The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
Old Customers

Handoyo, who was drunk with love, did not mind what Cynthia did to him. The man did whatever the wife asked him to do, with pleasure.

True exists. If you already like someone, then no matter how bad it is, in your eyes it will still look beautiful. Even though he made a lot of mistakes, for you he is still the truest, and you have a lot of stock sorry for him.

Even if you hate someone, then no matter how good the person is, in your eyes he is still the ugly one, and even though what is done is the truth, for you he still makes a fatal mistake.

Handoyo came back to his wife with a scarf that was asked by his wife earlier.

"Come, go now, baby!" invite Handoyo while hugging the waist-friendly Cynthia, out of the magnificent house towards the yard.

"Auntie!" cynthia exclaimed before the woman who was always preening, got into the husband's car.

"What's up, honey? Is there anything left?" handoyo asked, softening his voice while holding the door of the car he had opened, for his sex wife.

"Nothing, Mom. I just want to talk to her for a moment" Cynthia replied, pointing at her aunt with her chin, who approached her master in a hurry.

"Bi, as long as we're gone, Auntie don't be wasteful! Just eat the potluck, there's still instant noodles and crackers, right?" cynthia insisted, asking.

The assistant who was about forty years old, nodded. "Okay, Madam."

After giving a long enough message and lecture, Cynthia then immediately got into the car and sat comfortably on the front bench.

Handoyo immediately circled the front of the car, after closing the door on the left side of the wife and then immediately entered to sit on the bench behind the wheel.

The expensive car, which Handoyo himself drove slowly through the gate of his towering residence. Leaving a housekeeper who keeps the resentment in heart.

"Patience, patience. I have to hold on, at least one month to keep my salary intact and there are no pieces" the housekeeper grumbled, stroking his chest.

As per the agreement at the beginning, Cynthia who was afraid that her domestic assistant would not feel at home working in Handoyo's stately home, given her own attitude that was often temparamen and always dissatisfied with the work of others, he said, indeed make a deal.

The salary of the assistant will be paid in full if the domestic assistant stays, up to a minimum of one month. However, if he resigned before even one month, then his salary would be cut in half.

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While in other places, the life of Husain and his daughter can be said to be calm even though the man who is always smiling is a bit of a hassle because he has to work while carrying the baby.

Usually, the princess will be invited by her father to go around, visiting subscription shops that usually take goods from her, around the provincial capital.

"Mas Husain," called someone in the same uniform as Husain, but his appearance was more climatic, when Husain had just arrived at the warehouse office this morning.

"Yes, sir." Husain turned to the source of the voice.

"You replaced Mas Tikno. Today, he's a permit" said the man, whose age is above Husain's.

"Well, sir," replied Husain who had to respond.

Although Yasmin's condition was a little feverish, but for the sake of dedication and continuity of work, the handsome man was forced to respond to requests from his supervisor to get out of town.

Yes, the man did not take a nanny after Yasmin almost went to harm due to the negligence of her caregiver who was addicted to online games on mobile.

Early in his decision to move house and find a place to live closer to his office, Husain did hire a nanny for his daughter.

Yasmin's three-week-old nanny was fired and since then, Husain no longer believed in leaving Yasmin with anyone else, and chose to bring the princess if she worked.

Luckily, the boss where Husain worked his people well and could understand Husain's situation. Yasmin's father was even given a dispensation, he was given a location in the city and Husain's working area which was outside the city, was replaced by his partner.

"Wear the warm clothes, son. Later in the car, Yasmin just bob, let her head not dizzy." Husain spoke as if the princess understood what he was saying.

Husain immediately put the princess to sleep on the front bench, next to the steering wheel. The father of one child then immediately climbed into a crib that was already full of goods to be deposited to several shops outside the city.

Husain's crib-driven car continued to accelerate, splitting the paved road that was quite dense in traffic.

Husain drove while occasionally wiping the legs of the princess who was nearby, while kicking sholawat as is his habit if he was sleeping Yasmin.

After driving for more than an hour, the boxcar began to turn from store to store and Husain seemed busy dropping off the items taken by the shop owner, whom he stopped by.

The princess stayed in the car for as long as her father worked. Under the net supervision of his father, who continued to monitor Yasmin while working.

"Mas Husain, old as well, is invisible" said one of Husain's customers, as Yasmin's father had just got out of the car, at the fifth store.

"Yes, Sir. I exchanged positions with Tikno, "Husain replied with a smile and then greeted the owner of the shop sparpart motor vehicle, which was friendly.

"It just so happened that Tikno was granted permission today, so I replaced him again" Husain continued.

"Pantesan, long time not here. You think, Mas Husain resigned to be a salesman," said the man in black as he patted Husain's arm warmly.

"No, Sir. I want to feed my child, if I stop working" Husain joked.

"Father!" yasmin exclaimed from inside the car whose window was accidentally opened.

Husayn hurried over to the princess and then carried Yasmin.

"Mas Husain, ngajak son?" asked the store owner when he saw Husain holding Yasmin and bringing her closer to him, the middle-aged man's gaze was full of pity to see Yasmin's face that looked pale in her arms.

"Yasmine!" exclaimed a young boy, when Husain had not yet answered the question of the shopkeeper, who was his old customer.

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