Neighbor's Blanket
Chapter 29

Just this time I went into Mas Agam's house. Not much house printing in it. There is only important furniture. Unlike my home, I have a hobby of collecting home printouts ala-ala home decor.

Maybe because Ms. Karina is busy working, so not too concerned with home decoration.

The steak is cooked. Completed with french fries and salad. I set it on the dining table. Meanwhile Mas Agam took out some canned drinks.

The man, who is now abandoned by his wife, only stuns instant foods.

Some canned drinks and beer appear neatly lined up in a special refrigerator where drinks are served.

An unhealthy lifestyle does not seem to have a bad impact on the posture of Mas Agam.

Because his posture is not much different from Mas Dirga. Equally muscular.

Though I take care of Mas Dirga's food very much by making sure the food is healthy for him.

Maybe Mas Agam often sports to build his muscles and maintain ideal body weight.

"Think what.?" Mas Agam swung his hand in front of my face. Instantly I woke up and hurriedly brushed off the contents of my head which began to compare the body of Mas Agam with Mas Dirga.

"Mas Agam has no plans to bring Ms Karina home again.?" My toot. The man in front of me couldn't know that I was thinking about him.

Mas Agam even chuckled. I don't know what's wrong with my words.

"You told me to beg for love.?" Ask with a wry smile.

"I'm not a love freak, Bia."

"If he wants to go into someone else's arms, I'll never stop him."

"We need people who love each other, not just to love without being loved." Mas Agam emphasized every word that came out of his mouth.

I understand and understand everything Mas Agam said. But it feels very dear to have to end just like that without anyone trying to improve things.

But even so, it seems like I will also do the same as Mas Agam.

"Feel you never fail Bia," The praise escaped from Mas Agam's lips. He returned to eating his steak.

Flattered by her praise, I responded with a smile.

Seeing Mas Agam eating voraciously, I became happy.

"You're too perfect Bia, how could Dirga hurt you." Mas Agam spoke without looking at me because I focused on eating steak, while I was made glued to his words.

Let alone Mas Agam, I just can't figure out why Mas Dirga could hurt me.

Maybe in the eyes of Mas Dirga, I am not a good wife, let alone perfect. Because if he thinks I'm perfect, there can't be an affair behind me.

"Here you go, you want to eat at home."

"The plate Bia pinjem used to do, yes," I got out of the chair. Mas Agam did not make a sound, but he looked at me sharply. Not a sharp look because of anger, but rather do not like to see me move from the dining table.

"Fine the food, you can go home." Although flat talk, but it sounds full of emphasis and does not want to be denied.

"I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable because you suddenly discuss Dirga. I just didn't think it through." His speech. Mas Agam stood up, he took the plate in my hand and placed it on the dining table.

"Let's sit down again, finish your food." Soft ink.

After finishing the steak, I immediately cleaned the dishes and glasses to take to the sink.

"No need to wash Bia, put it in the sink."

"You can go home now. I have to be at the office tomorrow at 8." Mas Agam flat talk. Just like his current facial expression, it even seemed cold.

I felt a change in my attitude. This time it was sad. Is it possible that she was mad at me because I wanted to go home.?

But why did Mas Agam have to be angry.?

"No Papa, just a little bit of anything." I still wash dishes even though Mas Agam forbid. Pity also if until Mas Agam who washed the dishes.

"Yes, Bia understands."

"Directly send the office address to Bia number," my friend who started washing dishes.

Mas Agam only replied with deheman. I do not know if Mas Agam directly sent the office address or not. Because right now my position is behind him.

...*****...

I locked the door immediately after entering the house. I have the lyrics of a wall clock that already shows at 9 p.m. Means almost 3 hours I was at Mas Agam's house.

Two opposite sex are in the house without any bond, even each is married, of course it is not something that can be justified, whatever the reason.

But consciously I did.

As if I got courage that came out of nowhere, I could interact that close to Mas Agam. Whereas before I always kept my distance from the opposite sex because I was aware of my status as Mas Dirga's wife.

At exactly 11pm, Mas Dirga entered the room. Lucky that moment my position turned to the door, I rushed to pretend to be asleep. I don't know what kind of work Mas Dirga did to get home this night and almost every day.

Looks like Mas Dirga forgot that I also worked in the office.

Not long after, a kiss of terraceA on my forehead. Followed with a gentle swipe at the tip of my head.

Silence, Mas Dirga did not say a word. And after that there was the sound of the ringing of Mas Dirga's cell phone. I could feel Mas Dirga hastily leaving because the sound of the phone ringing was getting away. Then there was the sound of the door closing slowly.

Suddenly I opened my eyes and rushed down from the bed after making sure Mas Dirga came out of the room. I ran a little and opened the door slowly. Apparently Mas Dirga was standing in front of the room with his back to the door.

"Yes, I just got here. Don't call me at home, instead I've told you that a lot." There was a tone of annoyance, but Mas Dirga's voice remained low.

As long as I knew him, Mas Dirga was never angry.

"Hmm, I get it." Flat talk.

"It's night, you better get some sleep." Mas Dirga then disconnected his phone call after telling the person who called him to go to sleep immediately.

Besides being considerate of his wife, my husband is also considerate of others.

Between heartache and disgust, I can only smile wryly.

I closed the door and went back to bed to pretend to be asleep again.

All this time I was fooled by her sweet attitude. Or I'm just a fool for trusting him too much.