The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
The Face That Looks So Sad

"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?" Handoyo stared at the cynical Aulia. Her lips lifted up slightly and revealed a sly smile.

"Astaghfirullah, Mas .. What talk, you!"

Handoyo raised her right hand, hinting for Aulia not to continue her words.

"Go, you're not my wife anymore and get out of my life!" throw out Handoyo then, without feeling.

Out there, the twilight sky that was once bright with sunlight that was giving off a reddish glow, suddenly darkened with clumps of clouds that were marching in the wind.

The sound of lightning rang out in utter disdain, as if showing his anger at the husband who had neglected his duties and responsibilities towards his wife and son

Heavy rain flushed the earth, nature seemed to cry as she watched the pain of Aulia's heart that was wasted by her husband and son who were not recognized by her biological father.

Aulia raised her chin, the beautiful woman's smile bloomed perfectly. "We will definitely live happier lives out there" he said with confidence, as well as tucked into a do'a and hope for the future of both of them, later.

The mother and little boy soon passed from Handoyo's presence with definite steps, without any hesitation at all.

Leaving behind the bitter wounds and memories that had been inscribed by Handoyo, the man who should have been a protector for the two human children. A man is called a husband and is called a father.

"Rain, Son. Momentarily, mother open her umbrella," said Aulia who had snatched the umbrella that was beside the door.

Just as Aulia opened the umbrella, from where she was standing in the courtyard of her former husband's mansion, the young mother saw a taxi stop right in front of the house next door, Cynthia's house.

Aulia saw the sexy woman who was her husband's affair get off the taxi, with a tired-looking face. Just like Handoyo's face earlier, when he had just returned home.

"There's a taxi, son. Come on, let's just take that cab!" take Aulia who directly carried the son in front, while carrying an umbrella towards the gate.

Aulia then stopped the taxi that was just about to leave.

"Sir, get out of town, will you?" aulia asked, shortly after she sat down inside and sat the son down on the bench next door.

"Where, Ma'am?" ask the taxi driver.

Aulia then mentioned the name of the small town, where she was born and raised which is south of the provincial capital.

"Can, Ma'am, because it's not too far away," replied the driver who immediately drove a light blue sedan type car, down the road slightly inundated because the rain fell very heavily.

"Well, why so far, sir?" asked Aulia, curious.

"If it's far away, I'll get home last night. Pity my wife, if we have to take care of our young child alone continue. Therefore, I always try to go home at the latest isya', in order to take turns to look after our child," explained the taxi driver who was a little above Handoyo.

"Definitely your wife and son, very happy yes," said Aulia.

"Hopefully, Ma'am. I can't give them the luxury that I can give them only a little time left after a long day of work outside the home, care and affection," the taxi driver replied while looking at Aulia, through the mirror reflection in front of her.

'If I had a caring and loving husband like this father, surely my life and my son would be very happy, ' Inner Aulia. Unknowingly, a clear grain welled up in the eye patch and then dripped, drenching his thin cheeks.

'No, no. Yes Rabb, forgive me. It is not the intention of the servant to judge the destiny that You have given us both, is not it. My sincere servant, Rabb. Merely, I beg, may the future be only the good destiny that You have set for me and my son.'

A moment of silence was created in the cabin of the vehicle with a capacity of four passengers. No one speaks and each one is busy with his own thoughts.

Aulia focused on thinking about what steps she would take after arriving at her destination. While the taxi driver who had seen sadness on the faces of his passengers, wondered in his heart.

'Still very young, beautiful, this kind of rain-dropping away from home and seemed to be carrying a lot of clothes, could there be a problem with his household?'

"Bak, if his son is cold, his AC can be reduced" said the driver, when he saw Ammar curled up next to his dreamy mother.

"Eh, yes, sir. A slight chill, yes," Aulia's pinta regained her senses and then immediately hugged the son.

"Get cold, son. Sorry, yes. Mommy forgot to bring you a jacket," he said, slowly.

"Sorry, Ma'am. Here's a scabbard, to cover his son. It's still pretty clean, though. I only wear it if I want to pray," bargained the driver while removing the holster he just took from the dashboard of the car.

"Oh, yes, sir. Thank you very much" said Aulia, taking the scabbard and then covering the body of the son who was now lying down, with his head on his lap.

The taxi driver smiled friendly. The focus then returns to the increasingly invisible highway as the rain falls more and more on the earth.

"So when it was bright yes, Ma'am," said the driver, after a while they were silent.

"The scenario of God is indeed extraordinary, from the heat can directly rain like this," he continued, admiring the greatness of God.

"That is how God wills, sir," replied Aulia.

"Yes, you're right. It is easy for Him to turn everything around. What was hot can suddenly become rain. Or vice versa, which was once rain can immediately subside and the sun shines again, bright." The mature man, smiled.

"People who are initially very happy, can suddenly grieve and vice versa, who were previously overwhelmed with distress and suffering, then get happiness," concluded the thin mustachioed man who sat behind the wheel

Hearing the taxi driver's last words, Aulia looked at the adult man driving the taxi from the mirror in front, with a frown. 'What, my face looks so pitiful?' inner, asked.

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