The Shackles of Love are Lying
Trying Not to Turn

Sheza

He immediately wiped away his tears which for a moment then flowed so profusely with ablution water. Trying to shed a stifling feeling in his soul. The feeling he's been trying to shake off. But when he wanted to hold it, he actually left. She's late. Only regret that is now left behind, There is already a woman who suddenly was beside her husband. Sakiittt ...

Najib chose Aina, a woman with an enchanting personality. Soft, motherly, considerate, loving and affectionate, spoiled, gentle, and beautiful.

But that was not what made him even more hurt and sidelined. Because he's not much different. But the presence of the fruit of their love that will soon be born from the womb of Aina

So long living together, unable to realize that Najib really means anything, he even dissolves in his own feelings with uncertain expectations, between keeping her husband or waiting for a lover who has dumped her on the wedding day. Absolutely crazy ....

Possibilities that never crossed his mind, now occur. Maybe this is the best, he whispered.

Serious indeed accepted Najib's decision. But this was the consequence he had to accept due to his indecision all along.

He immediately grabbed his face back and went out of the room to the musholla room in his house. There, had been waiting for Papa Arya who had finished performing the Sunnah qobliyah prayer along with Art who was in their house.

"Where are we supposed to go?" Ask Arya to Sheza.

Sheza looked down, unable to answer. His chest was too tight to reveal what had just happened.

Arya saw Sheza's face that was swollen, it became unbearable.

Not wanting to extend the time, he immediately told Parman to announce the iqomah so that he could immediately perform dawn prayers.

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"Father, Brother is gone." said Sheza. Her tears fell back.

Arya hugged him. Let Sheza spill her grief.

"I'm sorry, Papa, son."

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Aina

Almost 2 months from that. ...

Her gestational age has now entered tri semester 3. Aina was very happy, although the pain that was getting more pressing and felt more and more overwhelming. If there is no obstruction then in the near future will be removed by caesarean section. It is not old enough, but it is better than later, the risk will be even greater.

"Maas ...."

"Hm ...." Najib replied without taking his eyes off the laptop.

Not getting a response, Aina approached him. She gesticulates with her husband, but she knows, her husband's work piles up. She landed her body beside her husband spoiled.

Coincidentally on the nightstand there are setoples of nuts, their snacks in spare time. She took one and peeled it and gave it to her husband. He ate it with pleasure.

Najib immediately stopped his typing, looking at Aina with a smile.

"What's wrong?" ask without stopping his work.

"Mas, I miss Iza" he said with a sulky face.

For a moment Najib was silent, before long a strong breath was heard from Najib's mouth. There is a sense that this month wants to always be avoided, now even tried to be revisited by the woman next to him now

He glanced for a moment, then tried to refocus on his work. Makes Aina more sulky.

It's not that Aina doesn't know that Najib has a hard time fulfilling that request, but this time he really misses, it must be fulfilled right now. He can't hold it anymore.

"Mas!" He turned his face away from Najib to look at him.

Najib tried to survive. He was silent, not responding to his wishes.

"This is it, my dear." He grew even more sulky until the clear dew dripped from the end of his eyes. He could no longer bear his longing.

Najib smiles. There is a sense of heartlessness, but how else, at this time he wants to immediately move on from Sheza. Contacting Iza is like contacting Sheza, her mother. It could be that his efforts that have not been up to a month are falling apart.

"Mas!" Aina continued sulking.

"All right."

Not lazy to contact Sheza, but he was worried that he could not rearrange his heart. All this time, he had been training to forget about it, as if there was no progress. Still in the shadows, it's hard to forget.

Now ask for help to contact, make it difficult to move on. Nyesaaakkkk .. in the chest.

But let it be, for the sake of fulfilling the bumil's wish, he also wanted to raise his phone to contact Sheza, in order to connect it with Iza.

One time not lifted, two times as well. Finally, he decided to write a chat.

[Sheza, sorry to interrupt. May I speak with Iza. I really miss]

Long wait no reply, making Najib not happy with Aina.

"Continue what not?"

He didn't answer. It's just that his face is getting cloudy.

"Aren't you jealous?"

"To whom?. ... mbak Sheza. That is my business ... All I know is, Mas even make a lot of losses papa Arya. Already gave stock to his future grandchildren. I left Sheza's mom."

Gini nih .. which makes me always waver to take off Sheza. You always push me to think about it. But no, I'll try beside you and forget about it.

"Dear you really aren't jealous?"

"No. Not because Aina doesn't love me. But doing so made Aina sad, regardless of what happened between you."

Najib breathed his breath out, staring at Aina lovingly. This time the choice was certain, and did not want to change it again, trying to be happy with Aina. Didn't Sheza also start accepting her decision. The proof, the phone was not picked up, the chat was not answered.

Too bad, it was just her guess. Suddenly the phone rings. A name I tried to forget, Sheza. Oh my God ...

Inevitably, Najib raised it by first breathing long and closing his eyes.

Remember!. .. This only follows the bumil will, not his desire that has not moved on from Sheza. He was trying to establish the intention in truth. Whether it works or not, that's business later.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokatuh."

There's no answer. It was just that at the other end there was the voice of the woman calling her daughter.

"Your mom, Papa."

"really?"

"Vc, Ma."

"Can."

A second later, a petite sweet face was already visible on his screen. The woman, who had voiced out for a moment, was now away from them, but Najib could still see the woman's steps away from the spotlight of the phone his daughter was holding.

"Papa." she cried with a happy face. It made Najib smile.

"Yes, honey."

"Why not come home now. Iza kangen, Pa."

"To the house? ..." Najib's forehead lifted.

"Aren't you going to Australia, same Grandpa?"

"Not so. Mama does not want. Mama said, want to wait for papa to come home first, new to Australia."

Najib was silent for a moment. Really so? He did not expect that Sheza also could not move on from him. Making himself wonder, was it really his decision back then?

No. .. no. That's already true. Najib tried to regain consciousness.

"When is Papa coming?"

"Sorry, Son. Papa can't. Mama Aina is sick. Papa has to wait for mama."

"When mama Aina was healed. So we can get together again?"