Neighbor's Blanket
Chapter 36

Dirga POVs

"Excuse me Dek," Oozed me with a choked voice. I looked at the beautiful face of Bianca who was sleeping on the living room sofa. She must have waited for me to come home to sleep on the couch.

I hurried to hold her and moved Bianca to the room.

I gently swiped the tip of his head before landing a kiss on his forehead.

Bianca, the second woman in my life. But she was so special and precious that I made her the last port.

No matter in the eyes of the people Bianca is not a perfect woman because it has not given birth to a child. But to me no other woman is more perfect than Bianca.

Sitting by the side of the bed, I stroked Bianca's soft white cheeks. There was always a deep sense of guilt in my chest whenever I looked at Bianca's innocent face while she was asleep.

I made a big mistake with him a few weeks ago by sleeping with Ziva. I'm really very sorry about that. Unbeknownst to Bianca, I had already marred our marriage with a shady deed.

I'm really self-absorbed, although I must admit the second time was done consciously.

Somehow I made amends to Bianca. The wife who had been so loyal and never let any man approach her to maintain my pride as a husband. I was doing crazy things behind her.

Bianca squirmed, slowly her beautiful eyes began to open.

"Mas.? I'm home." Speak with a soft and hoarse voice typical wake up.

I nodded as I continued to rub her cheeks.

"Sorry, you're awake."

"Sleep again Deck, I'll take a shower first." I pulled the blanket over her body.

"Why does vanilla perfume smell.?" Bianca stared at the peek and her nose seemed to be trying to sniff out the scent of the perfume she mentioned earlier.

I hurriedly got out of the bed and shifted away. I just remembered that Ziva hugged me before I left his house. That perfume must have stuck to my work shirt.

"The hell Dek.? You're wrong time." Trying to relax, but still I was nervous because I realized I had made a mistake.

"Bath first yes, the body is sticky." I rubbed the shoots of Bianca's head and passed them to the bathroom.

Hopefully Bianca is not suspicious and not thinking. I'm really afraid that one day Bianca will find out about my closeness with Ziva.

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Bianca POVs

I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Suddenly surprised by the presence of Mas Dirga who hugged me from behind. The smell of her masculine perfume is so exuding and piercing the sense of smell. I used to love the soothing aroma of perfume, but lately not anymore.

"You're not ready for Deck yet.? Not going to the office.?" Mas Dirga asked in a spoiled tone. Things he rarely does.

"I'm kind of late." I answered while pouring food into the plate.

"That's why I can't get you, Dek."

"No Papa Mas, I can take a taxi." I answered and asked Mas Dirga to let go of his crib, then bring the food to the dining table.

I enjoyed breakfast at the dinner table without saying much. Although Mas Dirga asked many questions about my work in the office, but I only answered as necessary without telling a long story.

My mood is bad because of the vanilla perfume attached to Mas Dirga's shirt.

Actually I really want to be indifferent and bodo time. I don't care what Dirga does with that woman. But I don't know why I'm really upset with him. More precisely upset because Mas Dirga is too good to find an excuse to lie to me.

"Mas left first Yes Dek," Mas Dirga said goodbye as usual and kissed my forehead. This time my lips were targeted, he kissed and slightly affixed lu-matan.

Can that kiss be described as treason.? What does it mean that I also cheated on Mas Dirga.?

"Be careful, Mommy," I wave my hand before Mas Dirga drives his car.

Staying in place, my feelings are not enough to think about it.

Am I wrong to do the same as Mas Dirga did to me.?

"That love is you the same Dirga.? The car doesn't look like it's still on the look." Mas Agam's rebuke made me look. His flat facial expression contrasted with his annoyed tone typical of jealous people. But how could Mas Agam be jealous of my husband.

I didn't respond, just threw a faint smile at him.

"Have you had breakfast.?"

"Where's the wound.? Still hurts, right.?" I walked closer and stopped at the boundary of our terrace.

"If you want attention don't take responsibility Bia. Don't let me have breakfast or not, but just bring the food."

"If you want to know my condition, just look at the wound yourself."Mas Agam's answer made me lips. That guy's really a hobby keeps me from picking.

"So soon, Bia grab the food first." I went into the house to take breakfast that I deliberately made a lot so that it could be given to Mas Agam.

As long as the wound has not improved, I feel I have a responsibility to take care of it.

Sitting alone on the porch of Mas Agam's house, I refused when Mas Agam asked me to enter the house.

"Today you don't have to leave, just accompany me at home." Say Mas Agam before taking the first bribe from me.

"Oh my goodness, it's nice to ask employees not to leave."

"I've only been working a day Mas, the time is today not leaving.? It could be gossip material in the office and raise suspicions because the secretary and the leader compact not enter today." My complaint.

"I don't care." Reply indifferently.

Of course Mas Agam can answer like that because he is the son of the owner of the company.

"But you can't be so happy. Think of me too. Don't make your employees think of me."

"I'm going to the office.!" My firm. Mas Agam seemed to be sighing heavily, but he also did not forbid me.

I rushed home to finish feeding Mas Agam. After 30 minutes of bathing and preparing, I hurried out to leave for the office.

The online object I ordered was also waiting in front of the house.

But I was surprised by Mas Agam's car parked in front of the house with the engine running. The owner is also inside and wears a neat suit.

"Let's ride.!" Shouted Mas Agam.

"Today I didn't go to the office.? Why,,,,, why,,,

"I don't want to be home alone." Answer's relaxed.

"The taxi's gone just now, I'll pay for the argument." I reflexively circled my gaze to look for that ojek brother who was no longer there.

All the way to the office, I didn't talk much. Too busy with my own thoughts about our closeness.

Mas Agam began to blatantly look for all ways to be alone with me.