The Shackles of Love are Lying
Lara Hearts

"Kangen's house?"

"Kangen, Pa .." she said with her face clear.

"No, who's over there." then Najib pointed his camera at Aina. He was sitting quietly, lying on the bed.

"Mama Aina .." shouted Iza very loudly, very deafening, to the point that Najib had to keep the phone away from his ear. And that makes Najib even happier when he sees Iza's eyes sparkling brightly with longing. Reminds me of when they were still together.

"I can talk to Mama, Papa?"

"Mama, this is also waiting. Want to talk to you."

Najib gave the phone to Aina who he immediately received with a perfect smile.

"Assalamualaikum Mama's daughter ..." greeted Aina happily.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, Mama ..." distant kiss was visible on the mobile phone screen, making Aina laugh instantly.

The two chatted loudly, very engrossed, occasionally laughed, scowled, smiled, widened their eyes, complete with the expression that Aina looked at, making Najib smile himself at someone who is now his only wife.

Maybe because he hadn't seen each other for too long, he was so enthusiastic, no longer paying attention around. To the extent that Aina did not know that Najib had returned to the sofa, continuing his work that had been delayed.

If the longing has mounted, two hours of chatting to decipher it was not felt. Najib can only comment on smiles, not wanting to disturb the preoccupation of the two of them.

He could hear.

"Mama, when was my sister born?"

"A little while, maybe another week or two."

"really?

"I've been patient to see him. I'm gonna go look at Mama Sheza with Grandpa, okay?"

"Can."

"Yeeeeiii .. fun to do. I'm gonna be a big brother soon."

"Now the hope is yes .. sister is tired. Stay asleep, stay healthy and strong."

"But I'm still missing, Ma."

"Sister has to rest too, right! Be healthy."

"Well, Ma." she replied with a sad face. But soon, he smiled brightly and said hello.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokatuh."

"Wa'alaikum salam warahmatulli wabarakatuh. Can't be late to eat and study diligently, huh Kak!"

"Yes, Ma."

Tut .. It turns out Iza finished it first. His face had now disappeared from the screen.

Aina immediately returned the phone to Najib with a happy face. The desire to meet Iza was fulfilled, although he could not hug her directly, at least he could see her cheerful face, making his longing to be cured.

"Thank you, Mas has fulfilled the wishes of his sister Iza."

"Iza's sister or Iza's mother."

"Both. hehehe ..." Aina laughed happily.

"Jaudah. now rest. Let's keep you healthy, and our baby's healthy, too."

"Yes, yes, yes," said Aina rather sniffly, "But dielus, yes." beg her while laying down the body.

Najib smiled and immediately sat down beside Aina on the bed. Aina was lying on her back to herself. Not because it was marahan, it was probably the most comfortable position at the moment for Aina to rest.

"Then your mama, dear." Najib's tease made Aina pursed her lips and muttered softly.

Najib smiled. Slowly, he rubbed Aina's stomach which was now getting softly bent. Sometimes blowing it with prayer.

He was not bothered by Aina's indulgence. Even happy because they feel needed.

"Still sick?"

"It hurts a lot."

"Patience .. may 2 more weeks be issued in accordance with the plan."

"Aamiyi."

"Mas, when did father/mother come?"

"God willing 2 days before the operation. Mother Father can not long go, pity the chicken as a goat if left for long."

"There's Rosyid."

ho.

Aina was silent and closed her eyes, feeling a sudden kick stomping in her stomach.

"Subhanallah." His lips whispered softly. His smile expanded even with his teeth tightly closed, enduring an excruciating pain.

"Sick, Honey?" He stopped his mouthful and looked at Aina worriedly. One side she was happy, showing her baby was healthy. But he felt pity, seeing Aina grimace.

"It's okay." The baby in her womb is calm again..

"Alhamdulillah."

Aina grabbed Najib's hand and hugged him tightly.

"Then this is how she'll calm down" said Aina spoiled.

Najib gave a faint smile. He let his hand be pulled and made Aina's cushion.

Lha ... lha .. This how? inevitably he also had to follow Aina's movements. He had to fall too. Fortunately the bed was large, so it fit for both of them.

One hand to cushion Aina, the other hand he used to wipe the baby who has now started to move again.

"Mas."

"Hmmm ..."

Faced with a less caesarean schedule these few days, Aina became doubtful and wary. It often comes to mind what if he is unable to go through the process.

"If Mas had to choose between me or our baby, who would I choose."

There was a breath that gently swept across Aina's body. It felt that Najib was heavy to give an answer.

"Don't force me to vote. You both mean a lot. You must be strong, dear."

"No, Mas. I'm happy enough to give birth to her, let a ...." Najib immediately covered Aina's lips with a finger. He did not want to hear any more of Aina's words. That's definitely not a good thing. He was very afraid of the worst that would happen later.

"Sleep! don't think shit. We give up all that gives us life. God willing what happens is best for us."

"False, Mas. Love the spirit."

"Sleep, Honey."

Gradually, Aina's eyes closed. He left Najib exhausted. Shortly thereafter, Najib entered the dream room.

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At Sheza's house ...

“Sheza,” call Arya, instantly disperse her reverie.

“Papa.” He immediately hugged her. On whom else would he resuscitate his head if not on the person whose hair has now begun to appear bleached.

“Already, forget him!”

Arya rubbed her hair gently. Occasionally a soft gust sounded from his nasal cavity. He is wounded, seeing as Sheza is getting hurt, Najib chooses the woman instead of defending his daughter.

“I'm sure papa's daughter will be strong.”

Sheza slowly wiped away her tears and stretched her arms.

“Yes, Papa. Forgive Sheza, make papa sad. Can't maintain my household.”

There was a heavy breath blowing from within his chest. Making her tears pool again in her clear lake. Remembering that, making his heart like it was being squeezed, his chest became painful.

“Remove your tears. Don't let your daughter know. It is enough that we feel this sadness. She's still a kid.”

He immediately moved, wanting to wash his face in the toilet so that he immediately shed all the suffering he felt.

Not even stepping, Arya had stopped him.

“Tuesday tomorrow, Papa should return to Australia. Do you want to come?”

He was silent, thinking while closing his eyes. After a while, he turned around.

“Yes, Pa. I'm in. But before I leave, I'm going to see big brother, okay?”

Arya was silent for a moment and breathed out softly. She never thought about why Sheza still wanted to meet someone she should forget. But it's .. they split up because of him, it doesn't hurt if they meet.

They were together since childhood as brothers and sisters. Taking a break is natural.

I hope this doesn't get complicated later on. Despite being very ill, Arya was able to understand her daughter's wishes.

“Papa inter.”

“Thank you Papa. Only papa and Iza Sheza now have.”