Neighbor's Blanket
Chapter 1

Lately I have been busy packing things and clothes. Put the clothes in the suitcase and put our personal belongings into the box.

In 3 days, Mas Dirga and I will move to Bandung. Mas Dirga was transferred to a branch office with a new higher position.

Actually it is hard to leave the tiny house that has been almost 3 years since we became newlyweds.

I have also mingled and familiar with the complex mothers here. The environment and neighbors here make me feel at home and comfortable.

I'm a little anxious to occupy the house that was bought by Mas Dirga 2 weeks ago.

Somehow the neighborhood and residents of the complex there, I hope the neighbors can accept us well.

I lyrics wall clock that has shown at 6 pm. 2 hours more usually Mas Dirga arrived at home. Semenejak moved to be assigned in Bandung, Mas Dirga always went home at night.

That made me finally agree to Mas Dirga's proposal to buy a house and move to Bandung. I could not bear if every day Mas Dirga had to go back and forth Jakarta - Bandung. Because of course the power will be drained on the road. Moreover, it has to split the congestion in both cities to leave and go home from work.

Welcoming the return of Mas Dirga is a fun thing. I have always been beautiful and sexy and fragrant to welcome my beloved husband.

Mothers here even often praise me because several times saw me dress up sexy when going to welcome the return of the husband sir.

Because all my neighbors already have more than 1 child, so they told me if they did not have time to dress up like that to welcome their husbands.

The sound of cars parked in the garage makes me half run to open the door. It's been 3 years of our wedding, but it still feels like a newlywed. I would scatter into Mas Dirga's arms whenever I welcomed him home.

Standing in the doorway. The smile on my lips when I saw the figure of a dashing man coming down from the car wearing long pants and a long-sleeved shirt whose arms had been rolled up to the elbows.

Mas Dirga also developed her sweet smile. Carrying a paper bag of food he offered me a few hours before Mas Dirga left the office.

I reached for Mas Dirga's hand to kiss the back of his hand, before I smashed into the 32-year-old's arms. I inhaled deeply into the masculine perfume mixed with the sweat. It feels very win. Fragrant sweat of a husband who makes a living to support and please the wife.

"New lingerie on Dek.?" Ask Mas Dirga. His eyes focused on the maroon-colored lingerie I combined with the black cardigan.

I was afraid of a neighbor watching, so I covered him with a knee-length cardigan.

Although it has been closed and only seen on the front, but Mas Dirga can guess that the lingerie I wear is still new.

"Yes Mas," I replied with a knotty smile.

"3 days ago Sita's sister showed her the lingerie she bought in the soppo app, uh even I became smitten and immediately bought 4. It was the new afternoon with the package." This time I was riding a horse. Spreading a spoiled smile as he swung on his arm.

Mas Dirga just chuckled amusedly.

"It turns out Sita's still a collection of lingerie." Comments on Dirga. Maybe because the age of Mba Sita is more than 40 years, so Mas Dirga was amused to hear Mbak Sita still wearing lingerie.

"Mas Indra is the person who is calm, it is impossible to smitten another woman. I have 3 children." Mas Dirga said, closing the door and embracing me inside.

"The lipstick of other women is not calm or not Mas. If anyone teases and throws a bait, who's willing to refuse." Answer dusts. Suddenly I remember the story of Mbak Gina who a few months ago caught her husband walking with a young woman. Though Mbak Gina's husband is famous for being religious because he was diligent in the mosque compared to the Fathers in this cluster.

"The madness, because at home already has a beautiful and twisting pinter," Mas Dirga responded with a joke. He then chuckled while pinching my nose.

I smiled in response to his joke. Mas Dirga's loyalty does not need to be doubted, so I do not have to warn Mas Dirga so as not to mess out there. I believe Mas Dirga can take care of the integrity of our household.

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This morning it was time for me to leave the tiny house that we had bought from our labors. It is very hard to leave this house, especially because it has to be far from the neighbors who have always considered me and Mas Dirga as sisters because we are the youngest here.

"Oh my God, Dek, Ma'am so sad." Sita seemed to shed tears and immediately hugged me. Does not feel clear circles come along to moisten the cheeks. However, our togetherness rests in the heart.

"Don't long hug her Bianca Deck, I also want to hug," With a soft voice, Madam Weny pulled Mpa Sita's shoulder to release her embrace. Now it's Bianca's turn to hug me. The atmosphere of haru increasingly became when Mbak Nilam and Mbak Monik came to my house in a hurry and immediately embraced us. Finally the five of us hugged each other and cried to release my move to the city of Bandung.

"Later to visit often on Deck. Don't forget we've got a new family." Nilam's Maid. I just get sobbing hearing it.

Although we can still communicate, but it will not be the same as face to face and interact directly.

Meanwhile, Mas Dirga also looks good to the Fathers here.

In fact, our move also made Mas Dirga feel the same sadness. Moreover, Mas Dirga joined the futsal team in this cluster. So the togetherness of Mas Dirga and the husbands here is quite close.

2 Cars left 1 hour ago. I did bring almost all the furniture and all the home interior. No wonder if you have to use 2 box cars to transport goods from a 2-story minimalist house with an area of 120 m² it.

After leaving, Mas Dirga and I got into the car. We left the house that had given many wonderful memories and neighbors who were already like family by themselves.

"Dec, don't cry anymore." While driving, Mas Dirga rubbed my shoulders.

"I'm afraid the neighbors there are not as good as the mothers here. Especially in the new house, the inhabitants of the cluster are mostly the same age as us. It's not gonna protect them." Sissu.

2 times came to see a new house in Bandung, I so see that most of the houses there are inhabited by young couples like us. The average has 1 child.

"They are good and love you because you are good Dek. Everywhere good people will be met with good people as well. Aye, right,?"

I'm nodding. Mas Dirga's words made me a little about.

May our lives in our new home be filled with happiness.