The Shackles of Love are Lying
Go home

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 bed.

“Ma, we leave now?”

"Yes, Honey. Come prepare!"

He immediately went down, headed for the bathroom, cleaning himself with the warm water that Aina had prepared.

Aina immediately prepared the clothes that Iza would wear as well as some change of clothes during their time in the village.

While waiting for Iza to come out of the bathroom, he sat for a moment in his daughter's bed, contemplating what his mother's father in the village would say with his return. There was no way he could tell about his current problem. But with Iza, what to say to her parents?

Aina was completely confused, sitting contemplating alone, unaware of Najib's arrival to the room.

"Darling, what are you thinking?"

He immediately turned to the owner of the voice who was now standing in the middle of the door. Then as soon as possible decorate her lips with a thin smile, refracting what she felt at this moment.

"I'm confused, Mas. What should I tell you and Mom about Iza."

Najib took a slow breath, and breathed it out in the air anyway.

"Tell me what you know. Slowly else they'll know too."

"It's good to say that. Don't think about their feelings."

"At least I didn't lie to them very much."

"I mean, Mas?"

"Darling, didn't you see our marriage book?"

Aina was silent and shook her head.

He did not pay much attention to this book carefully. Especially details. She was completely resigned to her parents about the man who was going to marry her. What his parents thought was good, good for him. Husnudhon alone, there is no way his parents will plunge into misery.

"In that book, my status was married. Even though I never told you, at least in the documents I don't want to cover up the truth about myself."

Aina was a bit surprised, as she stared at Najib in disbelief.

"It turns out I was the last to know" he murmured softly.

"No. I also don't know if Father Mother knew or not, because I also never told her about my household at that time. Don't be like you."

"Mas would be happy?"

"Think of it." A look of regret was clearly drawn on his face.

"Can I trust your words." Aina chose to close her heart to Najib for now. He no longer wants to get caught up in the feeling that will make him more hurt.

"I'm sorry, it's upsetting you. But give me a chance to fix it."

Then Najib crouched down in front of Aina, looking at the woman who was now bowed sadly before him with a pleading gaze. He grabbed his wife's hand, rubbing it gently.

"I'm sorry, but yes ...."

Aina threw away face. He could not hide his disappointment. Even her tears had started to hang at the end of her tightly shut eyes.

"I want the peace of the moment, Mommy."

"alright. I believe you, dear."

"I'll say whatever it is to Father."

There was no way she could get in the way of Aina's wishes. It's all his fault. Even though he wished for Aina to be able to undo that intention, holding on for a moment to give herself a chance to rectify this situation. She did not want to part with Aina. With the presence or absence of Sheza among them.

Najib immediately got up and peeked at his wife's head for a moment before leaving her alone again. He went back to his room to get ready as well.

"I'm sorry ...." Reveal it once more before stepping away.

Aina let him go with a helpless look. Eagerly angry at him who could not possibly do what he had told Najib. Tell his parents? Although it has been revealed, but it is impossible for him to do, because he will never be able to, make the faces of his loved ones hurt as well.

Aina tried to throw away all the shadows of the possibilities that would happen later. What matters is that you go home first. That problem will be. He certainly wouldn't be lying if asked.

"Mama, I'm done" cried the little girl, now wrapped in a towel, covering her body from her chest to her legs, leaving her legs and shoulders alone.

Aina's smile was perfectly inflated. Then give the clothes that have been prepared that are greeted with enthusiasm. He helped wear it until it was perfectly attached to the tiny body.

"Why not get ready?"

"This is over, dear. Here!"

Aina immediately tidied up her hair and put on a little makeup on her daughter's face so that it looked fresher, before then taking her out.

"Mom change first, ok!"

"Beres," he replied with a beaming face as his 2 fingers were brandished.

Aina immediately headed to her room. A moment later he was ready with casual clothes and also his wide skirt down the stairs with Najib in almost matching clothes combined with jeans that are not very long, very long, a little below the knee.

"Goddessa ... The beauty of papa's daughter," he said shortly after seeing Iza who was waiting for them with fun to open a picture story book that he had.

Iza immediately smiled perfectly, revealing her white milk teeth, neatly lined up behind her natural red lips.

"Alhamdulillah. Mama who made Iza beautiful" she replied happily.

"We'll drink the milk first. Let this stomach warm. Breakfast will be on the way."

"OK, Ma. Come on."

The three immediately finished the drink that Aina had prepared. And immediately headed to the parking lot where Suparman had been waiting.

The length of Najib's path continued to pay attention to Aina. He seemed to avoid interacting with himself. He was more fun joking with his daughter. Maybe to shift the problem now.

Even Najib feels his current return is to avoid him.

"Darling ..." Calling lirih.

There's no answer. Not even glancing at him. Najib really felt neglected. He's really jealous. Aina simply watched her daughter without looking back at her.

He took a deep breath, then tried to concentrate back on the newspaper he had in hand.

It was difficult to seduce Aina's already hurt heart. The intention to leave his life was obvious. Lips may smile, but they cannot cover their wounds.

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Arriving at her parents' house, Aina smiled. He showed that he was happy right now.

"Mother, forgive Aina. Long time no go home."

"Not what, Ndduk. That's a sign you're feeling at your husband's house. I can relax like this."

"Yes, Mother."

Aina hugged the two warmly. Removing the longing that has been hidden.

"Lha, who is this?"