The Shackles of Love are Lying
Love or Lust

Aina stopped her work. He immediately approached Najib. A glimpse of Najib's index finger now bleeding. Then Aina left him again.

“Which, so angry are you with me,” his murmur is clear. He immediately pressed on his wound, in order to stop the droplets of his blood. Najib grimaced, enduring the pain of being scratched by the knife he used. He also got up from his seat.

"Darling, is it so hard to get an apology from you" he murmured.

Not yet had he stepped, Aina had entered again by bringing betadin and plaster. Without a word, he grabbed Najib's injured finger.

Najib sat back, watching Aina bandage her wound.

“Mas sok-sokan bantuin.  Finally this way, right.” The mouth may nag, but the hand does not immediately remain silent until the wound is neatly closed.

Najib only smiled as Aina scolded him. This is a sign that his wife still cares. Although a little noisy, just think of it as breezy the wind is singing a longing song.

It's delicious, so long dicuekin wife.

“Still, Dear.”

“Iya. It's there! Mas here just make a mess.”

Aina immediately cleaned the onions that had been partially exposed to blood. Najib gets up, will help. But Aina flicked her hand, driving Najib away.

But Najib is wayward. He was still standing, not budging in the slightest. Really tested his patience. He hid himself in this kitchen, why was it still being followed. Just make it sebel.

Aina pushed her body back, in order to get out immediately. Najib just wanted to come out when Aina already looks tired because of his actions.. That too with laziness.  

But finally, He left when Mother came to ask her for help to get rambutan fruit for Iza who was in front of the house.

"There!" expel Aina.

Najib went out from before him.

“Not help. This even makes work.” Aina was also ngudumel herself.

*

Although it looks sweet in front of his parents, did not dampen his intentions since the beginning he came to his parents' house today. Stay away from Najib for a while. The next morning, as they were cleaning up, Aina simply stuffed Iza and Najib's clothes into the bag. While not a piece of his clothes that he put in the bag.

“Yang, you?”

“I'm still missing Mr. Mom, Mas.”

“Content with me and Iza?”

“I'm sure mas is able to unite Iza and her mother.  If I wasn't around, Iza would have quickly learned to accept her mother. If I was still next to Mas, it would make it harder for Sheza to get close to her daughter.”

“I see in Mas's eyes so much love for Mbak Sheza that is irreplaceable even though I am beside you. A thousand times Mas said that Mas's love is now lost to Sheza's mother, only remaining as a brother's affection towards the sister, she said, still can't erase my doubts about the real feelings of Sheza's mom. Between love and hate, the difference is thin. Moreover, this taste that has been nurtured for so many years, it is impossible to just disappear.”

Najib was silent. He looked at Aina with a sad face.

“Yes, I admit it. But can't I have love from you, even though this love can't be perfect.”

It's not that Aina can't take it all, but ....

“Give me time, to be able to interpret what I am feeling right now. Is this longing, born of love or of sheer lust.”

“So complicatedis it to find love even in bondage before God.”

“Why did Mas say that. Does Mas need love to bind me in this bond?”

“Yes, I tied you up because I fell in love with you.”

There was a thin smile decorating Aina's lips. But the look in her eyes was enough to give the impression that right now, her heart was hurting.

“But I accept this bond because I believe in you, Mas. Without me knowing that Mas kept a secret that made me hurt.”

“I was wrong and forever wrong. There is no way out for us to be together. So it is not free we dream all this time.”

“What dream is Mas?”

“About the basis of lies?”

“I'm sorry. But I'm sure the feeling I have right now, is not wrong.”

“I'm avoiding you, not because I hate you, Mom. Only I still doubt whether I will be able to be the second of your love, Mas.”

“Means you want to split?”                                                                                                             

Aina was silent and instantly her tears came out, unable to be dammed anymore.

“I don't want to part, but .. ah. I need time to remove this dust of yours.”

“Good. But don't you ignore my phone when we're far apart.”

Why is this man in front of me so selfish. How could I have avoided him if he had asked him to pick up every single phone.

“Do not ask me that I still hesitate to fulfill, Mas.”

“Good. I understand.”

Najib cupped his hands on his wife's face, looking at her wistfully. He rubbed the teardrops that were still flowing on both of Aina's cheeks. And carried that face into his arms.  Letting Aina cry, letting off the lara that was currently being felt on her shoulder.

Somehow, in my mind came a shadow that we were going to separate, even the whisper was more real. If so, may I embrace you with love at this time. So that you can feel the beating of my heart that does not want a separation in our love.

Is it wrong for me to want it now. Although it was for a moment, in order for me to reassure her, that the woman in my arms at this moment had filled my soul. So that I can bring her shadow in my dreams that can lead me to tranquility. Before I leave it all to the dictates of my Lord. Hope this love will find its own way.

“I go first, Darling.”

“Yes, Mas. Greetings to Sheza.”

“Yes, God willing I will say,” replied Najib who could not hide his sadness.

He left Aina who was still not swayed by her stance. However, he still showed a smile of happiness in front of Father Mother when saying goodbye and leave for some time.

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Hoek .. hoek .. hoek ...

Only one mouthful managed to enter his mouth, his stomach was already stirred. He immediately ran to the bathroom, taking out everything he had swallowed. And it has always been since Najib's departure 3 days ago.

“Aina, You why, Nak?”

"I don't know, Mom." Aina immediately threw herself on the bed. His face looked very pale, due to the amount of liquid coming out, making his body limp.

With painstaking Bu Rahmah rubbed eucalyptus oil into Aina's body. As well as giving a small massage on his shoulders and head.

"Try you check into the Beautiful Midwife. Who knows what you want accomplished."

"I mean Mom?"

Madam Rahmah looked at her daughter with a gentle smile.

Aina immediately got up and stared at the calendar that was in front of her. Only then did he realize that his monthly guests had not yet come. It was 3 weeks later than usual.

"Well, I'll check it out."Aina again laid her body on the bed in sadness.

"What's wrong? are you afraid of getting pregnant? .. It's only natural. You already have a husband."

"Of course Aina is happy, Mother. If it really happened."

Is this the answer to my doubts all along. Between continuing the path of our love or stopping everything right now.