The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
Wither Before Growing

The day that Husain was waiting for arrived, impatient for the man who had two dimples to wait for the time, which seemed so long to pass.

From morning to noon, Husain felt like a long season, and the afternoon did not come.

The man who had a sweet smile was pacing back and forth, going in and out of the room while staring at the clock on the wall that was like shaking.

"Mas Husain, sit down" advised Mas Dul, who was in charge of accompanying Husain at his home.

"I saw from earlier, Mas Husain paced back and forth indistinctly. Aren't you tired?" ask Mas Dul, then smile.

Husain replied with a smile and then followed Mas Dul's advice, sitting on the sofa in the living room with her husband.

Mas Dul himself was taking a break while enjoying coffee made by his wife, after arranging the front room to be used for the wedding ceremony later.

"Mas Husain wants coffee? Let it calm down a little bit" Mas Dul bargained.

"May-can," replied Husain who was feeling groggy ahead of his marriage.

"Mom, please make some coffee for Mas Husain!" exclaim Mas Dul on Mbak Jum who is in the dining room with his two children, Yasmin, and also Bi Mus who is preparing food for the guests later.

The small family of Mas Dul with Bi Mus was indeed asked by Pak Haji to help Husain at the house of Aulia's husband-to-be because Husain invited several colleagues at his wedding ceremony later in the afternoon.

"When you marry someone you love, you are. Happy, groggy, worried, mixed into one," said Mas Dul, after a while the two of them just kept quiet.

"I used to, too, Mom. Grogi severe, even when Ijab qabul to wrong," he continued, smiling. Recalling the memories of a dozen years ago when married the wife and misnamed the parents Mbak Jum.

"Hem, good thing I misnamed my father. Try if you say my name wrong and even mention the name of another woman, I must immediately refuse to marry you, sir," said Mbak Jum who came while carrying a cup of coffee for Husain.

"Well, if you mispronounce the name of your own wife, it's terrible, Ma'am. Unforgivable," Husain said. "It can be, not only rejected but immediately kicked from the agreement table," he continued, chuckling.

"That's right, Mas Husain. Immediately I hit his head to be aware," Mbak Jum timpal.

"But I'm even happy if it is hit by Mas, because my wife's impingement is a darling," replied Mas Dul with a smile dikulum.

"Where's the impact, dear, sir. There's-there's just you," protested Mbak Jum while laughing.

The three of them then laughed together, breaking down a bit of groggy whack.

Mbak Jum then immediately returned to the dining room to continue his activities, accompanying Bi Mus to prepare food. Leave Husain and Mas Dul who are still joking.

Preoccupation joked with Mas Dul, to make Husain forget his anxiety to face a second marriage.

The two of them still continued the conversation, until Husain's coffee had run out and left only the black pulp that settled at the bottom of the cup

Without feeling it, time passed so quickly. Husayn immediately moved when he realized that the clock on the wall had shown at three in the afternoon.

"Mas, it's almost ashar turned out," said Husain. "I have to get ready soon" he continued, rushing towards the room.

"Yasmin will be taken care of with his mother's children, Mas," said Mas Dul, before Husain disappeared behind the door.

"Thank you, Mas" Husain replied without turning his head and then closed the door of his room tightly.

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At Pak Haji's shophouse. Aulia had just finished being groomed by a wedding fairy. The young lady looked even more beautiful and manglingi.

Aulia wore a long white kebaya combined with a matching hijab, the appearance of the bride-to-be sweetened with a small crown that adorned her head.

The rags he wears, beautiful batik patterns, batik sido mukti which symbolizes hope and glory.

"Already, ma'am," replied the fairy, representing Aulia.

The perias then helped Aulia to stand up and walk out of her room to join Bu Hajah and Pak Haji, and Ammar who was also prepared.

The clothes worn by Mr. Haji and his wife are similar to the batik shirt worn by Ammar. In the same way with a beautiful batik dress, which was bought for Yasmin.

"Shekali beautiful mother," praised Ammar as he looked at the mother with sparkling neutrality. A wide smile adorned the handsome face of the boy.

"Whose mother was it, dong?" god Pak Haji's.

"Ammal!" exclaiming the boy as he rushed to hug the feet of his mother, to make Aulia more difficult to walk.

"Ammar, don't do it, son. Mommy so can not walk, tuh," forbid Bu Hajah while lifting the body Ammar.

"Here, the rear carrier," haggled Pak Haji while crouched down, giving his back.

"Hole, carried by Eyang Kakung!" ammar exclaimed cheerfully. The boy immediately went up to Pak Haji's back.

They all immediately went down the stairs to go to the shophouse, where Husain's car had prepared to deliver the bride-to-be with the family, to the residence of the bridegroom.

Just now Aulia was about to get into the car, Syamsul was seen running a small approach to Husain's future wife.

"Lia, wait!" exclaimed the young owner of a printing and screen printing business, who is a loyal customer of Aulia's food stalls.

"Yes, Mas Syamsul. What's up?" asked Aulia who turned towards Syamsul.

"Congratulations, Brother. Sorry, I can't come there. Nitip greetings only to Mas Husain," said Syamsul sincerely. "And this, there is a special gift for Dik Lia," he continued, handing over a gift, with a beautiful ribbon that adorns.

"Well, Mas Syamsul really bothered everything. This isn't Lia's first marriage, Mas. Lia became embarrassed," Aulia replied with a blushing face, making her cheeks even more adorable.

'Duh, Dik, your cheeks. Unfortunately, I lost fast with Husain, ' the inner Syamsul who thought that Husain was fast in getting Aulia.

He did not realize that during this time Pak Haji observed his attitude towards Ammar and according to Aulia's adoptive parents, Syamsul was less able to accept Ammar's presence.

"Thank you very much, Mom. Later greetings InshaAllah Lia convey to Mas Husain." Aulia's voice, breaking Syamsul's daydream.

"Why can't you come, Mum?" asked Pak Haji with a little hardened voice because the middle-aged man was already in Husain's car.

"Anu, Mr. Haji. Me, I ...." The sound of Shamsul hanging in the air.

"Mas Syamsul is in a withered state before it develops, Mr. Haji," sahut one of Syamsul's colleagues who is also one of the owners of shop _neighbor Pak Haji_ who is also preparing to participate in the bride's entourage.

Aulia smiled faintly, the beautiful woman felt bad for Syamsul. He then nodded at Syamsul who was still continuing to look at him deeply.

"Hahaha .. like the title of the song, yes. Layu before developing," said Pak Haji while laughing, making everyone in the shop yard laugh.

While Syamsul can only smile wryly, while rubbing his nape that does not itch.

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