The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
Wife Doyan Shopping

Handoyo and Cynthia households are often colored by quarrels, from small and trivial things to very sensitive things.

Starting from the morning when both are in a hurry to go to work, until the night when they both have to overtime because they bring home office work.

Handoyo who is dominant and never want to understand the situation of the wife, still behaving the same as before, always demands perfection from the household work done by Cynthia.

While Cynthia is spoiled and does not want to be bothered with household affairs, the more sensitive when Handoyo often compared the sexy woman to Aulia.

"Can not, anyway, breakfast do not fried rice and instant noodles continue. Bored!" handoyo grumbled and left the dinner table, as Cynthia brought her the blackish fried rice as usual.

"Mas, I'm tired of it, yeah, getting everything ready!" exclaimed Cynthia who did not accept being treated like that.

The sexy woman immediately kept two dishes of fried rice on the dining table and chased after the husband who entered Handoyo's workroom.

"I want to leave now, want to find breakfast outside first," said Handoyo who entered the workroom just to take his briefcase.

The stern-headed man passed Cynthia who was standing in the doorway, just like that. Without offering whether the wife would go with him, or not.

"Mas, our business isn't done yet!" shouted Cynthia who was back chasing Handoyo.

"Here's more, Cyn? The cooking business of that fried rice that's always so charred!" Handoyo looked at Cynthia with a cynical look.

"I've said many times, Mom, that I can't cook! Why don't you find another maid, then? Mas'll have a high position in the office, is it difficult, anyway, have a maid?" Cynthia returned the eyes of the husband, no less cynical.

"It doesn't matter to me if anyone wants to and feels at home for a long time working in this house, Cyn. The problem is with you!" reply Handoyo while pointing at Cynthia with her index finger.

"You're too chatty and like to organize, so much you want! Where there are housemaids who feel at home working in this house, if the hostess is like you!" handoyo was full of emphasis on the last sentence.

"I'm going to tell you to take a cooking course so you can prepare food for me. Why is it still not so good?" Handoyo gave a rough throw of his breath.

"I'm not unemployed, Mom! I also have to work every day, so I don't have much time for courses and practice!" reply Cynthia who always speaks in a high tone.

"Stop and quit your job! How many times have I told you to stop, Cyn?" Handoyo looked back at his wife.

"Enough at home, be a good wife and mother. Don't worry about spending money because I can give you more money than your salary as an honorary teacher is not that much," he continued by slowing down the voice.

"I can't if I just stay home all day, Mas," said Cynthia who also began to slow down the sound.

"Ck ...." Handoyo. "First, Lia could stay home and never demand anything. All the housework, he did it himself and everything was neat. Why can't you?" handoyo asked with narrowed eyes.

"Lia, again! Lia, again! What's special about him, anyway, Mas? If he is indeed special in Mas's eyes, Mas Han might not even glance at me! That means, I'm more special than him!" cynthia responded with indignation as Handoyo often praised his ex-wife.

Handoyo let out a long breath.

'Yes. Long ago, before you I had, you looked so special, Cyn. Now that we're married and I know all about you, you're far from that word. Handoyo's inner self, full of regrets.

'Indeed, if everything that is not yet ours, it will look very beautiful and interesting. However, everything will be normal if we already have and hold it.' Handoyo monologue in heart.

'In my eyes, Lia was unattractive, even boring. Why is it that after he left, I miss him so much, huh? Is it true that my friends in the office say that I am less than grateful for what I have?' Handoyo let out a rough sigh.

Handoyo lingered on the porch of his tall house, only to watch over Cynthia. He even ignored Aulia who was in trouble alone in the kitchen, while the mother of their son, to prepare her breakfast.

Cynthia's always sexy appearance with plenary makeup, making Handoyo often swallow her own saliva when her perverted brain imagines the contents behind the tight clothes Cynthia wears.

Gayung. Apparently Cynthia was secretly admiring the figure of Handoyo who was young almost the same age as him, but was well established.

Magnificent house, nice car and quite prestigious position in the local municipality, making Handoyo has more value in the eyes of Cynthia when compared to Husain who is only a salesman.

"I'm also leaving, it's almost seven." Cynthia's voice broke the Handoyo's reverie.

"We're off together" Handoyo took, flat.

Cynthia let out a long sigh while closing her eyes for a moment.

The woman then rushed to pick up her branded briefcase and soon caught up with the husband who had been waiting in the car.

Throughout the journey only silence was created. Each is busy with his own thoughts.

Handoyo who continued to regret his decision to release Aulia for Cynthia. While Cynthia also regretted for leaving such an understanding man as Husain for Handoyo.

Both long breaths sounded simultaneously. They look at each other, look at each other for a moment and then smile at each other.

"Our new marriage is corn, ma'am. We still have a lot to learn to understand each other and adapt" Cynthia said.

"I promise you, I'll start learning to be a good wife to you, Mas" she continued.

Yeah, Cynthia's been thinking a long time. She couldn't have let go of Handoyo who could have given her more money than her ex-husband, despite having to go through the debate first.

If he let go of Handoyo, not necessarily he will be able to get a replacement man like Handoyo, given the increasing number of his age.

"You're right, Cyn. We must continue to learn to understand and understand each other," Handoyo replied which is also heavy if you have to part with Cynthia because of the same shame as her colleagues.

'Cook, in a year I have to divorce twice? What do the people in the office say?' Handoyo shook his head.

'May he be able to change as I wish, though he cannot be as perfect as Aulia, ' Handoyo's mind was hopeful, glancing at his wife.

"Mas, the day after tomorrow's off. We went to the mall, yeah. It's been a month since we got married, but Mas Han has never bought me a new shirt. Want, huh?" cynthia's sulk as she wrestled spoiled on Handoyo's arm.

If so, Handoyo could only nod, following his wife's wishes.

"Ashik ..." cheers Cynthia, happy. "I want a bag and a pair of shoes that the French brand is, Mas," he continued.

Handoyo let out a long sigh while calculating in his heart, how much budget he would spend later.

'Repot too, yes, have a wife doyan shopping, ' Handoyo regretted in heart.

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