The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
Working with Bringing Children

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?" The driver, worried about seeing the condition of the passenger and his son, rushed down from his taxi.

The fat-haired and tan-skinned man immediately headed for the door of the shophouse, he then pressed the bell that was beside the door.

Waiting long enough, the door opened from the inside. Seemed a middle-aged man wearing a t-shirt and a plaid sarong motif, came out while frowning.

"Dul, where are the nights like this?" greet Mr. Haji, ask the taxi driver.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mr. Haji," said the driver, named Dul, gave his greetings and then shook the hand of his former boss.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied the man whose hair had partially turned white, smiling.

"So, we have to take passengers to this city, sir," continued the taxi driver, answering a question from Pak Haji.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Haji. There you want me to convey," said Dul then a little hesitant, while glancing at the taxi.

"Yes, just say it, Dul. What's up?" ask Pak Haji curious.

The taxi driver then told him about the passenger, as he had seen and suspected. "It looks like she's having trouble with her husband, sir. Then when he wanted to go home to the parents, it seems that the presence of the young woman and her young child was not accepted by the family."

"I have also offered to take him home, but he refused on the grounds of bad taste with his wife and neighbors" continued Dul.

Pak Haji looks mangosteen. "Lantas, you mean bring her here?" ask Mr. Haji with a probing look.

"I'm sorry, maybe Mr. Haji can help him to provide a job and temporary shelter for the mother and the little boy, sir" the taxi driver asked, hopefully.

Yes, Dul thinks only Pak Haji, his former boss is the only person he can ask for help to Aulia and her young son.

Mr. Haji was still silent, the taxi driver was also silent. So that silence is created on the terrace of the shophouse.

Mr. Haji tried to look inside the taxi, the bright lighting on the terrace apparently allowed the middle-aged man to see the person in the car.

The owner of the shophouse heaved a heavy sigh, when he saw a young woman in hijab was rubbing the tops of the head of the son who was sitting on his lap, with a puffy face and a sad look.

"He reminds me of Maryam who went ahead of us" muttered Pak Haji.

The taxi driver who knows the story of the daughter of his former boss, can also feel the sadness of Pak Haji. "God willing, Dik Maryam and her daughter are calm there, Mr. Haji," said Dul trying to comfort the middle-aged man.

"Dul, could it be that God has answered my do'a-do'i and my wife all this time who are afraid of feeling lonely in old age by sending the young woman and her son, through you, Dul?" ask Mr. Haji while continuing to look towards the blue sea taxi.

"It's possible, Mr. Haji. A good person like Father, will certainly be met also with good people like that mother and her son," replied Dul with a feeling of relief. Because, from the words of Mr. Haji just now, Dul can conclude that his former boss was happy with the presence of a young woman and her little son in his taxi car.

Dul smiled widely while nodding excitedly. Unrelenting, the taxi driver expressed gratitude for being able to help his passengers in distress, find a place to take shelter.

'O Allah, give the blessing of age to Pak Haji and Bu Haji, as well as the abundance of sustenance so that he can both continue to protect the woman and her son until they are both able to stand on their own feet,' do'a Dul sincerely headed to his car.

Dul then opened the back door. "Mr, let's get down. Pak Haji and Bu Haji, waiting for Ma'am inside," asked Dul with a face of sumringah, like just won the lottery with a fantastic prize.

"I'm welcome to work here, sir?" ask Aulia, don't believe it. The round and puffy netra was patterned, staring at the taxi driver to make sure that his hearing was not wrong.

Dul nodded for sure. "Yes, Mommy. Come on, we gotta get inside!" bring back. "Let my backpack carry," added Dul, as Aulia was about to carry her backpack on her back.

"Thank you very much, sir," Aulia replied, sincerely.

The good-natured taxi driver then led Aulia and her son who were in the sling of the mother, into the shophouse.

Passing through the edge of the window lined and continue to go to the back room that functions as a living room, if there are friends or relatives of the owner of the shop, visit.

In a room that is one-third the size of the first room that is used as a place of business, it appears that a couple has been sitting waiting.

Mr. Haji and his wife welcomed the taxi driver and two mothers and children with friendly smiles.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Aulia greeting two people who will be the boss, that's what the young woman had in mind.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied Pak Haji and Bu Hajah, compact.

Aulia then saluted Bu Hajah and kissed the back of the hand of the woman her mother's age with reverence. While with Pak Haji, Aulia only nodded respectfully because the sleepy Ammar was still in a sling and Aulia could not cupper both hands in the chest.

"Come on, have a seat, son!" take Bu Hajah, be friendly.

Makes Aulia's heart warm.

"What's your name, son?" bu Hajah asked, after Aulia sat down with her son.

"Aulia, Ms. Hajah," he replied politely. "And this, Ammar, my son," continued Aulia, introducing her son.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Hajah, Mr. Haji. Does it matter, if I work here with a child?" tanya Aulia ventured, before the chat continued long, but eventually she could not be accepted to work at that place because she had to bring Ammar to work.

That was what she had been up to, along the journey that Aulia had been thinking about. Is it possible that he can get a job, if while carrying a child?

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