The Shackles of Love are Lying
Trying to Move On

Yes ... I've made my decision. It was on her side that I was, even as a second wife, because there was no way I could back down. After what happened between me and Mas Najib.

It's just, maybe I should start learning to manage my jealousy towards Sheza who was my husband's first wife. Do not let my jealousy will later stretch my relationship with Najib mas.

I didn't mean to separate them. Merely, I want tranquility in living my life in this Mahligai of Love. I'm sorry, Sheza! Hope you understand.

From tonight, it's different. Maybe Sheza will meet me in the same circumstances but with a different attitude. I'm just trying to hold on.

A few days ago he was able to make my heart hot and oppressed, with all his terror or his words, but not from this moment on, I would not be hurt by all of that. I'll try to be sincere, try to forgive him. I think it's better for me. Even though he wanted to hurt me with his actions or his words but I didn't have to be hurt, right?

After finishing the rakaat after rakaat we could do to fill our night together. After saying his greetings, he turned his body and reached out, welcoming my hands that wanted to break my sin by shaking hands with him. One small kiss and a light whip, I felt right then and there. There is a touching calmness in my heart so that my heart warms. But it was only a moment that I felt, because He immediately let me go.

I also returned to my original position. Want to relax for a moment, by leaning this back against the wall and resting this leg, to be free and comfortable.

He's staring at my feet. Looks like he missed. Yes ... Miss wants to lay her head on my lap, as she often did when we were both before this. Even with Iza. Both will be near me.

"Can I be here?"

Highlight his pleading eyes and clear face looked at me spoiled, making me powerless to resist.

"Yes." Yeah." Although I answered but I felt my answer was of no use anymore. Because as soon as he asked for permission, he immediately laid his head on his lap. Fuck up!

I saw his face was very tired. Maybe because of the long journey we took. I was full and unbearable. I let him use my lap as a cushion to rest his body.

He's not sleeping. Instead he looked at me that I myself wanted to free my eyes from him. Know it yourself .. It will make my heart dag dug.

"I want to ask, Yang. Why were you so sad, I felt tears on my arm?"

"When?"

"Time to be in Iza's room."

"Ooooo ...?" I feel like I want to laugh. He doesn't know or pretends he doesn't know. Didn't he say he didn't want to tell me about Sheza to keep my feelings! Why is he asking that now.

"Why?" Her voice seduced. He must have known the answer. Maybe just to make sure.

"Yes ... I said Sheza's name in front of me."

I hope he doesn't think wrong with my answer.

"That means as long as we're together, I can't call it."

I shook my head, she answered, but it was far from what I wanted.

"Or you want me to let Sheza go." There was a look of fear on his face.

And it makes me laugh. Why is his guess still wrong. Surely this is just to legalize his feelings which are now divided in two. It's selfish men.

Sorry, if I have to face you right now.

"Oh .. Is it true that Mas will release Sheza?" I answered with a happy laugh.

"Take off Mas' sister?" I ask once again. Just want to make sure.

There's no way I'm asking like that. No wind no rain why I asked her to take Sheza off. Even if I want to be selfish, I can ask him that. Right now, I really want to test it.

"I'm sorry, Yang." Eyes closed. His breath felt heavy, indicating He was burdened.

"I understand Mas. It must be hard to do that, right?"

"It's hard, brother, to accept me like this?"

Even though I understand the Shari'a, I'm still an ordinary woman, it hurts when the person who shares our heart with us keeps a name other than our name in his heart. But no! I've decided to share my story with you, whatever it is about us.

"I'm jealous. I still have a lot to learn to get used to hearing yourself mention Sister Sheza in front of me. That's all."

"Thank you, Brother. Maybe if it wasn't you wouldn't be able to behave like this."

"I'm just trying to be sincere, Mom. But no more than this, yeah ..."

"This alone is heavy, let alone more than this."

"Lied ah! The proof, I did it."

"Khilaf, Sister."

Argghhc ... This man's mouth could have said that. Lightly saying that is an error only. Do not blame if there are two small pinches in a long duration on your thigh. You really are a shitty guy.

"Dik-dik, this is KDRT." He dodged for a while without changing his position on my lap.

"Biarin, Mas who first did KDRT." Back one little pinch, I'm landing it. Very happy, I am the same.

He laughed and seemed to be enjoying the pinch. So annoying!

I want to end this conversation, because if obeyed, there I just more and more jubilant.

"Mas, can't stand. I'm tired of this."

"Yes .yes, I am sleepy too, going to bed. Thanks to ya."

He got up, folded his alphabet and dropped himself on the bed. Likewise with myself, taking off the face I wore and immediately following it, laying down beside it, following it to dreamland.

🌟

Sheza ....

Even though Najib had tried to be fair to him, he still felt he could not accept Aina's presence. He still terrorizes Aina without Najib's knowledge. And he's also getting spoiled for Najib. It makes Najib harder to step up. One side, Aina who needs extra attention, one side Sheza who does not want to give up.

"Mas, as long as I'm gone, you'll always be the same. You should be the same as me now. Cook three days to my place, that's also you don't want to touch me."

"Hm ... ." Najib murmured softly, responding to Sheza's strange-sounding request in his ear. He's still with the lapton and the files in front of him. He doesn't seem to care, angering Sheza. Been coming, leaving his office, unnoticed as well.

"Mas," he rebuked in a louder tone.

"Yes, Sheza. Brother's busy, but I hear you talking, really."

"So from this moment on, you have to go to my place."

Najib did not answer. He was silent for a moment.

"Later tonight, Brother there's a dinner invitation with the client, Mr. Pheza. Coming, right?"

"really. Brother didn't take the woman, did he?"

"His Kouta is just one. don't come?"

"Come."