The Shackles of Love are Lying
Bumil Mood

I didn't know this story would get any more complicated. The appearance of Anthony, biological Papa Iza, made our hearts become alarmed. Although he has no right at all to Iza, but that does not mean he cannot have Iza. My mind became unsettled, worried that he would secretly take Izza. I don't want to lose Iza, no matter what.

The problem of Sister Sheza who has not been able to accept me has not been resolved, is now increasing again a problem that I cannot ignore just like that.

"Mas later pick up his iza not to be late huh. I'm afraid why-why .. or .. let me pick up Iza later. How's it?"

This worry has made him unable to control his feelings to immediately express it, even though they are still at the dinner table and together Iza as well.

Najib rounded his eyes, looking at him dumbstruckly. He immediately stopped chewing the food, swallowing it immediately.

He immediately took the white water next to him, and gulped it over, so that it was relieved and there was no food scraps blocking the airway when he had to answer Aina's words like he wanted to respond immediately.

"Yes, Mama Iza. Never too late to pick up Iza."

"But the one who picked up Mr. Parman. Today must be its own. I don't want to tell Mr. Parman. If Mas can't, let me pick him up myself."

Why my wife today ...

It's really out of the ordinary. He is usually very calm in dealing with problems. But not this time. Since waking up, Iza has been busy. While helping myself prepare to go to work, he also explained the schedule that I have to do this day with Iza. This is when to make it, really in such detail. Just hearing it, made my head dizzy

Well, then, I'm sorry I told him about Iza.

"Mama calm yeah .. Remember your daughter is not just Iza. The one in your stomach also needs to be taken care of."

"Yes .. yes, Mas. I know. But Mas also can't be careless Iza ..." Apparently there are still some left behind. Hopefully not too long. I can't help but let her talk to herself while I'm still busy with my breakfast.

"Ok." I said as soon as I stopped talking. Don't have to answer long. So that if he wants to talk back, it is also not long. And more importantly this ....

Najib immediately took the milk and gave it to Aina.

"Drink, go cold." If it is not stopped, it will continue, maybe we will have bad luck later.

Aina took the drink with a slight frown and looked at me with a slightly grunted face.

"So, really, Mas."

"Yes, honey."

Sabaaarrr ... is dealing with pregnant women.

Not only was I made a 'surprise' this morning, Iza did not escape her target.

"Iza is too, son. Do not be invited by strangers. Don't want to be given something, who knows it's dangerous. Don't leave school if you don't have Papa or Mama. Don't be naughty, don't play far away. No ...."

Looks like my wife this time forgot who she said to be. Long talk or better fit if I call the lecture. Especially by using a sentence that begins "do not." About Iza understand what not yes ....

Seems not. He looked at Mama Aina with a gawk and was confused. Only one sentence was spoken.

"Pa, mama why?"

"I don't know, Brother. Maybe it's the sister's words that are in your mama's belly."

"Oooooo .." she replied while nodding and continued eating her only few mouthfuls without caring what Mama Aina said.

"Iza understands, right?"

"Understand Ma."

I'm sure Iza doesn't really understand what my wife is saying. But it was a good answer to relieve Mama Aina's heart, in order to stop the hubbub at the dinner table. We can have breakfast in peace.

Thank God, the atmosphere is conductive and we can enjoy the dish until it is finished until what is on the plate is no longer left.

And we can finally say goodbye. Relief ... That's probably what I and Iza felt.

"Already, Ma. Don't worry, Papa will always look after Iza."

"Yes, Mom."

"Believe it, Yang."

"Is the Iza Already Salim Mama?"

He said, immediately approached Mama Aina with a smile.

"Iza go first, Ma."

"Yes. Remember mom's message, honey."

"Yes, Ma. Assalamualaikum wr.wb."

"Waalaikum salam warahmatullahi wa barokatuh.

He kissed Iza's head and two cheeks before letting her go with a face that wasn't okay.

"I'm also leaving, Yang. Don't mind much, God willing I'll take care of Iza. Just pray from home."

"Yes, Mas." A small kiss of a little longer duration than usual, Najib gave it to Aina so that she was calmer.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokatuh."

"Waalaikum salam warahmatullahi wa barokatuh."

Aina stared at their departure until she exited the door of her apartment, and disappeared from sight. Only then did he resume his usual home activities.

But the anxiety came back when the clock showed at 12:00. Has Mas Najib picked him up, or hasn't. Isn't it time to go home.

A few times pressed the phone button, but not lifted as well. Do you think Najib forgot? He also became agitated. Inevitably he called the driver who used to pick up Iza.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr Parman?"

"Waalaikum salam. What's up, Mom?"

"Where is Parman now?"

"On the road. I'm gonna go get Neng Iza."

"Same Father?"

"Ngapunten Ma'am. I have a guest, it seems important not to be left, so I was told to pick it up."

Mas Najib's. Dech ... I told you to pick up Iza, still Mr. Parman told.

"Pak Parman can stop by. I'm gonna go get Iza."

There was no answer for a moment, but the phone was still on.

"I'll let you know, Non. I'm worried Mom why-why if mom comes, I. later I also get angry Mr."

"It's dech, sir. It's about Iza. Surely you allow it, just pick it up, really."

"All right, Mom."

Parman could not resist Aina's wishes. He's just a driver, tell this to run, tell it to run. Don't ask too many questions. The principle of him as a driver, do not kepo on the affairs of the employer. It could be hard on its own later.

Parman immediately turned his car towards the apartment. Arriving at the parking lot, he had seen the master pacing in front of the apartment door. Not until he turned off the car engine, it looks like the employer has come to him.

"Sir, how long is it?" his face looks upset. Then soon

open the door quickly. And sit in the back seat with the same attitude.

Hah ... speedometer feeling in the car was in the range of 100 less-little, understand the road is quiet. But why is it still said to be slow, same this young mistress. It seems like this young mistress is preparing herself too quickly. Hehe ....

Face anger with a smile.

"Sorry, Nope."

"Yes already. Let's go for it."