The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
I'm Not Her Bladder Father

"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?" Handoyo's voice instantly rose.

Handoyo's high voice, making Ammar who heard the father's words that like scolding the mother, went straight out of the room to make sure that the mother was okay.

"Nda," call Ammar, approach the mother. The little boy then hugged his mother and hid the face on Aulia's chest.

Handoyo stared cynically at his wife and son, making Aulia's heart ache even more.

"Ammar play first in the room yes, son," persuaded Aulia while inching. The young woman then moved up while lifting the body of the son.

"Wait a minute, Mom. Lia take Ammar to the room first," she said as she passed to the son's room.

Handoyo's forehead wrinkled deep. 'Where does he know, huh?' the inner husband of Aulia, wondered inwardly.

Before long, Aulia had returned with a cell phone in hand.

"I'm not spreading slander, Mas. I saw with my own eyes, it was at the hotel in the upper area, "Aulia said after she sat back down.

"People who look like times?" Handoyo is still trying to evade. "So, why are you going there? Or maybe you're playing with fire behind my back!" Aulia's husband turned around to accuse.

"Mas said, don't spread slander. Why are you accusing me without proof?" Aulia stared intently at the husband, smiling cynically.

"Mas forgot, today I have a reunion there? And I'm giving my permission, too, aren't I?" ask Aulia, then.

"I came there with Luna and her husband, Mas. And I also have proof of Mas' intimacy with Sister Cynthia!" Aulia thrust her butut phone, which she just played the recording earlier when in the cafe.

Handoyo, who had not seen the video footage of herself and Cynthia, was still being cynical about Aulia. However, a second later the arrogance on the man's face, disappeared and changed with anger.

"Bad!" Either the curse he aimed at who, which Handoyo was obviously very angry and then threw with all his might the wife's cell phone towards the wall, to cause a very loud sound.

"Mas." Netra Aulia was teary-eyed watching as her phone had been smashed apart like her heart at the moment.

"Sir." Ammar's voice from the doorway, made Aulia immediately turn towards the source of the sound.

The beautiful woman immediately rushed towards the son who had broken tears without making a sound, hearing the sound of a cell phone hitting the wall. Aulia clutched tightly onto Ammar's tiny, vibrating body.

Ammar grew up to be a very sensitive child to the attitude of the father. This is because Handoyo himself often shows his anger and rudeness towards the wife, in front of the little boy.

Although Aulia had often told the son that his father loved them both, but in the soul of Ammar has been imprinted that the father is a fierce father and does not love him and also the mother.

"Calm down, son. Mother is okay, really. Father is not angry with mother, father is just tired," whispered Aulia, enduring the pain of seeing the son like this.

After Ammar calmed down enough, Aulia brought her son back into the room. "Wait here first, yeah. Mommy just for a moment," said her goodbye while kissing the cheek of the son.

The boy nodded, obediently.

"After knowing everything, what do you want now?" Handoyo stared at the wife.

Aulia who had just sat herself down at the place earlier, let out a long sigh. The hijab-wearing woman momentarily closed her eyes. 'Bismillah, Lia. This is for the good of your son, ' he whispered inwardly, making a determination.

"I want to, we'll split up!" reply Aulia with full emphasis on the last word. The beautiful woman looked at her husband, without blinking. Wanting to know how Handoyo reacted, hearing his demands.

"Are you sure you can live a decent life out there?" cibir Handoyo, asked.

Aulia suppressed the pain in the chest, hearing the husband's question. "God willing, Mas. There is Allah, the Exalted," said Aulia, sure.

"I won't give you a penny because you want this farewell, Lia!" handoyo. "Rethink!" he continued while moving.

"I don't need your money, Mom!" exclaim Aulia who came up. "I'll leave immediately, without bringing anything from your house!" continued.

Handoyo turned around and looked coldly at the wife. "Including the dowry I used to give you! You can't take him!"

"And remember, Lia! I will never care about Ammar and will not pay for his life, if you take him away from here!" handoyo.

"Give me my son, I conceived and gave birth, and took care of him alone! And I'm the one who will take full responsibility for my son's life!" Aulia resolute.

"And for the dowry, it's my right, Mas! You have no more rights, after you give it when Ijab qabul is spoken!" aulia continued with a hateful look at the self-informed man like Handoyo.

"But if you beg like this, I will sincerely give you the dowry, Mum!" Aulia immediately passed towards the son's room.

"Awhile, son. Soon the mother's business is done," said Aulia, rubbing the top of Ammar's head gently.

The young woman with one child then unpacked her backpack and took out a small box containing a dowry.

He opened the box and took one of his original bracelets and necklaces, a gift from his mother when she was a girl and put them back in the bag.

After making sure her backpack was neatly covered, Aulia rushed out while carrying a red heart-shaped jewelry box.

"Check the contents first, so that Mas believes that the contents are still intact," Aulia pinta while keeping the small box on the table.

"No need!' answer Handoyo, ketus.

Aulia was harshly wasting her breath. Without a word, the young woman then passed back to the son's room.

Before long, Aulia came out of Ammar's room holding a small black bag and carrying a backpack on her back. The young woman walked while leading the son.

"Come on, Ammar Salim used to be with me!" pinta Aulia who does not want to instill hatred in the heart of the son against his biological father.

"No need! I'm not his real father, am I?"

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