The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
Sholehah's Wife

Aulia was stunned in front of the wardrobe that she had just opened the door. He observed a pile of clothes that were not much in the closet. Clothes that most of Aulia bought when she was a girl.

"I certainly can, bismillah ...." The young woman took her medium-sized backpack and began to put one by one her clothes into the backpack.

Not all of Aulia brought, she only brought some of her old clothes that were still appropriate enough to wear. While the negligee who all Aulia bought when pregnant Ammar and many have been torn here and there and the color has faded, he just left it in the wardrobe made of beautiful carved teak wood.

'Looks, enough.' Aulia took a long breath. He then rushed out while carrying his backpack on his right shoulder, the young woman then headed for the son's room.

In Ammar's room, after putting the bag on the floor, right in front of his son's wardrobe, Aulia knelt while staring at the still-sleeping baby.

'I'm sorry mom, son.' Aulia's tears welled up in both eyes, making the young mother's gaze blurred.

"Nda," The small voice of Ammar that suddenly woke up, surprised Aulia and the young woman immediately shrank her tears so that the son did not know if he was crying.

"Gst ... Ammar booby again, yes. Tuh, look, Dik Yasmin is also still a bobok." Aulia then sat on the edge of the mattress while patting the ass of the son who did look still sleepy.

Ammar briefly looked to the right side, where there was Yasmin who was still asleep. Before long, the boy fell asleep again in his dream.

Aulia breathed in relief. Rushing the hijab-wearing woman got up and then headed towards the wardrobe of the son's clothes.

He did the same with Ammar's clothes. One by one the clothes of the son who still fit and deserve to wear, he put it in a backpack.

Aulia put on Ammar's clothes and arranged in such a way, so that the bag was not how big it was, fit for her clothes and clothes belonging to her son.

"Alhamdulillah, everything is done. Stay waiting for Mas Han and ask for an explanation from him," Aulia murmured as she lay down beside Ammar's small body.

Tired of soul and tired of body, making Aulia fall asleep by herself while hugging the son.

Time continued to pass, the sun increasingly crawled up to be right on top of the crown.

The sound of the dhuhur adhan from the mosque located not so far from the Handoyo residence, made Aulia wake up and open her two groups of eyes.

"His dream, I fell asleep for quite a while," Aulia murmured while looking to the right.

The young woman smiled when she found that Yasmin was awake and was playing Ammar's shirt. He tugged at Ammar's shirt while calling his playmate's name. "Mazh ... Masy, nagging," he said quietly and was not heard clearly.

"Yasmin is awake, dear," Aulia greeted with a gentle look. The beautiful woman then shuffled and held the little girl's forehead. "Alhamdulillah, it's not as hot as before" he murmured.

"We woke up Mas Ammar, yuk!" Aulia then lifted up Yasmin's still weak body and carried the little girl into her lap. Aulia then patted gently on the son's cheek.

"Dear, wake up, son. Yasmine, Yasmin is awake" said Aulia slowly.

A moment later, Ammar opened his eyes and the boy smiled when he found his mother holding Yasmin.

Ammar squirmed for a while and then tried to sit properly. "Nda, let's go maem bubul. Telus, Yasmin smooth mimic cepet cure," pinta Ammar who remembered that he had helped the mother make porridge.

"Come, but Ammar wash his face first, yeah!" Aulia then sat Yasmin back down and helped her son to urinate and wash his face.

After helping Ammar, the soft-hearted woman then wiped Yasmin's face with a wet tissue so that the little girl felt fresher.

Aulia also groped the diapers worn by the daughter of a woman who had been having an affair with her husband, to ensure that the little girl was comfortable with her diaper.

"Come on, we'll go to the dinner table, honey!" take Aulia to the son. The woman came out of her son's room holding Yasmin and leading her little son.

"Mas Ammar is sitting here in a chair, yes. Let Mas's seat be at Dik Yasmin's seat," asked Aulia to withdraw the seat, so that the son would sit there.

Aulia then sat Yasmin in a special dining chair for the children. "You wait a minute, yeah. Mother wants to take the porridge first in the kitchen," Aulia's message which then passes to the kitchen.

Before long, the young lady had returned with two bowls of porridge in hand. Aulia immediately served the porridge in front of Yasmin and Ammar.

"Come, Mas Ammar lead the do'a first, son!" Aulia raised both hands and then led the son to read the do'a before eating.

Yasmin, who was sitting in her chair, raised both hands and her tiny mouth was about to imitate Ammar's words.

"Come, we'll eat!" take Ammar while turning to Yasmin, after they finished praying.

Yasmin ate while being assisted by Aulia, while Ammar ate by himself voraciously.

"The moon is sagging, Nda," said Ammar with a mouthful of food.

"Darling, if you eat, don't talk yet." Aulia warned the son.

The boy nodded, understood and then continued to eat again.

After enjoying the porridge, Ammar returned to prayer as taught by the mother.

Aulia then administered the heat-lowering drug to Yasmin and painstakingly wiped Yasmin's tiny mouth with a tissue.

"Mas Ammar keep Dik Yasmin, yes. Mommy wants to pray first," Aulia's pinta while taking Yasmin to the spacious family room.

The mother-of-one sat Yasmin on the floor of the tapestry. Aulia then brought a few toys belonging to Ammar, most of which were gifts from Luna, her best friend.

"Well, you guys play here, just. Don't go anywhere, Mas Ammar. I'm a big boy, I have to take care of Yasmin." Before leaving the two boys, Aulia makes sure that the son can take good care of Yasmin.

Just now the mother Ammar was about to go to the main room, heard the door of his house on tap from outside. Aulia then rushed towards the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Dik Lia," said Husayn as soon as Aulia opened the door of her house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mas," Aulia replied with a friendly smile. "You're gonna go get Yasmin, okay?" ask Aulia who doesn't need an answer.

"Please sit down, Mom. Let me take Yasmin out." Aulia pointed at the bench on the porch of her house.

Husain was still glued to the spot, the man frowned deeply.

"Sorry, Mas. I cannot allow Mas Husain to go inside because Mas Han is not at home" explained Aulia who understood the confusion of her neighbors.

Husain nodded with a smile of understanding. "Yes, Brother. I understand," he replied.

"Here, there is a little snack for Ammar," Husain said as he offered a bag of snacks to Aulia.

"Duh, Mom. Why bother with everything?" Aulia felt bad. "Thank you very much, Mom. I'm going inside first." Aulia rushed inside to bring Yasmin to her father.

Husain smiled. The man with the sweet smile of having two dimples then headed to the bench appointed by the host, to wait for his daughter.

'If I had a gentle wife like Aulia, my life and Yasmin would be very happy.'

💖💖💖 connect ...