Neighbor's Blanket
Chapter 3

We went home to finish lunch at a Sundanese restaurant near the housing complex. Actually still want to spend time outside with Mas Dirga, considering we always go every weekend like this. But because at home there is still a lot of work to be done so that later tonight we can sleep soundly and calmly, so forced to just eat lunch and go home immediately.

When the car entered our cluster of houses, I remembered the next door neighbor who had just had a big fight. My soul is turbulent, not wanting to take care of other people's households, but just wondering why the couple who look so harmonious can get into a fight.

The last time I visited this house, they were both found sitting on the porch and joking. We also had time to say hello, although they both did not talk much. Her husband was just a small talk to Mas Dirga, just asking when will occupy the house.

"Ngeliatin what the hell is Dek.? Don't cry, just assume you didn't hear anything." Mas Dirga's reprimand made me no longer look at the neighbor's house.

"But if every day quarrel continues, I can be more kepo Mas." My answer.

"But hopefully they don't fight often. Not bad also their screams to the roar outside. Luckily it was just us, the other house was still empty. So it's safe from the neighbors' quarrel." My long-winded babble was only responded to by Mas Dirga.

"You can't be a Deck gossip spreader, no good. The business of others is their business. Even if we know, just shut up and keep it to yourself." Mas Dirga advised while rubbing my head.

"Yes, I know. Besides where can I spread the disgrace of others, at least it's just the same story only." I answered, then shone the horse. I always tell Mas Dirga anything, only he is the only person who becomes a place to complain and share stories. Besides telling something to Mas Dirga must be safe, because it will not leak anywhere. Different again if you tell it to others, what else is a woman, it will certainly spread quickly. Fast as the express train.

While in the car that was parked in the carport, we rushed out of the car and into the house.

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At 9 pm, Mas Dirga and I are still busy at home. The items in the main room have been all entered and arranged in the right place. Curtains and sheets are also neatly installed. We do prioritize the rooms that are restored first so that they can be used for a comfortable rest. And now we are focusing on the living room. Arrange the interior decoration of the living room.

"This photo will be installed where Dek.?" Mas Dirga asked while showing a 20R photo frame in his hand. It was a photo at our wedding reception 3 years ago. Recipes are held in one of the big buildings in Jakarta. Since we were in college, most of my friends and Mas Dirga were in Jakarta. That's why we held a reception in Jakarta after previously doing a wedding procession in Manado.

"On the wall over there alone, Mas." I pointed at one corner of the living room, asking Mas Dirga to put up the figura there.

Mas Dirga immediately spry and began to direct the drill tool to attach the bolt so that our photos can be installed on the wall of the living room.

The ringing sound of Mas Dirga's cell phone made me turn to the table. I hurriedly placed the decorative lights in the corner of the living room I was holding, then rushed to get a cell phone to give to my husband. Because I already know that phone calls on Mas Dirga's cell phone are always important, given Mas Dirga's new position as manager.

"Who's Dek.?" Mas Dirga spontaneously asked, but he still continued his work.

"Marissa Mas" I replied after reading the name of the contact on the phone screen.

I slide the green button to receive a call from Mas Dirga's working partner in his office.

"Hallo Mas Dirga," The warm, gentle voice greeted across the street. Marissa's brother is friendly and sebumble to anyone. I often meet and chat with him whenever there is an event held by the office where Mas Dirga works.

"Sorry Ma'am Icha, this is Bia," I said, calling Marissa's nickname.

"Ohh, Bianca." Marissa's voice was no longer as excited as before.

"Her mother is busy again, he said later on the phone back when it's done." I spoke while looking at Mas Dirga who was focusing on drilling into the wall.

"Yes, please reach Mas Dirga not long back phone. Urgent, there's something to talk about for Monday's meeting." Marissa's mother said at length. I agreed and then decided on her phone call.

Marissa's brother was also transferred to Bandung. Not only Mas Dirga and Mbak Marissa, but some of their colleagues were also partially mutated to the branch office in order to develop the new company.

Most of them who have long worked at the headquarters, so given the trust to handle the branch office to be more advanced.

"Marissa told you what Dek.?" Ask Mas Dirga. He got off the stairs finished putting up the photo.

"Say don't be long behind the phone, there are important things to discuss." I answered while putting the phone back on the table.

"Marissa's habit is that the phone is too late." Dirga grumbled.

"Tomorrow I'll call back. I've cape discussed the work of malem-malem." Dirga grabbed his phone. I saw him deactivate his data mode. If it is like that, it means that Mas Dirga does not want to be disturbed and does not want to discuss work issues.

"Sir Marissa is really breaking up the marriage, is it.?" Askaqua. Long time hanging out with complex mothers, I so easily kepo with other people's affairs. Just curious, without intending to interfere.

"His soul begins again yea," said Mas Dirga as he pinched my gnarled nose.

"Rather than discussing the unimportant, meningan only talent fight." He said as he blinked one eye. Dirga lifted me up without warning and took me to my room.

Ah, this one thing is more important than anything. Not just in our household, but certainly for all the married couples out there.