The Shackles of Love are Lying
Angrier

"Air ... If you can't trust me right now, at least promise me never to walk away from me."

Aina stopped rubbing Iza. She looked at her husband in wonder.

"Mas, what exactly are you hiding from me."

Najib is silent . She looked back at Aina with a smile. Even though he could not cover the unrest that had plagued his heart at this time.

Oh, why is this getting complicated. I thought this could be a solution but it was getting more and more burdened.

"Nothing, other than thinking about this little girl." He tried to give.

"Mas, I'm your wife, right? I can feel you hiding something from me. Please be honest, who knows I can help."

Najib was completely stunned by the words of his little wife. Helping out? Does he really want to help?

"All right."

Want to be expressed all but suddenly his throat choked, his voice did not want to come out. Only a hemisphere breath could he exhale so that the burden on this chest slightly evaporated.

"But ... " There was only one word he said. There was already anxiety on Aina's face.

He waited as his hands did not stop stroking the fragile body of the little girl in front of him. Aina did not dare to stare, there was a sense of worry what her husband said would make her mind hurt.

"Mama ..." said the girl with her eyes closed. He's delirious again. The sweat came out, as if sleeping in anxiety. Is he having a bad dream.

Najib. He doesn't want to talk about it right now.

"Can you love him like I love him."

For a second Aina was silent, her conscience could not be lied to, if her husband was keeping a secret. But what he can do before it's all clear.

"certain. What my husband likes, I'll try to like." Although his mind feels as though it is squeezed, but he tries to toughen up.

“It's not wrong that I chose you to be my life companion.” Najib clasped his hand in love. Is it wrong if he feels comfortable next to his wife.

“I'm not a perfect woman. Will be angry if Mas breaks the new trust we will build.”

Najib's heart was pinched upon hearing that. Even subconsciously he let go of his grasp.

"thank you. Right now I'm just thinking about it, nothing more."

"Wasn't there parents. Why take responsibility."

"His parents have business."

I want to be honest, but I haven't seen him hurt. This is called love. Yach ... A selfish love.

"So important is his business to leave his daughter in this sick state." For Aina to be insignificant about their affairs, seeing a weakly drooping little child made her moody and angry. He continued to caress the little girl's back gently and affectionately. Occasionally glanced at Najib. Because he is very tortured if all is not clear.

Najib ...

If not insinuated, lie his name . He took a breath and let out his breath slowly so that his feelings would calm down a little. It's not meant to lie. But the time is not right. Or it's hard to get the right time to tell the truth.

"We talk outside yuk."

She clasped Aina's fingers tightly.

"Or just go home."

"Leaving her?" Aina wanted to laugh. Didn't he just say that the girl was his responsibility, why take him home?

"No! I'm afraid you're tired of accompanying me here."

Your words are hurting me more, my wife. I don't know when I can be honest with you. Maybe when I realized that you really loved me. Forgive me for being selfish at this time.

Najib smiled and gave a warm kiss on his forehead. He held Aina's body into his arms. There was a rumble of guilt that shook his soul, suppressing it with a sense of sin. Wanna have her lips whispered, ”Excuse Mas.” But his arrogance seemed to say,”For what? later will increase runyam.”

“Thank you, Darling.” Najib hugged himself.

Aina turned around, looking at him gently with a faint smile on her natural red lips.

Clearly, it was tempting his struggling soul. So no doubt bring his wish covered with fog desire long stalled desire to find a way to be expressed. He had a soft breath he exhaled, to make his wife's cheeks red.

“Mas, this is in hospital.” She let go of the hug that a moment ago had already made her comfortable. Even had his hand floated when there was a soft sweep on his cheek. Almost lulled if you don't remember where this is. Remember that ... Oh No! It doesn't feel ready.

“I'll wait for it.”

“Alright, if that's what you want. If you're tired don't blame me.”

Najib resigned, Aina accompanied him to wait for Iza.

“Den ..”

“Eh Mbok ... “ Najib just realized that there is someone else with them.

“Now Mbok can go home. Let Iza I wait with my wife.”

Wife? ... Mbok Minah was immediately shocked when Najib called the woman next to him his wife. That's why it looks so friendly. Wah so ‘obat mosquito' this, if this is so. Better just go.

“Yes, Den ... Mbok titip Iza yes ..”

“Don't worry, she's with Mama Her Papa.”

“Mbok go first, Den. Assalamualaikum ..”

“Wa aleikum greetings ... Parman is waiting ahead, Mbok.”

“Ya, Den.” He immediately came out while mengedumel himself.

“Amit-amit deh, Najib's Den. Ngusir yes ngusir ... No need to be disturbed.”

But she was grateful when she saw how tender Aina was to treat Iza, even though she was not her daughter. Unlike her female employer named Sheza. There really is no heart. Even though his own daughter. Himself until made gemeeess ... It felt like he was putting his mouth, hands and feet together. Let's not hurt the girl he's been raising since he was a kid. Fortunately, there was a very patient Najib Den, making him able to survive. May what he sees forever be so.

Meanwhile in the room, Aina really had to hold back the laughter of seeing Najib's attitude towards the Mbok.

“Not polite your times, Mas. Ngusir parents at will.”

“I tuch feel sorry. It looks tired. His head was bent. That's why I'm home. Let's sleep quietly.”

“Reason!”His lips tore off Najib for a while, before he put his head on the edge of Iza's bed. He rubbed Iza's arms and head until he fell asleep. So he didn't know Najib left him.

Najib went outside, looking for a convenient place to contact Sheza. Several times he had to medial the connection so that Sheza picked up his phone. But baby, even if connected is not also opened.

It was that wisdom that he was swept away in a dream, to the point that he did not hear his phone ring. Is there no feeling, if his daughter is not okay this time? Or is she already numb to her own daughter? Really heart ....

Despite his grumbling, Najib kept calling him again and again. The fifth time the phone was picked up.

"Papa, I'm tired. I have to meet again tomorrow. Leave a message yes ... I'll open tomorrow."

Tut .. closed. Astaghfirullah al - adzim ... Opened without greeting, closed also without greeting.

Once opened, here's the answer. There really is no morality. I have educated him enough, but there has been no change. Facing Sheza really made this head want to explode.

What kind of woman are you, Sheza? If it wasn't for Mr. Arya whom I considered my own parents, there was no way I could have accepted you back then. But what is the reply ... You never cared about me. Often neglecting myself. Career and career are all in your brain.