The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
Sleeping in Ammar's Room

"Mas, Luna called. The day after tomorrow, there's a class reunion and Lia gets an invitation. We're coming, huh, Mas? Mas Han wants to, right, accompany Lia?" pinta Aulia, unravel the silence.

"If you want to open the hijab, I want to accompany you, Lia." Handoyo who had opened his eyes, smiled smirk. The mature man can already guess, how the wife will react.

"Mas, why would Mas Han ask like that?" ask Aulia, protest. "Since the beginning of Mas' will know that Lia is hijab and Mas does not mind it, right?" continued Handoyo's little wife, asking.

The mother-of-one stopped massaging her husband's legs and looked at him, with a look of disbelief.

"Yes, yeah. I don't really care about it, Lia. But the old you and the present you are different! Your hijab used to be neat, but now ...." Handoyo momentarily stopped his words.

The mature man squinted his eyes, looking at his wife with a mocking look. Handoyo inched, he then sat down while leaning on the headboard of the bed.

Handoyo was still scanning his wife's appearance from top to bottom, making Aulia misbehave.

"Your hijab-wearing appearance and profanity is ancient, Lia! That's why, I'm lazy to take you out to meet my colleagues! So embarrassing!" hina Handoyo to the wife, making Aulia freeze instantly.

Unknowingly, tears welled up in the eyes of the young mother. It hurts, hearing a confession from the husband who indirectly said, that he was not worthy to be with Handoyo.

"You see, dong, Cynthia! He always looks attractive and his face shines, unlike you who always look cute!" continued the strong-maned man who sounded very sniffy.

Handoyo's words added a scar to Aulia's heart. The young woman's tears could not be contained anymore. She was crying without a sound.

'You know, Mas. In the past, I also like to preen because I have money to buy skin care and make up. I also like to wear fashionable clothes, but still polite. But now, I don't have the money to obey all my desires, Mas, ' Inner Aulia, is a pity.

This is not the first time the husband compares himself to Cynthia, their next door neighbor who is a kindergarten teacher and always looks super sexy and glamorous.

"How, Lia? Do you want to open your hijab?" challenge Handoyo.

Aulia shook her head firmly. "No, Mas. This is the duty of Lia as a Muslimah who must obey Lia, which is to close the aurat."

"That means, you disobey me as your husband? Do you not understand very well, Lia, that obeying the command of the husband is the duty of the wife of the sholehah? So, why do you hijab and worship diligently, if you do not obey your husband?" cecar Handoyo with many questions.

"His legal obligation to obey the orders of the husband for the wives, if the order does not contradict the religious law, Mas. However, what Mas Han asked just now, was in violation of religious rules. Hence, Lia could not obey Mas's orders," Aulia replied, firmly.

Although it is often silent if the husband scolds her or acts arbitrarily against her, but when it comes to matters of principle, the young woman dares to be firm with the husband.

"Have begun to dare you, Lia!" hardik Handoyo, looking intently at his wife.

"Sorry, Mas. This is not a matter of courage or not, but it is a matter of principle that must be held firmly," Aulia replied.

"Whatever!" the adult male. Handoyo then returned to retreat.

"Can Lia go alone, Mas?" ask Aulia for permission.

"Close," replied Handoyo, flat.

Silent, greeting the master bedroom in the mansion owned by Handoyo. The big house that was built, when Aulia's husband was still single.

There was the sound of the door being knocked from the outside, along with the voice of Ammar calling his mother.

"Nda, open!" exclaim Ammar.

Aulia immediately went to open the door for the son. The young woman immediately hugged her son who looked like he was crying.

"Mother's son woke up" whispered Aulia. "What do you want, son? Want to pee, hem? Is Ammar thirsty, dear?" asked Aulia who was still hugging the son to make her little son, calm down.

Ammar shakes. "Ammal want to poke mama Mother," he replied still with a small stuffing.

Aulia broke into a hug. He then took the son, approaching his father who was still keeping his eyes closed, even though the mature man heard the voice of the son.

"Mas, can Ammar sleep with us?" ask Aulia, slowly.

"Just put him to bed in his room. If he wants to be accompanied, accompany him," Handoyo replied still with closed eyes. The man seemed not to care about his son alone.

"Mas, sure?" ask Aulia, make sure. Because, not usually the husband let himself sleep in the room of the son who had been accustomed to sleeping separately since Ammar was weaned.

"Hem ...." Handoyo replied to him with just a mutter.

Aulia took a long breath. 'Is that Mas Han to me because I don't want to obey his desire to remove the hijab? To the extent that he let me sleep in Ammar's room?' inner Aulia, asked.

Handoyo did not allow the son to sleep in their room and the wife was not allowed to accompany her son to sleep. Even if Aulia accompanied Ammar, the woman would have been told to return to the room as soon as the son had fallen asleep.

Yes, because Handoyo can not leave his ritual of sharpening the sword of goods overnight. Even though Aulia was misfortune, the arrogant man would still ask his little wife, to satisfy him.

"Lia will be back soon, after Ammar sleeps, Mas," said Aulia while holding the son.

"No need, you just sleep in Ammar's room!"

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