The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
Bring Yasmin
Husain gave a rough breath and was about to pass, but Cynthia prevented.
"Oh .. Yes, Pa. There's something I want to say" Cynthia said with a perfectly fluffy smile.
"Tonight, too, I asked to separate! I'm tired of living a miserable life with you!" cynthia said, resolute and without a look of regret in her eyes.
Husain frowned, unable to believe what he had just heard. "Didn't I hear wrong, Cyn? Want apart? Why, Cyn?" cecar the mature man.
"Because I don't love you anymore, Mom!" reply Cynthia, ketus.
"From now on, I'll be living with Mas Handoyo and we'll be getting married!" he smiled as he smiled smirk.
"Mas Han, our neighbor?" ask Husain, make sure.
"Yes, Mas Han. Why?" cynthia asked with a mocking look.
"No way, Cyn. Mas Han's wife is a very nice person. There's no way Mas Han could just let Lia go" Husain replied, unconvinced.
"okay? It is free to be kind if she cannot satisfy her husband. In fact, Mas Han was chasing me," said the sexy woman, full of confidence.
"So all this time, you and him ...."
"Yes, Mas Han and I have been in a relationship for a long time. And Lia, the woman whose ancient appearance was now gone from Mas Han's house. So, I will take her place as queen in that magnificent house" Cynthia, proudly, said.
Husain took a deep breath and then exhaled strongly. 'Lia left? Did she know about her husband and Cynthia's affair, and then decided to leave? Why did Lia say nothing to me?'
Husain then immediately passed towards the princess' room, without looking back. He also did not want to ask, whether Cynthia would bring their only puppet princess or not. Because, the man who has a shady gaze is very sure, that his mother Yasmin will definitely not think to that extent.
"Perhaps, this is the best way for us" Husain murmured as he headed to the bed where Yasmin was lying weakly.
"Mam-ma," said Yasmin.
It seems true what Husain said earlier, that Yasmin missed the presence of the mother. Although whatever Cynthia's attitude towards Yasmin, the bond between mother and child remains.
"Darling, my mom still has more business. Yasmin at home was equally papa, yes," persuaded Husain as he gently rubbed the crown of the princess's head.
The male net was teary, not because it was sad that the woman he had been married for five years asked to separate and it turned out that all this time he was also complaining about it, but Husain was sad to see the state of the princess.
A little boy who was sick and longed for his mother, but the mother did not care and chose to go for her own pleasure.
'It seems, it would not be good for us if we still stayed in this house. While Cynthia lives and has fun in the house next door, with the other men.'
'I'd better find a new place to live and sell this house. A house that never had complete warmth in it, ' he continued, muttering in heart.
While busy surfing Husain with his cellphone, Cynthia heard shouting from the front room. Not wanting any commotion in his house, the tall man immediately came out of the room after saying goodbye to the princess.
"Papa come out for a minute, dear," whispered Husain gently as he kissed Yasmin's forehead.
Yasmin, whose body was hot again after being picked up by her father from Aulia's house earlier, simply nodded without making a sound.
"What's wrong?" husain asked, after he was not far from Cynthia.
"I'm out now, I'm taking my bike because you bought it in my name, right?" asked Cynthia who did not need an answer let alone approval.
Husain just let it go, the mother of his child did as she wished. Yasmin's father did not ask, would Cynthia not say goodbye to Yasmin?
"I just brought a little bit of my clothes and work clothes. Tomorrow, I just take it all," said Cynthia while issuing a large matic motorbike purchased by Husain on credit because Cynthia continued to sulk, asking to buy the expensive motorbike.
"Don't take your things for a long time because maybe tomorrow, this house has changed hands" replied Husain, coldly.
"You want to sell this house?" asked Cynthia, stop pushing her bike.
Husain just nodded.
"Where do you want to live?" cecar Cynthia, curious.
"It's none of your business anymore" Husain replied, remaining cold.
"Curtain!" The woman who has dandan maximum because she wants to meet the lover, grieving. "Not to be arrogant, Pa! I assure you, you will whine at me and ask back with Yasmin's excuse!" he continued, very sniffy.
Husain only smiled, making no sound at all to respond to the ravings of Cynthia that were no longer important to him.
The man's heart was sick to learn that his wife had been cheating on him with his next door neighbor, but Husain was grateful that Cynthia had not taken Yasmin away from him.
'We will surely live a happier life, than you, ' inner Husain, tucked do'a for himself and the princess.
Just now Cynthia started her motorbike, suddenly there was the sound of crying Yasmin who turned out to follow the papa out.
"Mam-ma," call Yasmin.
Husain hurriedly lifted the princess' tiny body that felt hot touching his skin. "Darling, my mom wants to go to work first, son. Yasmin in the house is equally papa ya," persuaded Husain who immediately closed the door of his house.
Leaving Cynthia alone who was still sitting on a matic motorbike that was ready to slide. 'What, I'll just take Yasmin with me, okay?' inner Cynthia, upset.
💖💖💖 connect ...