The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
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Life goes on. Despite the teasing, Handoyo and Cynthia's household again improved, after his wife apologized and promised to improve.

Similarly, Handoyo who also promised, will not demand much on the wife.

The two of them began to adjust to each other. Cynthia was willing to prepare her husband's work clothes and also make breakfast every day, even though for dinner they always bought outside.

For Handoyo, that was enough to prove that Cynthia had changed.

While Handoyo also showed a sense of understanding, by giving more spending money on Cynthia.

"Breakfast first yuk, Mas," invited Cynthia who saw her husband come out of the bathroom.

Handoyo nodded and immediately followed the steps of the wife.

Cynthia then took the fried rice _the mainstay cuisine that Cynthia could_ and filled her husband's plate.

Looking at the blackish fried rice due to most of the soy sauce, Handoyo let out a long sigh. "Fried rice again, Cyn?" handoyo asked without seeing his wife.

"Yes, Mas. Sorry, yes. I haven't learned how to cook another one yet" Cynthia replied, as if sorry.

'Huh ... still good thing I want to cook! If only I didn't need your money, I wouldn't have soiled my nails!' cynthia grunts in heart.

Handoyo also ate fried rice made by his wife who tastes somehow, with silence.

Actually, the man was reluctant to eat it, but he was lazy because almost every day quarreled with Cynthia, so Handoyo was forced to eat even with a cocky heart.

"Not spent yet, Mom? Not good, huh?" Netra Cynthia glazed, as if showing sadness because of her hard work was not able to satisfy her husband.

"I'm sorry, yes," Cynthia continued with remorse. The snake woman was indeed good at playing the charade.

"Handoyo tried to smile. Delicious, really. It's just, I'm full," he replied, lying.

Cynthia smiled with relief. The woman then tidied up the dirty dishes they had eaten and took them to the kitchen.

The preening woman washed the dishes with a short long grumble because she thought that her husband did not hear.

"Then, while still Mas Husain's wife, I was treated like a queen, but now, after marrying Mas Han who was said to be rich, I was like a babu!"

Cynthia washes dishes harshly, so her clinking sounds are loud.

Handoyo, who was about to take something in the kitchen, stopped his steps and the man sighed violently at the grunts of his wife.

The stern-faced man immediately turned around and then stepped towards the room that was once occupied by Ammar. Now, the room he functioned as a workspace.

Handoyo slammed his body weight on a soft work chair. His gaze was fixed toward the glass window that had not yet opened.

'What used to be, Lia also felt like being a babu in this house?' Handoyo's memory now rests with his ex-wife.

The hijab-wearing woman whose attitude is polite and her speech is always soft. The woman that Handoyo had never seen before.

'What as a husband, I don't care what he feels?' inner Handoyo who began to feel his mistake.

As if daydreaming, Handoyo was unaware of Cynthia's presence.

"Mas, what's daydreaming, anyway?" cynthia asked as she hugged her husband's neck from behind.

Cynthia then showered her husband with a kiss on the cheek and continued to other places, at her husband's sensitive point.

Yes, Cynthia is good at taking Handoyo's heart with the service she gives. So, even though Handoyo was disappointed or very angry, it would not last long.

"Emm... continue like that, dear," pinta Handoyo with a misty look of passion.

Sure enough, Cynthia's fondness managed to make the husband excited and more passionate when Cynthia undressed all her clothes.

Handoyo, who could not stand the family*ngan given by his wife, began to fall asleep when Cynthia positioned herself and was ready to receive an attack from him.

"Mas, this up, anterin me to the beauty clinic, yes," she sulked, pleading.

"Yes, dear," replied Handoyo who had almost reached kli*max.

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Handoyo bent his face while waiting for Cynthia treatment at the wife's subscription beauty clinic because of the length of time it takes the sexy woman to undergo treatment.

"Well, anyway, long ago?" ask Handoyo, ketus.

"Yes, usual, Mas. Facial and body care, so that Mas is always happy and satisfied with me," Cynthia replied with a spoiled wrestle on Handoyo's arm.

"Pay first, Mas," asked Cynthia as Handoyo was about to step outside.

Handoyo, who thought that he was only told to deliver his wife, frowned. However, the man was unable to resist because the clinic was crowded and he was unwilling to argue with Cynthia who would only put Handoyo to shame herself.

"How much?" handoyo asked, cold.

"Two million seven hundred thousand rupiah, sir," replied the cashier with his friendly smile.

Handoyo rounded his eyes, unable to believe what he had just heard.

"Pay, Mas, ashamed to be seen," said Cynthia, whispering.

"It was cheap, Mas, because I had a member card and got twenty percent off," she continued when she saw her husband hesitant to take out his wallet.

Handoyo snorted in annoyance. "We can use a debit card, right?" Handoyo offered his blue card.

After the payment was completed, the man rushed out of the clinic without saying anything more.

All the way home, Handoyo still silenced his wife.

"My routine schedule for treatment, the first week like this, Mas. Don't forget, yeah." Cynthia's voice, unraveling the silence.

"What's? So once a month, you have to have expensive treatments like that, Cyn?" handoyo asked with a raised voice.

"Yes, why? That's a trivial thing to you, isn't it, Mas? You're not Kabag? Your salary's pretty big, right? Not to mention other projects?" cynthia with many questions.

"Cyn, you know, right, what's the salary of an ASN like me who has a group of four A?" handoyo asked as he glanced sharply at his wife.

"There's no project like you thought, Cyn!' he continued, caught off guard because the wife was too involved in his work.

Unlike Aulia, who was more silent and never asked for anything.

"For monthly shopping alone, you've asked for three million! You rarely cook, Cyn! Every dinner, it's always outside and I pay!" Handoyo started the count.

"You should be able to set aside the shopping money for treatment instead of asking for more!" reprimand Handoyo, ketus.

"Mas, only three million! Where can we set aside? It's all expensive now, Mas!" against Cynthia, no take.

'Three million and he said, can't be set aside? How, Lia can manage the finances that every month only I give a million for everything?' The shadow of his submissive ex-wife, back across and it makes Handoyo's chest tight.

"Mas Husain, who was just a salesman, every month was able to give me money for monthly shopping and maintenance for five million!" Cynthia's voice, unraveling Handoyo's reverie.

"Not to mention, Mas Husain is also willing to pay for jewelry and my branded bag installment which total value reaches two million more!" continued Cynthia who again compared the husband with her ex-husband, making Handoyo increasingly upset.

Yes, although only working as a salesman, but Husain's rizqi is very good. His sales every month always meet the target even more, so he gets a sales bonus that is not small.

"Husayn, Husain ... Husain, go!" maki Handoyo hit the steering wheel hard.

The stern-faced man then stepped on the gas inside, so that the Handoyo car drove at full speed.

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