Neighbor's Blanket
Chapter 23

I brought a tray of 2 bowls of noodles and warm tea to the living room. Although Mas Agam said it did not matter if alone in the house, but still I felt scared and awkward. That's why I took her to the living room, of course with the door wide open. Although no one will come or pass, at least open the door wide will avoid things that are not desired.

We are both in a state of hurt and disappointment, what's more the relationship of Mas Agam and Mbak Karina is not harmonious. I was afraid of feeling between the two of us. It does not matter if the feeling only arises from the heart, because it can be talked about carefully. But if there are other feelings from adult women and men like us, it will certainly be scary because logic will also lose.

"You don't wear sauces, do you.?" My bargain while thrusting a bowl of instant noodles at him, complete with vegetables, eggs, meatballs and dumpling.

"Can,,"

I immediately went to pick up the chili sauce in the kitchen.

"This is a very painful sauce, do not much Mas, afraid of stomach pain." I put a bottle of sausage on Mas Agam. He just kept quiet and took the sauce out of my hand. Since then I have noticed Mas Agam continues to look at me fixed but difficult to interpret the gaze.

"Dirga is really stupid. Wasting you would definitely make him regret for life." Mas Agam's tone of speech was full of emphasis. I can feel the frustration and scorn for Mas Dirga.

"He doesn't want to talk about it." I forbid Mas Agam to stop talking about Mas Dirga. Hearing her name only makes me sick because I remember the affair.

"Sorry Bi, I didn't mean to make you badmood." Mas Agam stared in the shade. He's a really nice guy with an awesome charm. Sometimes I wonder about Karina. Somehow he prefers men who are actually under Mas Agam in terms of physical.

From the man's face alone I can already guess that man is not a good man.

"By the way, you don't have any plans for work.?"

"In the office again need people to make in place in the finance division." He said with a hand that started stirring the noodles after he poured the chilli sauce into it.

I quickly shook my head. In this state of my household and my broken feelings, I did not even think of working. Mas Dirga won't allow me to work anyway.

"Why.?" Religion stared curiously.

"He is afraid of not being able to work optimally under these circumstances." Shifting my eyes, Mas Agam's gaze made me look very sad because he was looking at pity.

"It is precisely with your current state that you should be looking for a way to stand on your own feet, Bia." Said firmly.

"Honestly, I also don't like career women who are too busy to forget their duties as a wife. And I don't think it's just me, but all husbands feel that way too."

"But your condition is different. Even you yourself think to get away from Dirga. Then what do you want to survive after that.?"

Mas Agam's advice and enlightenment opened my mind a little. What Mas Agam said is true.

When the husband has acted by playing women, then we as wives are required to be independent and stand on our own feet before finally determining the right decision.

At least if we choose to separate, we can still support ourselves.

"Yes, I'll think again." It seems that I really have to fight from this second, can no longer rely on and depend on life for Mas Dirga. Although his attitude and attention did not change at all, but who could guess if one day Mas Dirga would throw me out for the sake of the woman.

I nodded in understanding.

"The bite to eat Mas, that brat came home." Expel me without awkwardness. It's not good too long alone like this in the house.

"Fear of being caught with Dirga, huh.?" He said with a faint smile that looked soft.

I was confused to answer. To be honest it was scared in pergoki by Mas Dirga when me and Mas Agam were alone in the house like this. Even if it was just eating noodles together, but if Mas Dirga saw it, he would definitely think we had a relationship behind him.

I don't want that until it happens.

Because Mas Dirga could have used this excuse to end our marriage. I have not shared my heartache with him.

"The food school. How on purpose in a long time anyway.?!" I thawed in annoyance and reflexively hit Mas Agam's arm. Maybe he ate casually and slowly, as a result his noodles never run out. I have spent it since.

"The noodles are too good Bi, dear if you eat it in a hurry." His answer was indifferent because he did not care about my reprimand.

"Well, take it home there." My exclamation. Indirectly I drove out Mas Agam for the umpteenth time. Hopefully this time he understands and can go home soon.

"Where's the one coming home.?" He asked while looking at me meaningfully.

Truly this one man, behind his relaxed and cold attitude, there are a thousand and one sentences that can make my brain think various things.

"Iihh, really.!" Landing blows many times on the big arm of Mas Agam, the man simply smiled knots without preventing me.

"Here you go, sneak home." I raised Mas Agam's bowl and pulled his hand to stand up.

"You don't want to come home.?"

"It's not good to sleep alone in this rain." His word.

I suddenly rounded my eyes. Looks like something's wrong with Mas Agam's brain.

"It looks like Mas is too soybean deh, from earlier digelantur continue to talk. Going home, mienin mienya keep resting." I pushed Mas Dirga out of the house and gave him his bowl of noodles.

"It's not soy, it just needs a blanket." Reply indifferently.

"Thank you Mienya." Mas Agam rushed home, but again his words made me think hard.

Suddenly we talked about the blanket. What blanket did he mean to have to tell me.

Do not let Mas Agam think of a neighbor's blanket. What a difference does it make to those traitors.