Neighbor's Blanket
Chapter 16

I parked the car in the carport and rushed out. At first glance I glanced at Mas Agam who was sitting on the porch of the house wearing a long-sleeved shirt but wearing shorts. An amused laugh almost came out of my lips. I hurried to shut up so as not to laugh at Mas Agam's appearance. Very neat from the waist to the head end, and looks relaxed from the waist down. I think Mas Agam wants a meeting because it is ready in front of the laptop.

I saw a cup of coffee and bread accompanying her breakfast the next morning. Miris once, the husband at home was working with only breakfast bread, but his wife instead went with another man and made out in a public place.

But the fate of me and Mas Agam in fact is not much different.

"If you want to laugh, laugh. Do not need to be resistant," Mas Agam flat rebuke made aghast. How did he know that I had been laughing ever since.? His eyes were focused on the laptop.

"Ehh, E, no Mas, what to do." I dodged, then majesty set foot to enter the house.

"Where did it come from.?" Mas Agam's question made my steps stop. The man with high charisma was staring at me.

I looked at the face of the man who was less handsome than Mas Dirga, just that the charisma and charm he had were quite far above Mas Dirga. Maybe that's what makes Mas Agam look handsome from all angles.

"Into the airport, out of Mas Dirga." I replied with a mind that was no longer focused because it remembered with Sister Karina. It was very interesting to complain about what I saw in Mas Agam. Ms. Karina should be grateful to have such a loyal and kind husband.

"Theirga's going out of town.?"

Mas Agam's question was only answered with a nod of the head.

"Bak Karina where else is Mas.?" My curious soul appeared. I want to know where Ms. Karina said to Mas Agam.

“Ke Jogja," He replied indifferently.

I frowned, obviously Sister Karina lied. All I see is, Ms. Karina and the man will be making a flight to NTT. Maybe they both will go on vacation.

"Bak Karina often goes out of town, did Mas Agam never suspect.?" The question just came out of my mouth. I immediately apologized to him.

"I'm sorry, Bia didn't mean it,, though,,,

"I'm her husband. I know everything he's doing behind my back." Cut Mas Agam. From his words, I somehow felt that Mas Agam knew of the affair between Ms. Karina and the man.

But if that's true, then why did Mas Agam just shut up and there was no attempt to make Mbak Karina stop playing crazy.

Does he have the same thoughts as me, too.? Let them be content to play around before making the best decision.

I don't know, only Mas Agam knows.

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This afternoon I started working in the kitchen to make tomyam. I took all the ingredients out of the refrigerator. I started making shrimp broth while cutting other ingredients.

1 hour ago Mas Dirga just called me via vidio. Knowing that Mas Dirga was really out of town for work, slightly brushed aside my bad prejudices on him.

At least I saw myself Mas Dirga one room with his coworker.

"Oh my goodness, the beach doesn't boil the chest." I complained when I saw that the fire on the stove was no longer burning.

I rushed to remove the regulator to replace it with new gas. Long enough struggling to install gas, but the stove never turns on. I don't usually have trouble installing gas. What I can't do as a housewife. Lifting gallons and changing the lights I can.

"Looks like I should ask for help, rather than tonight failing to eat tomyam." I muttered as I got out of the kitchen. I will ask for help from the nearest neighbor, who else if not Mas Agam. He is the only neighbor I know. 2 other neighbors rarely show the trunk of his nose.

"Excuse me, Mas," Shouted after pressing the bell. I hope I don't bother Mas Agam.

"Geez, at least wear clothes first dong Mas before opening the door." I'm ashamed. My eyes so see the athletic body of Mas Agam which is filled with muscle carvings.

"Fear the guests are going home if you wear clothes first." Mas Agam's voice sounded relaxed. I didn't look at him because I kept my eyes closed.

"What's Bia.?" Ask.

"That's gonna ask you to put the gas in. Tumben's hard on the pair, not on fire." My complaint.

"What trouble can't.?" He said in a satirical tone.

"Misache. Who's been putting in gas if not Bia. Dirga's most anti-gas masquerade because of trauma." Reply quickly.

"Please putin ya Mas, Bia again cook this, not mateng." I turned around to move, of course, with eyes that I still closed using my hands.

"Oh yes but wear clothes first." Reminded me. I hurriedly left without turning my head, somehow Mas Agam's expression and response as I spoke at length to him.

5 Minutes later Mas Agam came to the house. I told him to come in by shouting from the kitchen.

"What cooking is it.?" Mas Agam appeared in the kitchen along with his masculine voice.

"It's just tomyam, who wants to eat fruit." My answer. Mas Agam just nodded, then started squatting in front of the kitchen to pair the gas.

"How long does it take to get out of town.?" Mas Agam made a sound after a while we fell silent to each other. I focused on watching Mas Agam who was installing gas. It seems like there is a little problem until Mas Agam also has difficulty.

"It's only been 3 days" I replied.

"It's hard, huh.?" I approached, noticing Mas Agam who was patting the regulator's head.

"It seems to have run out of it but the same you are not directly in matiin." His speech.

After that he lit the stove again and succeeded.

"Thank you, my mother." I said glad I didn't fail to eat tomyam.

"No need for thanks, no need for food. Laper's on." Follow him with jokes.

"Yes ready, I'll be antherin if it's dead."

"Part of deliberately make a lot of it for the same Mas." I spoke while continuing to cook.

"No need to be in anterin, I'll wait until mateng." Casually Mas Agam sat in front of the dining table. I suddenly glared, where can be alone like this in the house.

"Can't wait in the dalem, if you want on the terrace. What will people say later," I firmly told Mas Agam to come out.

"Whose person.? There's nobody here anymore. We want to do it and no one will know." Mas Agam's answer shocked me. He could think like that.

"I think Mas Agam asked to be moved using a frying pan." I immediately took out a frying pan, of course just to bully him. But Mas Agam instead chuckled and hurriedly fled.

"Pretty-beautiful fierce." His lips while holding back laughter.