The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
Glimmer of Hope

"Whatever the reason, Lia! A wife is still considered guilty and not be a good wife, if until divorced by her husband!" sergeant Ulfa.

"Hurry, get out of here before I know you're coming and the neighbors see you coming home!" push away Ulfa who has closed the door hard.

Aulia rests her body on the door of her parents' house, a house that should be a place for a child to go home when she needs shelter.

If only he had not carried Ammar, his body might have slumped to the floor because his strength seemed to disappear after hearing the older brother so eager to throw him away.

As strong as her energy, Aulia strengthened her steps. Take the backpack off the table and then carry it in the back.

Aulia opened the umbrella she had brought from home and then stepped lethargicly away from her parents' yard.

"Well, where are we bobbing?" The voice of Ammar who asked, made the tears of the young woman who had previously been held, gliding freely like rainwater that fell from the sky.

"Let's find some lodging, dear," Aulia replied while counting in her heart, the rest of the money she had brought.

'O Allah, forgive me if I am late in fulfilling Your call, ' whispered Aulia in my heart.

The beautiful woman whose face is now swollen does not want to stop by the mosque, which might make the mother embarrassed as her first brother said.

Aulia then uttered the intention to mushroom the maghrib prayer with isya'. He knows that Allah does not want to burden His servants, and that Allah knows the difficulties of this time.

The tired-looking mother-of-one continued to walk down the village road, to the highway which was about four hundred meters away.

'O Allah, strengthen the servant's steps, ' Aulia's pinta when it feels her legs are getting weaker to step.

"Nda, Ammal tulun only, Nda. Mother must be tired," pinta boy who was in the sling of the mother, as if to feel what felt by the mother.

"No, Son. Mother is strong, really," Aulia refused yes did not want her son to fall ill because his feet were exposed to rain water.

"Again a little more, son. Also, in front there we will ride the angkot," continued Aulia.

Just as Aulia was about to make her way to the fork, a taxi stopped right on the left side of Aulia while honking her horn.

The windshield window opened and a voice recognized by Aulia shouted. "Mr, please go up!"

At first, Aulia seemed to hesitate. However, the taxi driver who had been boarded by Aulia continued to shout telling the young woman who looked very tired to climb into her taxi car.

Finally, Aulia wanted to get into the taxi because she did not want her son to be exposed to the night wind for too long. Moreover, the rain that fell since this afternoon, did not subside.

"Sorry, Ma'am. Why is Mommy just for a little while at the parents' house, Mommy?" ask the taxi driver, after a while his car drove.

Not the answer Aulia gave, but the young woman sobbed slowly.

"Don't be arrested, Ma'am. Please take it out, if it can make your heart a little more relieved. If Mbak still feels not relieved and needs friends to vent, there are prayer mats that can Mbak make as a place to vent and prostrate to Him, asking that Mbak be given the strength to be able to go through all the tests from Him," suggested the taxi driver, very wisely.

Aulia was speechless, hearing the taxi driver's lecture just now. Slowly, the sobbing came to a halt and the young lady nodded, confirming.

"Confirm, Mother. Allah will not burden His servant beyond the limits of his ability and rest assured, in every trial there must be a happy graduation," continued the driver in a navy blue uniform that matches the paint color of the fleet he carries.

Silent, momentarily greeting the cab cabin that was carrying Aulia and the son aimlessly. The taxi car was still circling around the area where Aulia's parents lived, without the young woman noticing.

"Where is your goal now?" the taxi driver asked, after a while, to break the silence.

Aulia shook her head, as if the interlocutor was looking at her.

The taxi driver then looked back, after a while not hearing Aulia's answer.

The thin mustachioed mature male, took a long breath. "Sir, where are you going back to town?" tanyanya back.

"Don't go there, sir. Just around here, but I'm sorry, I don't know where I'm going?" Netra Aulia returned to tears, imagining how her life would be with the son.

"I want to find cheap boarding houses, sir, but these nights and also raining, it will be difficult" continued Aulia, pessimist.

The taxi driver nodded. His forehead wrinkled, as if thinking hard to find a solution for Aulia

"Sorry, Ma'am. If tonight, Ma'am come home to me first, how? Tomorrow, just think back to where Mbak's destination," bargained the good-natured driver.

"No, Sir. I'm not good with my wife and neighbors. Later they think of all sorts, pity the feelings of the Father's wife," Aulia refused subtly.

"Yes, I was right too. Maybe my wife can understand, but the neighbor who is a lame sometimes his mouth is very spicy, exceeding the spiciness of the highest level bon chilli," replied the taxi driver while chuckling softly.

Aulia smiled, hearing the good-natured taxi driver's joke.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I have a former boss in the city center, what if my mother introduces him? You also need a job, right?" haggling driver sir.

"God, sir," Aulia replied, enthusiastically. A glimmer of hope rose for him and the son.

The mature man immediately took his taxi to a small town center that currently seems a little quiet because of the rain that continues to flutter.

Half an hour later, the taxi car carrying Aulia and the son, turns into a shophouse and stops right in front of the shophouse owned by the driver's former boss.

"Wait a minute, Ma'am. I make sure first, is Pak Hajinya there and willing to accept new employees or not?"

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