The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
Do not spread Slander

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.'

While inside the house, Aulia went straight to the kitchen to bring the porridge that was still there for Yasmin.

"Son, there's Om Shain, outside. Om wants to pick up Yasmin, " said Aulia after returning to the family room.

Aulia then immediately carried Yasmin to take the little girl to the porch of her house, complete with porridge in a medium-sized dining and medicine owned by Yasmin.

Ammar precedes the step of the mother to the terrace.

"Om Shain mo pick you up, Yasmin?" asked Ammar, making Husain who was closing his eyes while leaning on the back of the bench, surprised.

"Yes, son," Husain replied, smiling. The man who had a shady look rubbed the top of Ammar's head lovingly.

"So, Yasmin ate her porridge. He had also taken medicine" Aulia said after sitting down to keep her distance from Husain.

"This porridge is still there, later if Yasmin asks for maem again can Mas pitya," he continued while keeping the dining box and the drug belongs to Yasmin on the table.

"Thank you very much, Dik Lia. So trouble you," Husain said sincerely.

"It's okay, Mom. As neighbors, we should not help each other" Aulia replied. 'It wasn't a stab in the back, like what our partner had done!' aulia's wrath in the heart.

Not wanting to trouble Aulia any longer, Husain immediately took the princess from the lap of his mother Ammar.

"One more time, thank you very much, Dik Lia," said Husain who had carried his daughter. "If there were no Dik Lia, my job would have been neglected and Yasmin might still be fussy" he continued.

"Together, Mas. No need to hesitate," replied Aulia.

Husain smiled at the hijab-wearing woman who was next door to his house. "We're saying goodbye, Dik Lia."

"Come, Salim used to be with Aunt Lia" Husain led the princess.

Aulia welcomed Yasmin's tiny hand. "Smart kid. Get well soon, honey," he said, rubbing Yasmin's head gently.

"Same salim Mas Ammar," guided Husain while humbling his body so that the princess could greet Ammar.

"Later sole we play agi yes, Dik," pinta Ammar.

"Yes, Mas Ammar," Husain replied representing the princess.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mas Ammar, Aunt Lia," said Husain as he said his greetings. Cynthia's husband immediately left Handoyo's magnificent residence to return to his modest home.

The house that he bought with savings during Husain's work became a motor vehicle parts sales, when he was still himself.

The house that never once renovated because of Husain's income is actually quite a lot, drained to meet the wishes of the wife whose lifestyle is hedon.

While on the porch of Aulia's house, after the death of Husain and Yasmin, the young woman then invited the son to go inside.

"Son, this was Ammar given the same snack Om Shain." Aulia gave a plastic bag containing snacks to the son.

Ammar opened the plastic bag. "Well, a lot of checks, Nda. There's shushu!" exclaim Ammar, girang.

Yes, of course, the little boy was very happy to receive quite a lot of children from Husain. Because, the mother rarely buy Ammar snacks to save money shopping that is very much drink from the husband.

Aulia looked at the excitement of Ammar who dismantled all the snacks and began to count them one by one.

"One, two, three, four ...."

"Mother wants to pray first, yes. Ammar maem served slowly, do not rush," said Aulia who rushed to the room.

Leaving the son who was still busy counting the snacks given by his father Yasmin.

The sun began to slip to the western horizon, leaving a tinge of golden color at the horizon.

The little birds flew back towards the cage, welcoming the soon to come night.

A mother and a son look very neat, as if to go far away and never come back.

"So, old dad?" asked Ammar who seemed impatient waiting for his father to return home.

"Patience, yes. Perhaps in a moment," replied Aulia, comforting her son.

'Haven't you guys had fun for two days, Mom? So you haven't come home yet?' inner Aulia asked, by suppressing the pain at the bottom of her heart.

Yes, Aulia told the son that they were both going to leave, but she waited for her father Ammar to return home.

Aulia did not say that they would leave without her father, until Ammar concluded that they would leave together.

"We're going to be a lot, aren't we, Nda?" ammar asked again, unraveling the reverie of Aulia.

Not yet Aulia answered the son's question, heard the horn of the husband's car in front of the gate of his house.

Aulia rushed to the gate and opened the sliding door, so that the husband's car could enter the yard.

After Handoyo's car came in, Aulia closed the gate and immediately welcomed her husband as usual if he came home on time.

"Make me some hot coffee, Lia! I feel like my eyes are so fucking sleepy!" pinta Handoyo passed after giving the bag of clothes he had brought yesterday, to his wife.

Of course he was very sleepy because the father of one child stayed up late with his lover who is a neighbor next door to his own house.

Aulia could only sigh deeply and then follow the steps of the husband while leading the son.

"Ammar wait in the room first yes, son. Mother wants to talk to father for a while," Aulia pinta as she gently rubbed the top of her son's head.

The beautiful woman went straight to the kitchen after before, she kept her husband's bag on one of the tables in the corner of the living room and made sure that the son entered the room.

A little while later, Aulia had returned to the living room.

Not seeing her husband in the living room, Aulia rushed towards the main room. "Mas, will the coffee be brought here or in the living room?" ask Aulia.

"Save it in the living room only," Handoyo replied as she kept the phone away from her ear. Apparently, Aulia's husband was on the phone with someone.

Aulia closed back the room door, she then walked towards the living room.

After storing the coffee on the table, Aulia sat down to wait for her husband.

Not long after, Handoyo followed. The man sat down casually, right next to his wife.

The aroma of coffee is fragrant and so tempting, leading Handoyo to immediately sip coffee made by the wife who tastes like none of it.

"Mas, someone wants Lia to ask.' The beautiful woman strengthened her resolve to ask, after the husband kept back his coffee that had been reduced enough, on the table.

"Yes, what's wrong?" handoyo asked flatly and felt absolutely no guilt.

"So far, what's the relationship with Ms Cynthia?" Aulia looked at the husband.

"What do you mean, Lia? Do not spread slander without proof! What if Tia's husband hears, it's going to be a misunderstanding, right?"

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