The Shackles of Love are Lying
Mama Aina

“Mama ...” Iza's voice resuscitated the two.

“Mas, it's ah. The shame! Later caught with Iza you know.”

Aina immediately woke up, breaking away from her husband's embrace. Without taking off his face, he rushed over to Iza. He left Najib, who was still curious. Why the hell, there must be interference only when you want to be alone with the wife. Just this time, he could taste the sweetness of his wife's lips. It was also a glimpse ... Still less. Make it more kangen and more curious.

I don't know, being close to Aina evokes her male instinct which has been hidden all along. Nature does not support it yet. Fate requires that he can only enjoy a smile and togetherness with Aina alone. Without being able to touch it more and more ....

Facing Sheza, I can be patient, but why face Aina as if it is difficult to control this desire. He always wanted to break his fast no longer.

O God, guide me as ever this self whispers to you.

الَّذِي يُبَلِّغُنِي حُبَّكَ اللَّهُمَّ اجْعَلْ حُبَّكَ أَحَبَّ إِلَيَّ مِنْ نَفْسِي وَأَهْلِي وَمِنْ الْمَاءِ الْبَارِدِ

“O God, I ask You for Your love, and the love of those who love You, and the practice that conveys me to Your love. O Allah, make Your love more I love than myself, my family and cold water.”

Najib immediately got up, approached the two of them.

“Alhamdulillah, Papa's son is awake. Kangen mom yes ... How to call mama-mama keep.”

“Mama this, Pa.” His fingers pointed at Aina. Najib's forehead is wrinkled. It's a wonderful surprise. Didn't think Iza knew she had a new mom. No need for her to seduce Iza to accept Aina. But how is it possible? And since when?

“This Mama Iza?” Najib pointed at Aina and Iza alternately, in astonishment. She did not believe that Iza had accepted Aina as her mother.

“Iya Papa. Isn't it Ma?” Aina nodded with a smile. Allahu Akbar, O Rohman, O Rohim. Not expecting at the beginning of this morning, he will get an extraordinary gift. She instantly brandished two thumbs up for Aina, able to quickly take her daughter's heart.

“Apaan anyway! lebay kali.” he said softly accompanied by a splash on the lips.

Lho .. really. He wants more tho! Okay with pleasure ....

As Najib took the seat, sitting next to Aina was getting ready to give a little different surprise. Wrong yourself teasing.

Just get ready, will put his lips, already heard a speech from Iza.

“Iya it's papa. Cook her thumb for Mama not for Iza?” while putting on a pouty face.

Oops...forget, there's the little guy. For you, dech. Sadaaar .. place and time is not right. He smiled, laughing at himself. Intentions wanted to surprise Aina, being undone right then and there. Not to be ....

“For my beautiful papa Princess Sholihah, don't thumbs up but where is her cheek.”

He gave his cheek to Najib. A gift of kiss on the right cheek and on the left and forehead, Najib gave with a sense of happiness. Which made Iza laugh.

“Thank you, Pa.”

“Sama-sama, Beautiful princess sholihah Papa.”

“For you later yes ...,” whispered softly in Aina's ear.

“Debt?” The feeling he had never borrowed anything to Aina. For a living born, since the beginning of marriage he has given. Not much indeed, only 5 million a week, cash. Want a form of credit card, it seems less useful. Still living in the village.

What debt then? Or ....

“Hhmmm .. it turns out to be timid but willing. Always shy but missed. Sun dear no, it turns out want more yes ... Okay, will Papa pay off with the flowers all.”

Sontak made Aina angry. His face bent, his smile faded. She never thought about why all she had in her husband's mind was that matter. My brain**can't be controlled.

“Sorry Yes Mas. Never think there if you can't give me an explanation about; FIRST, why say there's a job, know it comes to the hospital . SECOND, Why did Iza call papa on Mas Najib.”

“Remember Yes Mas. EXPLANATION! Just the explanation I wanted before we started something deeper.” Every single word that Aina put out, was full of emphasis. It made Najib shudder in horror to hear it. Coupled with the glint of his eagle-like eyes, wielding a sharp. Maybe the eyes of the angel Malik from hell. Ganas, creepy, without mercy.

Najib is not a man who can lie but keeps secrets. If his heart says it is not yet, it is not yet. Don't be forced, it won't work.

“Iza, your new mom if you get angry again, what's beautiful ugly?” Instead of responding to Aina's anger, she was absorbed in hanging out with her daughter.

“That was angry yeah, Pa. I thought anger was like Mama Sheza, hit Iza, pinch Iza, hang Iza in the bathroom. Nice time Papa scolded Mama. Papa wasn't pinched, wasn't hit, wasn't locked up in the bathroom. Mama what's her name, Pa? It's beautiful to be angry. ”

“Mama Aina, Darling.”

“Ooo ... I like Mama Aina. Where is she, Pa? I'm going to come with you. From home, later scolded again by Mama Sheza.”

“In Papa's apartment. You want to stay with Papa.”

“Mau-tiger,”

“Lha, if Mama Sheza starts how?”

“I want to come with Papa. Iza doesn't want to go with Sheza's mom anymore. Hiks hiks hiks ..”

Najib immediately grabbed his head in his arms. Letting him sob in his chest.

“Ya-ya, Iza can come with Papa. Let Papa tell Mama Sheza.”

It is not that Najib does not know the pain felt by the 5-year-old girl. He was born with hair and brown eyes. The same eyes as someone who ran away at the time of marriage with a woman who had become his fiancee. In order to save the family's honor, it was her who had to be sacrificed to replace him.

With puffy eyes, Aina approached him. Grabbing Iza and hugging her tightly.

“Have not cried. Mama is happy if Iza lives with Mama. Mama has a nemenin. But Iza needs to heal first so we can go to Papa's apartment. That's it, Pa.” Najib nodded. Sometimes he rubbed the corner of his eye. So as not to look tears that will fall.

Aina was completely powerless to shed tears when she heard Iza's arrogance about her mother. Just imagine, not able to. It was more painful what this girl felt. Why at this small age have received such treatment. It's outrageous for a woman named Sheza. He's really furious.

He was born into a simple family, never received such treatment. Her mother raised her with affection. Scolded, of course ever. But never once to physically hurt.

“Have not cried. Iza's a strong boy. If it cries, the beauty is gone. Wash face yuk.”