,”

Aina just laughed a little, unwilling to respond to Najib's words. He still puts his clothes in the closet. Responsibility, only one pile. After that it's all settled. It feels uncomfortable when sleeping still leaves the work that lives that seuprit. Let this time be a little bit stubborn. Counting in return today because it has made his heart very disappointed.

Najib, who was very tired and also sleepy, finally left Aina with his busyness. He lay quietly on a soft bed. A moment later his eyes were tightly closed. Just the sound of her gentle breath now started to come out from her nose. His body had given up on the night song until it was lulled in a dream.  Shortly after, Aina followed. He poured himself down, putting down the despair and the taste that had plagued his soul all day. His eyes are hard to compromise. For a long time I did not want to be closed. There was a burden that he could not get rid of, even though the body was in need of rest.

If I could hope this was just a dream. Ah, never mind ....

Bismika Allahumma ahya wa bismika amut.

These fingers do not stop counting with the heart that is glorified, until these eyes are closed in peace.

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The night is not always dark and colorless. Sometimes it keeps its own beauty when the inner eye is open. Looking at the moon, seeing stars decorate the sky will not make us smile too. Although the light is very small and located far away in space can not prevent us from just enjoying it with gratitude.

At this time he was injured, but seeing Iza's smile, the pain seemed to evaporate.

Yes ... children. I see that we are going on vacation, even if it is just coming home, he is very happy.

He looked enthusiastic, cheerful and excited. Even when you wake up, you don't use drama anymore. Once touched, he got out of his bed.

“Ma, we leave now?”