The Shackles of Love are Lying
He's Coming

Flashback ....

Sheza quiet. He doesn't know what to answer. He only remembered that he always dodged when Najib wanted to touch him.

"I'm sorry Brother. I didn't know what marriage was."

Najib's forehead is wrinkled.

"How can you not know about marriage when you have felt how to conceive and give birth to a beautiful daughter."There was a hint of disappointment in his words.

"Sister, hasn't brother been able to forgive me?" He was sad. There was no more strength to look her husband in the eye.

"Eitherway. Brother doesn't know. All you know is, I love you so much that I don't know how to scold you anymore." Sounds heavy. Sheza felt more guilty.

"Sheza realizes that, Brother. But why is it that when Sheza wants to change, Big Brother doesn't belong to Sheza anymore."

Najib sat at his dressing table, taking a breath. However, he was also saddened to hear a reasonable complaint from his first wife.

"There are times when Big Brother feels at ground zero with our relationship. After all, you want someone who can accompany you at any time. Difficult, happy, sad or happy, or just sharing a story or love. And then Aina came. You can't refuse that."

"Do I mean nothing to you anymore, brother?"

"If there's no more meaning to it, there's no way you can take it now."

"really? But why didn't you ever touch me?"

Najib was silent for a moment. How could she possibly say that she was so hurt that when she first touched him after a few months of Iza's birth, Sheza rejected her and mentioned another name in front of her.

But no matter what Sheza is, she's still a darling. It's just that darling as a sister. Seeing her as a little sister he needs to take care of, not as a woman. He had lost the desire to touch her.

"It has. We'll be late." Najib tried to avoid.

"Sister." His face felt neglected.

Finally he stopped, trying to catch his breath.

Although his heart could no longer lie, if the stories of their past were indeed stifling, but his affection for Sheza as a brother who had grown up together had crippled his arrogance to be indifferent to her.

"Are you ready? " Najib realized, until now Sheza is still his wife not his sister.

For a while there was no response from Sheza. Makes Najib wonder what else to think. Not just answering yes or no. Or maybe Sheza is still thinking about her. Ah, never mind ...

Not wanting to stay too long in unnecessary prejudice, Najib immediately left their room. Even with a slightly broken heart.

Sheza only realized that Najib was no longer with him when he heard the ringing of the door that was shifting.

"Sister, wait!" In a bit of a hurry, he caught up with Najib.

Najib stopped and turned to look at himself with a light laugh. Yes ... He could not possibly ignore his sister's indulgence, even though it had left his heart a little disappointed.

Up below, they were greeted by a beautiful princess with a waist rack.

"Ma, why so long. Iza until sleepy waiting for you."

Instead of answering her daughter's questions, she posed as a model in front of her daughter. To the point that Iza was dumbstruck.

"Mama's pretty, isn't she?"

"Pretty. But it's pretty me, Ma. Isn't that right, Pa?" Iza is coquettish and adorable, with two fingers on her cheeks as well as her smile.

"Yes ... Iza must be prettier."

Cook yes, same kids themselves compete.

Najib could no longer help but laugh watching the two women of different generations clash in style.

Thank goodness they both got along. Iza and her mother were more open and the hatred gradually disappeared.

Or does?

Could this be a sign, that he was ready to improve their relationship that had felt bland. Don't know ....

Hopefully the guess is right. But Najib did not dare to dream too far, so that later he would not be disappointed if his wish did not match the reality.

He stared at his watch for a moment.

"Let's go!" Take Najib later.

Iza immediately ran ahead of the two, leaving her parents who were walking silently, towards the courtyard of the house. They approached Mr. Parman who was standing, leaning his body on the body of the car, waiting for the arrival of the master faithfully.

The car stopped at a pretty artistic restaurant, in the middle of the city.

The three of them headed for the VIP room. There, waiting for Mr. Pheza and wife.

They got a warm welcome and chatted for a while while waiting for the order to come.

The presence of Iza, makes the atmosphere warm and lively, unlike usual that quiet and stiff.

Though when making the decision to invite Iza, there is a little worry also if they are not pleased, but all that did not happen, even Madam Pheza also enjoyed it. Many times, he joked with Iza. It may be a long time waiting for the presence of small children in his house, so he misses such moments. Understand, now they are just two. Children have grown up, choosing to live independently rather than having to gather with their parents, although not all families.

Although a little excited by the chatter, but not bothering us, the men to talk business. Sheza occasionally participates, because his brilliant thinking can provide meaningful input for this cooperation.

Just a pity, the warmth of this dinner is tarnished by the presence of her, Antony. He's the one who once filled Sheza's heart.

"Sheza's." Although shrill but quite clearly heard in Sheza's ears.

He looked directly at the owner of a voice that sounded familiar to him.

"Antony."

Sheza unnerved . He really did not expect to be reunited with the man. A man he could almost forget. They looked on for quite a while, there were meaningful gazes that they might want to express, but were hindered by the circumstances that bound him at the moment. It is clear that there is a thin puddle in his clear lake, making Najib even more tortured.

Could he be jealous?

"My wife." Call Najib slowly in order to resuscitate the woman who until now is still legitimate as his wife.

Moreover, for the man before them to immediately realize who his gaze was fixed on. The woman who has a husband.

But alas, the two did not budge at all. they were so late with their respective feelings.

Najib was very disappointed . As a husband, he felt neglected, completely unregarded, his voice was considered wind then. He turned his eyes so that his chest would not burn more. Enjoy the dish with a smile and occasionally play the spoon she holds.

"Antony, sit down." Bring Mr. Pheza is friendly. The two of them regained their senses and continued the dinner tonight quietly.

"She's your daughter?" Antony stared at Iza sitting between Sheza and Najib.

"Yes." Yeah." Sheza answered briefly. He doesn't want to talk to Antony at length. There was a sense of dismay when Najib found out that he was glancing with a thickened face, holding back resentment and anger.

"Sorry, Mom." Sheza apologized in a hurry. But Najib was indifferent, unwilling to respond.