The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
The Seminar

"Which old town is next door, Ma'am?" The baritone voice of the taxi driver who asked, made Aulia forget for a moment about the husband who had an affair with her own neighbor.

"I'm sorry, if my question took Mbak by surprise" the taxi driver continued, looking back. "I saw from earlier, Mama was sad. Is Mama having a problem?" tanyanya, then.

So late in the sadness that Aulia did not realize, that the taxi driver had noticed himself through the reflection of the rearview mirror.

The young woman shook her head. "No, Sir. I just miss my late father again, "Aulia replied.

Yes, all of a sudden, Aulia really misses the father who died almost three years ago when she was pregnant with her first child.

A caring and loving father Aulia, who never knew about the difficulties the youngest daughter was going through. Because, when the father was alive, Handoyo treated Aulia well, although not as sweet as husbands who love the same wife.

At least, Handoyo never spoke ketus, although still stingy. Her adult husband also never disputed Aulia's appearance, and never compared her to other women.

"Mother." The voice of the returning driver called out, unraveling Aulia's daydream.

"Yes, Sir. In the Asri housing," replied Aulia. "Sir, the front intersection will stop for a while. At the cake shop," the door later.

"Well, Ma'am," replied the driver.

Right in front of the cake shop Aulia was referring to, the taxi carrying Ammar stopped. Gegas Aulia went down to buy her sister Luna's favorite brownie and lapis legit, her mother's favorite friend.

"Have, Mother?" the taxi driver asked, looking back.

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"Please turn back, sir," pinta Aulia after sitting comfortably.

The blue taxi drove back, turning towards the housing mentioned by the passenger.

"Father wait a minute, I just want to pick up my son," Aulia's pinta who rushed down, after the taxi stopped in the spacious yard of her mother's residence Luna.

Before long, Aulia had returned with the son accompanied by a middle-aged woman.

"Sometimes, get Ammar to play here again huh, son Lia," said the graceful woman before Aulia got into the taxi.

"God willing yes, Ma," replied the hijab-wearing woman with a sincere smile.

Aulia then greeted her mother Luna. "We go home first yes, Ma," said Aulia. "Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam," the woman replied with a smile that continued to expand on her lips, making Aulia's heart become cool for a moment.

A taxi carrying Aulia and her son drove back, splitting the streets of the provincial capital to get to his passenger's house.

Along the way, Ammar's voice was very domineering. The boy told many things, about his activities earlier when left by the mother.

Ammar seems very happy to be around people who love him like his mother Luna and Ririn, Luna's youngest sister.

"Ammal jang deh, Nda, cama Oma good. Not unlike the grandmother who was in the name of Ammal," said Ammar honestly.

The son of Aulia called his mother Luna as good oma because that is how his mother Luna was very good to Aulia and also very fond of Ammar.

"Son, Ammar can't talk like that, yeah. Grandma's not exactly Ammar, anyway. Maybe, grandma again sprained the same so grandma spoke in a high tone," explained Aulia trying to give a positive understanding to the son.

Aulia could only let out a long sigh, she could no longer argue that the son was already adamant because Aulia admitted, her mother-in-law often spoke in a high tone to Ammar, as if the boy who came out of his womb was not part of the family of Pak Tarno.

Aulia rubbed the top of the son's head. "We'll tell you something else." The young mother of one child switched the conversation.

Ammar again told a lot of stories, until unknowingly, the taxi they were riding in had turned towards the housing complex where the Handoyo house is quite magnificent, located.

"After the front fork, there is a high fence, sir," Aulia told the taxi driver where they were going down.

The beautiful woman immediately extended a sum of money to pay the taxi fare, not forgetting Aulia gave a paper bag containing baked brownies to the taxi driver.

"For the family at home yes, sir," he said sincerely.

Yes, in addition to buying souvenirs for Ririn and her mother, Aulia also bought for the son and the taxi driver.

Although the shopping money given by the husband is far from enough, but Aulia still sets aside some to make the people around her happy.

Not infrequently, Aulia gave pocket money to an aunt who worked at her in-laws' residence, although the amount was not much. However, Aulia's sincerity and deftness, made the assistant's aunt feel very happy every time she received the noble-hearted woman's gift.

"Ouch, Ma'am. Thank you very much, may Mbak always be in the protection of Allah and happy always," said the taxi driver sincerely, while receiving a gift from Aulia.

"Amorochen ...." He comforts the do'a, expectantly.

Gegas, Aulia invites the son to enter the house. However, his steps came to a halt when he had just set foot in his moderately tall courtyard and heard a familiar crying sound in his ears.

The notoriously friendly young lady immediately turned her head towards the source of the voice, beside her house.

From where Aulia was standing, she could clearly see the courtyard of the neighbor's lower house from her courtyard.

"Nda, Yasmin nanis, Nda. That's Yasmin's towel" said Ammar, drawing the mother's hand.

Aulia nodded at the son.

He then looked at the man who was holding a girl who was still crying, smiling kindly.

"Yasmin why, Mas?" aulia asked with a slight hardening of her voice so that the man could hear clearly.

Aulia then led Ammar, walking closer to the fence. He saw the little boy who was in the sling of the father, his forehead on the compress with a heat-lowering compress.

"Foam, Daughter. Already since yesterday, but the fever is still high," the man replied with a tangled face. Perhaps, the man was exhausted from taking care of the princess alone.

"Where is Tia's mother, Mas?" aulia asked pretending not to know where the neighbor was going.

"Cynthia attended a seminar on improving the educational capacity of pre-school children since yesterday, Dik. Later in the afternoon just returned home," replied Cynthia's husband, who did not know about the behavior of his wife.

'No, Mas! Your wife is not attending any seminars, but she is having fun with my husband, Aulia, bitter.

'Yes Allah .. if there is a yes, the mother who could leave her child who is feverish just to have fun and obey her lust.'

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