The Shackles of Love are Lying
Secret

“Maybe there's something to be done, Pa.”

Najib is looking for an excuse, so that Arya is not more disappointed in Sheza, his only daughter. Although in his heart he was angry with his wife's attitude, but he still had pity on Sheza not to get the anger of his parents as well.

“Go? The child is sick. Just reason!” Arya bobbing head. He was not only irritated, but also annoyed and sad to mix into one. Not knowing what else to say to expose his frustration to his only daughter.

“It's okay, Pa. He may still want a free career. Najib doesn't mind." Najib tried to entertain, even though he was not willing to do what Sheza did.

“Im sorry Papa, Son. You are patient yes.”

“God willing, Pa. Najib will try to be patient."

Patience .. Perhaps those words were questionable in his heart at this moment. Whether there is still or not.

“What's with Sheza's house until you buy a new apartment?”

“It belongs to Sheza, Pa. Najib feels bad. And also, to be close to the office and want to be independent. Najib has a family, so Najib has to take responsibility for Najib's own family. It's just that until now Sheza has not wanted Najib to stay with.”

Yes how to want to feel good and comfortable, if all this time she felt unappreciated Sheza in everything. Maybe because I feel like it's all hers, so she wants to be. Hopefully, with them staying in the house they own, Sheza will appreciate it more. Hope is so.

Honey, it's not all according to plan. With Najib having his own apartment and living there, Sheza felt free. He is becoming more and more himself. Even Iza became a victim.

“Owns Sheza, it belongs to Papa. Means yours too.”

“No, Pa. Najib is more comfortable living in Najib's own apartment.”

“Ya already if so. Patience .. with Sheza. He still needs guidance.”

Patience again ....

Will he be able to be patient with Sheza who ignores him at all times. I don't think this self is strong anymore. But to tell Papa Arya, no heart.

No more words saved. All is lost when dealing with parents who are very respected and loved. More than his love for Sheza, his daughter.

Because after all, Sheza's parents contributed a lot to him. She's been babysitting him ever since his mother's father died in an accident. Including guarding his property. Arya didn't take any of her wealth. In fact, he was given direct guidance by Arya in order to run the companies that had been abandoned by his parents. He returned all his property when he was ready to manage it.

They walked in silence, no words came out until they reached the parking lot.

“Najib, later if Sheza returns please call. Several times I called not picked up. Or maybe the number has been changed?”

“No, Pa. The number remains the same. God willing Najib to say.”

“Papa didn't stop by Najib's apartment?”

“When-anytime Son. Papa to Jogja.”

“Yes, Pa. Good luck to your destination.”

“Aamiin.”

“Where is my gift?” Iza who had been silent, now remembered something that he used to process when his grandfather came.

“Oh yes almost grandpa forgot. Your gift is at home.”

“Ashiiiik ... Thank you, Kek.” His smile was bright and his face was shining brightly.

“Ya already grandpa go first. Assalamualaikum..”

“Waalaikumsalam ..”

Najib delivered it to get in the car. He was driven by his bodyguard. Before long, he went missing from the area.

He immediately took a seat beside Aina. He allows Iza to sit alone next to his driver.

“Ayo Man, go!”

“Good, Den.”

Every now and then he glanced at Aina who was still without seriously reading the book that was in her hands. As if not disturbed by his presence.

Silent without sound, it felt strange too. With his wife with his own thoughts. Like someone who is fighting.

“I'm Sorry. You have to wait.” Najib tried to open a conversation between them.

“What's wrong,” replied Aina half-souled. His eyes did not move a bit from the book. He wanted to look at Najib because he felt there was something Najib was still hiding from him. Really pissed him off.

It is undeniable that he is thinking about all the events he has experienced since coming to this city. One can be denied comes another that can not be understood.

Okay, he can accept that Iza is a child who has been considered to be his own child. And what about Sheza. And now Arya, Iza's grandfather. It seemed that the man was no stranger to her husband. It seems that the two are very familiar when talking.

“Mas, you're not hiding anything from me, are you?”

Hearts want to be forthright, but see his innocent face without sin as if he was not willing to be hurt. Let all this be kept first. I don't know.this is good or bad, which is for sure the best decision he can take at the moment.

“Yes, I did hide something. Do you want to know?”

“Yes. I'm very curious. Hopefully not the thing that makes me hurt,” said Aina frankly.

“I don't know if this will make you hurt or not.”

“Tell me, Mas.” Lips could say that, but his heart seemed to be sliced with grief. Unknowingly, he clasped his clothes tightly.

“I whisper it huh?”

Najib put his mouth close to Aina's ear and covered it with a palm. He glanced right and left before whispering softly,

“I've been in love with you since we first met.”

“MAS!”

“Hus, don't shout! this is our secret,” Najib said with a triumphant smile.

Fortunately, Iza was asleep on the front bench just like Suparman who was concentrating on running this car.

Who is not upset, has been seriously listening, it turns out just a mere flutter. So hearty. Don't blame me if these two soft hands will strike him against his thighs.

“This is a punishment for men who like to brag.” His words were irritatedly accompanied by the hue of his cheeks that was like a tomato.

Sometimes he blinks his lips. Eeeeghf ... Why he can be deceived. Gemes feels ....

A small pinch he gave Najib on the thigh with a perfect smile without revealing his teeth which now sounded chattering.

“Auu ... Sakiiiiiettt.” Najib immediately rubbed his thigh which may have been flushed. Unfortunately not visible. It's just still hot.

Aina immediately took her book back, trying to read it with great concentration. But it can not be done because his mind this time has drifted everywhere.

Najib watched him with a triumphant smile.

My cute little wife.