The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
Tumben She Phone

'I have to start looking for a job, but what job?' Aulia thought hard because her husband did not allow her to work outside the house, if only the shameful work Aulia did.

The young woman had asked permission to sell cakes in accordance with the expertise she had, but the husband forbade on the grounds of embarrassment to his co-workers.

"Don't! That's shameful! Cook wife Kabag bake sale!" handoyo was banned at that time. "You can work, if it's in the office!"

Aulia can only resign because it is not possible with a high school diploma owned, she can get a job in an office as desired by her husband.

"No need to work, if only a lowly job! I'm Kabag, what do people say my wife is just a cake vendor!" handoyo is back. The mature man stared dislikefully at the little wife he married because of the matchmaking.

"Nda ... come on, take a shower!" Ammar's call broke Aulia's daydream.

Aulia let out a long sigh, to unravel the tightness in the chest.

'Later to try Luna's phone, deh, maybe she has a job info for me, ' murmured Aulia. The thin woman then lifted the body of the son and took him to the bathroom.

Yes, Aulia's sexy body disappeared and changed into a thin body, after the young woman gave birth to her first son and had to take care of everything alone, without the help of the husband.

Her skin was bright and

shine, now become dull and dry because years untouched by the tools of beauty.

Although Aulia diligently applies natural ingredients to care for the face, such as tomatoes or cucumbers that she gets in the kitchen, she said, still all that is less effective because it is not supported by balanced nutrition that enters his body.

Just as the young woman finished bathing the son, her cracked butut phone here and there, rang on the dining table. Aulia immediately wrapped her body in a towel and then held Ammar to retrieve her phone.

'Luna? Long live, he.' The cute-faced woman smiled widely, revealing her rows of small and neat teeth, as well as pure white.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Lun," said Aulia as soon as the green phone image she swung up.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Lia Darling. How are you?" asked the voice across there, sounding cheerful.

"Alhamdulillah, good news Aunty Luna," replied Aulia while chuckling softly. For a moment, the young woman forgot the fatigue of life that had plagued her all this time.

Aulia's memory goes back to the past, four years ago, when she just entered College and met very pleasant friends.

"Eh, Lia. Your husband has left for work, right?" asked Luna later, who sounded worried.

Even if Handoyo went to the office in the morning and Aulia could be free to take the phone, of course, her friends were also busy with their work in the office, so they do not have the opportunity to be able to establish communication with intense.

"Here, really, Lun. Just relax," Aulia replied. "What's the fresh wind, Lun? Tumben you call at this hour? So, you don't work?" later scabbard.

Aulia knew exactly how busy Luna was at the city's largest private bank, so her best friend didn't have time to mince words.

"Saturday morning, there's a reunion of our generation, Lia. Coming, huh? Take a partner," said Luna. "I'm sending you an invitation at your number, after all" he continued.

"Saturday, Lun? How come it's impromptu, anyway?" aulia protests.

"It's not an impromptu, Lia Darling .. This, it's been shared a long time in the group. Well, I'll forget that you didn't get into the group. Good thing Ria ngingetin and ask me to ngabarin you," replied Luna, at length.

"Oh .. That's it, yeah." Aulia nodded, as if her best friend could see her.

"Just have to come, Lia. When else try, we can gather," hoped Luna. "Yes, Lia. The boss called," concluded Luna who immediately hung up the phone without saying hello.

Aulia smiled, a second later the young lady let out a long sigh. 'Do Mas Han want yes, I have a reunion? If he doesn't want to, will he allow me to go alone?'

Unknowingly her round net glazed. Yes, Aulia's life is like being imprisoned in a golden cage. However, without good food like a bird that is nurtured by its master with affection.

"Mother, Ammal mau maem," pinta Ammar, parse the reverie of Aulia.

"Yes, Honey. Ammar put on his shirt first, son," he replied. Aulia who was still holding her little son, rushed towards the son's room.

Before long, Ammar had appeared cute and fragrant. The little boy sat his mother in a special chair to eat.

Just as Aulia was about to get her son to eat, her phone rang again.

'Mas Han?' Aulia's forehead is wrinkled deep. 'Tumben he's on the phone. What's important, huh?' The young woman immediately received a call from her husband.

"You're masakin Balado's mom telor, same rendang half a kilo. Shop with your money first, I'll change!"

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