The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
No Longer Special

Days changed, weeks passed. Husain began to get busy with his activities as a supervisor at the new branch office, in the same city where Aulia lived.

The widower of one child was looking for a place to live near the shophouse complex owned by Pak Haji, to facilitate himself to leave Yasmin to Aulia.

"Sik, I'm leaving first huh. Please take care of the children" said Husain when driving Yasmin to the shophouse.

"Yes, Mas. Lia must take good care of them," Aulia replied with a sweet smile, to let her husband go to make a living.

"Mas Ammar, Dik Yasmin. Come on, salim used to be with Papa, son," Aulia told the two little boys before they both went inside the shophouse to look for her eyes

"Smart child" said Husain, wiping the tops of the heads of Ammar and Yasmin. "Don't fuss, yeah, honey. Do not make Mother exhausted," he continued advising.

"Ready, Papa," replied Ammar who has now called Husain papa, as his father Yasmin requested.

"Any busy thing, don't forget to eat, yes," Husain said, after the children entered the shop.

"Yes, Mas. Mas Husain do not worry ... here a lot, really, that ngingetin Lia," replied the hijab woman. "Mas don't forget to eat, yes," he continued.

Husain nodded with a smile. "Later call me, yeah. Remind me when lunchtime comes," Husain asked, starting mode.

Aulia could only nod, assuring. The beautiful woman then waved her hand in response to a greeting from Husain, before her future husband got into the car.

Yes, when he found out he was being moved out of town, Husain immediately sold his house in the provincial capital that he had not long lived with the princess, and then buy a new house in the small town where he works today.

The difference in price is quite high, making Husain have more money left which he then used to buy a car so that if married later, he would have to buy a car, Husain can bring his small family to go for a walk with Pak Haji and Bu Hajah who they already consider as their own parents.

"What, Mas Husain has departed, Sister?" tanya Mbak Jum who just returned from the market after shopping for stalls and found Aulia still on the terrace, smiling.

"Already, Ma'am. Just now," replied Aulia while pointing to where the direction of the prospective husband went.

"Oh, pantesan," said Mbak Jum, smiling and shaking his head.

"Why message, Ma'am?" aulia Cecar.

"The aroma is still left behind," replied Mbak Jum then, while passing into the stall because the groceries have been awaited by Bi Mus, a new assistant at the Aulia stall.

Leaving Aulia alone while frowning, not understanding what Mbak Jum said. 'That's Ma'am Jum, what, anyway?'

Husain suggested that Aulia look for additional people to help her in the stall, so that his future wife had plenty of time to pay attention to the children.

Husain and Aulia's relationship was getting closer, since the mother of Ammar decided to accept a proposal from her father Yasmin at that time, for their children to get the love of a whole family.

Aulia hoped that Husayn would be a good father to Ammar, and vice versa. Husain also hopes that Aulia can become a mother for her daughter as well as a companion for the widower of one child

Although Aulia had received Husain's impromptu proposal, but the man who had two dimples did not want to quickly justify the woman worship.

"Thank God, thank you for accepting me, brother," Husain said at the time, gratefully.

"Alhamdulillah" said Pak Haji. "Lantas, when will Mas Husain officially propose to Nak Lia and marry her?" continued Mr. Haji, asking.

"If I wish to propose, God willing, I will be ready as soon as possible, Mr. Haji. That's if Dik Lia agrees," Husain replied as he looked at Aulia.

"But to get married, I leave everything to Dik Lia because maybe, Dik Lia needs time to be able to accept me and Yasmin, and start opening new sheets," continued Husain, wise.

Husayn wanted everything to go without any coercion and flow like water.

She wanted, Aulia completely forgot her household past with her grey ex-husband, and slowly opened her heart to Husain.

Together, the two of them will open up a new household, if the right time has arrived later.

Somewhere else.

Sweet life after marriage, now no longer felt by Cynthia and Handoyo. Each one has begun to show its true nature.

Cynthia who is spoiled and lazy and does not want to be bothered with household affairs, making Handoyo angry so that there is a fight every day.

Similarly, Handoyo is demanding, making Cynthia always compare Handoyo with her ex-husband who accepts her as she is.

"Why hasn't my uniform been ironed, Cyn?" ask Handoyo in a high tone.

"United itself, Mas. I'm in a hurry, it's too late if you have to iron your uniform" Cynthia replied as she patted the make up on her face.

"Would you wake up early to get everything ready, Cyn?" Netra Handoyo looked gleaming red, full of anger.

Handoyo did not prepare his own work clothes because all had been prepared by the ex-wife when he was still bathing and now, he had to iron his own uniform.

Full of frustration, Handoyo forced to iron clothes. A job he never did before.

"More morning how, Mas. I'm used to getting up at six, Mas, and all this time, all right, no problem. Now, why are you fighting it, Mas?" reply Cynthia, asked back with a tone no less ketus.

"Because now there's no more maids in this house, Cyn. No one wants to work in our house anymore, after our old maid who only lasted one month was out, and it was because of you!" Handoyo glared sharply at his wife.

"Why am I blaming you?" Cynthia returned the husband's gaze for not taking the blame.

"Already, Mas. I'm tired of arguing with you!" Cynthia was about to pass, but Handoyo's voice paused her steps.

"Hope for me, have you prepared yet?" handoyo asked, cold.

Cynthia let out a long breath. "I can't cook, Mom. Usually, Mas Husain prepared everything for me," Cynthia replied no less coldly.

"He's an understanding husband and he's not as chatty as you!" he continued, which soon passed leaving the room.

Leaving the gawking Handoyo in disbelief, with what he had just heard.

"Huh ... Why is this so?" Handoyo roughshod her hair.

The shadow of Aulia who called out to him gently for Handoyo to have breakfast immediately, ringed clearly in her ears.

The man who had a sharp gaze then walked towards the dining room and hoped that there would be someone to serve him as usual.

Handoyo's steps stopped next to the dining table which was still empty and cold because no one had touched it for a long time.

Yes, because for these few days, after the honeymoon, the two of them always ate outside at Cynthia's request.

"Usually, our son is already sitting here sweetly," muttered Handoyo as he felt the special chair of the toddler, the place where Ammar used to sit for a meal.

"And you will naggingly ask me to eat a lot, lest I fall ill, Lia, but now ...." A drop of tears of regret fell, wetting the cheeks of the stern-haired man.

"Why did everything on Cynthia look so beautiful before we were together? And once I get him, he no longer looks special?" Handoyo's gaze glared far away and looked empty.

"Why is it that the beauty that I have had, I can't see its existence and even ignore it?" regret Handoyo who now intends to find the whereabouts of the ex-wife and her son.

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