The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
There's Something We Should Talk About

"Yasmine!" exclaimed a boy, when Husain had not yet answered the question of the shop owner who was his old customer.

Husain turned his head towards the source of the voice and the man smiled broadly at the young boy who was running towards him.

Husain's reflexes crouched down to greet Ammar's small body. "Hi, Boy. Anywhere, Dik Yasmin kangen know the same Mas Ammar," said Husain, when he managed to lift the body of Ammar with his right hand. While Husain's left hand, still holding the princess who immediately smiled to see the figure of Ammar.

The well-built man immediately held two children at once, making Ammar laugh cheerfully in Husain's arms.

Mr. Haji, the owner of the vehicle spare parts shop, frowned at the familiarity and warmth of Husain and his daughter, to Ammar.

"Indeed, Om Syain did not miss ya syama Ammal," the little boy protested while staring fixedly at the netra hazel belonging to the adult male who was holding him.

This is the moment Ammar longs for, carried by an adult male called father. But all this time, Ammar never got the treatment he expected from his father.

Only Husayn, who often carried Ammar like a father carrying his son.

The man usually takes the time to play for a while with the princess and also Ammar, if he comes home early.

"Hindu, dong," replied Husain. 'Om longing for your mother too, son, ' inner Husain, while circulating his gaze around.

Husain was still scanning into the shophouse, hoping to meet the sholehah woman he had not known for four months.

While Ammar and Yasmin appeared joking, in Husain's arms.

"Mas Husain, you guys?" Pak Haji's voice unravels Husain's daydream. The middle-aged man pointed at Ammar laughing in Husain's arms, teasing Yasmin.

"Eyang, Yasmin is Ammal's friend. Our house was very, very close" said Ammar who made Husain's face suddenly became cloudy.

The adult male rush cleared his throat to neutralize the sudden, chest-stifling feeling, when at first glance recalling his ex-wife's affair with Ammar's father, his own close neighbor.

"Mas Husain, next door to Nak Aulia?" ask Mr. Haji later, while staring at the motor vehicle spare parts sales, attached.

Husain nodded and the man then lowered Ammar. "What's the connection, Mr. Haji with Dik Lia?" asked Husain, curious.

Pak Haji did not immediately reply, the middle-aged man nodded his head and then let out a long sigh.

Aulia's adoptive parents now understand, why had they seen Husain's face suddenly become sad.

"The story is long, Mas Husain. But the cause of Ammar and his mother can get here, Mas Husain must have guessed, right?" Mr. Haji looked back at Husain and his daughter who were still in a sling, alternately.

While Ammar who had been taken down, tickled the little girl's legs, to make Yasmin laugh amusedly.

Ammar also laughs, even the laughter of the boy can be heard by the mother who is cleaning the stall because the lunch hour has just ended.

"Mbak Jum, please continue washing the bowl, yes. Lia wants to look ahead," Aulia's pinta while drying her hands with a napkin.

"Yes, Brother. Just stay, later you finish mbak washing table," replied Mbak Jum, while wiping the table.

"That's Ammar how it looks like a really cool thing, who's meeting you again, huh?" aulia asked, who she knew who she was referring to.

The young woman with one child rushed out to approach the son. Just a step away from the door of the shophouse, Netra Aulia was fixated on seeing a figure she was very familiar with.

"Mother!" exclaims Ammar who saw his mother come out of the stall.

For a moment, both of their neutrals were locked. Each felt awkward and did not know what to say to greet each other.

"Eh." Mr. Haji's demented voice, unraveling the gaze of the two of them.

Husain then smiled sweetly, revealing two dimples on his cheeks that added to the man's charm.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Dik Lia's. How are you?" greet Husain, while asking for news, unraveling nervousness.

Aulia started to step closer. "Wa'alaikumsalam, Mas. Thank God, good news and this is all because of the Father, "Aulia replied as she turned to look towards Pak Haji.

Mr. Haji shook his head, hinting that he did not agree with Aulia's remarks just now.

"It is not because of the father, Nak Lia, but because of the kindness and prayers of Nak Lia himself so that God helps Nak Lia and Ammar. This father is only an intermediary," the middle-aged man argued, humbled.

Aulia and Husain smiled as they nodded their heads.

"She, let's carry Yasmin!" ammar pinta.

"Yasmin, salim was Nak, same as Aunty Lia," Husayn told him as he led the princess' hand to greet Aulia.

The head of the hijab-wearing woman was wrinkled when her skin came into contact with Yasmin's soft skin, which was hot.

"You sick, son?" aulia asked as she touched Yasmin's forehead with the back of her hand.

"Oh my God, your body is so hot, son." Aulia's face was panicked.

"Mas, Yasmin's sick why was she invited to go so far?" aulia protested as if to her own husband, unknowingly.

The woman reached out to take Yasmin from Husain's sling, making the sweet-faced man smile inwardly.

"But Yasmin's medicine?" ask Aulia who has now carried Yasmin. "Has he had lunch?" he continued, asking again. Makes Husain confused, must answer which one, first.

"We, we haven't had time to eat, Dik Lia," Husain replied, finally being honest.

"Oh my God, my God, it's too late. Do not get used to eating late, later have magg. It's sorry too, right, same Yasmin. He is still in the growth stage, his nutritional intake should be enough," said Aulia at length, making Pak Haji gawking because all this time never heard the adopted princess speak long and without pause.

Husain smiled at Aulia's long talk, he felt like he had found warmth again after a long time of living in ice and there was only work and taking care of a young child.

Realizing, she had already said too much, Aulia covered her own mouth. "I'm sorry, I'm just worried about Yasmin" said Aulia, who did not want Husain to misinterpret her attention.

"Mas Husain please eat there first, then let Mbak Jum serve," asked Aulia. "Let me bribe Yasmin above," his saying that soon passed because he did not want to stay near Husain for long, Ammar immediately followed the step of the mother.

"Sorry, Mr. Haji. I'll drop the stuff later, yeah. Go get some gas first" joked Husain, smiling widely.

The widower with one child was about to go to the stall, but Pak Haji prevented.

"We eat inside only, Mas Husain. There's something we need to talk about," Haji asked, leading Husain into his path, following in Aulia's footsteps.

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