The Shackles of Love are Lying
gone forever

“Papa, Aina where?”

His face was pale for a moment as he looked at the empty bed.

“In operating room.”

Although he had been given by doctors from the beginning about the possibility, it still made him very uneasy.

“Iza same grandpa first, yes. Papa want to see mommy for a minute”

“What my sister will be born, Papa.” Her eyes sparkled, a thin smile decorating her tiny lips. Najib said nothing. He immediately took Iza down and stepped in haste, leaving the room.

“Grandfather. My sister's gonna be born, right?” Ask with confusion. Arya smiled and grabbed Iza in her arms, hugged her tightly and gave a small kiss on the top of her head, so that the little girl would be calmer.

“We pray that sister is born safely.” Arya led away leaving the room with a troubled heart. It is undeniable, that he is also agitated. If anything happened to Aina, she would not be able to forgive herself.

He wanted to go to the small garden, to entertain himself. But just a few steps, Iza stopped him.

“Grandfather, I want to see my sister.”

“We wish brother was born safe there, yes?”

“No...no...I want to wait there.” His little finger pointed to where Najib was stepping.

Although heavy, he complied with the request of his beloved grandson, but especially after taking a deep breath and exhaling it berahan, he turned around to where Najib went. Her lips never stopped to recite verses and prayers, hoping that Aina would safely go through this process.

“Papa. I'm afraid” Sheza hugged him. Crying on his shoulder.

“We pray, may all be safe.”

From far away Najib walked towards them with a sad face.

“Papa just go home. Poor Iza and Sheza. They're tired.”

“How is your wife?”

“Sedang handled. Pray from home, Pa.”

That's what Arya wanted. He is tired too, besides that later in the afternoon, having to go to Australia.

“Ya already then, I go home first, yes?”

He's nagging. He accidentally ignores the existence of Sheza who is beside Arya. Not because of anger or anything. But just want to avoid the mixed feelings at the moment.

He was heartbroken, that the story with Sheza is a story of the past, although the heart is still at war about it.

“But I want to see sister, Pa?”

A faint smile rippled across Najib's lips. If he saw Sheza, he would try to be strong, but when he saw her little angel, his heart was immediately broken.

“Iza can see that baby sister has come out of the stomach of mama Aina Now Iza go home first, yes. I'll let you know when I'm born.” With a little seduction, Iza finally complied as well.

Najib stared from afar at their departure. He had just left, when the shadows of the three people disappeared at the end of the hospital hallway.

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There was nothing Najib could do, but pray patiently for the presence of the little angel who had been waiting for, after he sailed the ocean of good life while with Sheza and finally now to Aina his choice.

Although time has now gone by dusk, but not even the door of the operating room is open. Desperation began to spread within Najib, did anything happen to them. Only prayers can he offer, may they be well.

He was able again to imagine something bad to befall the little angel and angel who had been present with all his sincerity.

There is regret, why he met when there was love that he tried to bury. His little love and his hope. But it turns out all in vain, because he knows that there is someone in Sheza's heart. He is always there beside her and always there for her.

The clinking of the clock in the musholla in the hospital complex, where he had his degree, during the waiting waiting for the seconds of the presence of his little angel, already showed the number twelve. He immediately stepped out of the prostration, stepping towards the place where the operation was taking place.

How disappointed his heart was, seeing that the door was still tightly closed, with the flame of a lamp emanating. How long will he wait.

Ah, maybe God is testing himself for something very special, something he has been really hoping for all this time. There was nothing to do but wait patiently. He threw his body into the now empty chair.

Silent, lonely, alone while hoping that the door will open soon. Until I didn't feel the wait until 1 hour. Oh, myGod... Could this be a sign that you have tested me with patience. What self will pass by not giving up, always being equal, hoping everything will be okay, or vice versa.

Najib went back to Musholla, continuing something that happened a moment ago.

These eyes were still pinching, despite being very tired. Only the clear grains from the sky are able to hold this body fresh, in order to be able to continue the wait.

At exactly 3 o'clock, shortly after he returned from Musholla, the door of the operating room opened.

“Family mother Aina?” call a nurse.

This heart wanted to cheer happily, upon hearing the call for him. Finally, the wait is over.

“I, Sister.”

“Alhamdullah, the son of the father was born safely, please for diazani.”

Najib has no power to vent joy from the bottom of his heart. He fell down right then and bowed. As a form of gratitude for the favors she had just received For a while, she dissolved in her prostration, only then did she follow the nurse into a special room.

“Where is my wife?” the strong desire to meet Aina forgot her ultimate goal. He wanted to congratulate someone who had sacrificed so much for him, before welcoming the baby with the prayer.

“lstri Mr. is still in intensive handling.”

“Then where is my son?”

Not until the sister turned back, another sister came out of the room in front of them. In her hand was a baby who was still red in a state of crying loudly.

“Is this my son ?” ask her enthusiastically.

“Iya true. Please diazani, Mr!”

Najib immediately grabbed a tiny baby whose face resembled his. He's very happy. Land on the square of azan in the right ear of his son, making his cry stop instantly. After he finished he was silent for a moment then turned the tiny baby, so that his left ear was in front of his mouth. Soon after, Iqomah was softly delivered.

Not tired of him looking at the handsome face of a little baby who is still red. There were not many words coming out of her lips, but her radiant gaze as well as her glaring smile, signified that there was a burning sense she wanted to try to tell the world. Could this be called that he had fallen in love again with a tiny baby in his cradle.

“Thank God.” whispered in heart.

“sorry, sir. Our father's son will be brought. She still needs intensive care.”

“Alright, sister.”

With a heavy heart he took off the little baby. But what to say, those who are more capable and understand about the care of newborns.

“Can be put together with his mother, Sus?”

“It looks like it can't,Pak. Mother also requires intensive care.”

“Can I see him?”

The sister was silent a thousand languages, she looked at Najib with a flat face. It was hard to understand what he was hiding at the moment. But to pry him further, Najib had no courage.

“In the meantime I will take you to the edelweis room, please wait there?”

“Good.”

While a nun took her son away, Najib stepped out of the room escorted by another nun. He immediately headed towards the room that the nurse had pointed out earlier. To get there he had to turn around, surround the room.

It didn't take long to find the room.

Whose heart is not filled when he sees the wife helpless in bed, still with his eyes closed. Aina was unconscious as she entered.

“What with my wife, Doc?”

“Mother has experienced severe bleeding. If there is anything later, please contact us.” immediately A doctor's message to Najib before leaving the room. Najib nodded.

Before long, Aina opened her eyes.

“Dik, Thank God you are aware.”

“How our son.”

“Alhamdulillah, he survived. Thank you, you gave a little angel to me.”

“Mas, I'm tired. I want to sleep.”

“Sleep. I'll take care of you.”

A moment later, Aina's eyes closed again. Only a breath could be heard from his nose.

From the hospital complex was heard the sound of dawn. Najib immediately prayed in the room as well. After praying, she found Aina still asleep. He continued with the Quran beside Aina. For some reason, drowsiness also reached him, without him noticing..

She faintly saw a white shadow coming towards her by holding a baby she already knew.

“Aina, is that really you. Can you walk?”

“Yes, Mas. Its me. I'll leave our son...”.

“Where are you going?”

The shadow did not answer. Najib only saw a very sweet smile from his wife's lips. For a long time the shadow disappeared....

“Aina...” Najib called, but the shadow left.

Then, he woke up. And very surprised when he saw the monitor Sudak did not show his wife's heartbeat again......

Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji’un ....

Hiks..hiks....