Neighbor's Blanket
Chapter 42

"End Bia, until when do you pretend to be strong.!" Mas Agam's stern voice was clearly heard insinuating me.

I lowered my head, looking at the foot that was treading on the floor with a glaring look.

We were sitting on the side of the bed, in the guest room. Mas Agam asked that we get out of my room and Mas Dirga.

"I want to repay Mas Dirga." My voice almost disappeared because it was stuck in my throat.

"By doing the same thing and taking time to feel pain longer.?"

"I'll admit that you really love Dirga and can't get away from her." Mas Agam's tone slightly raised.

I'm getting quiet. It feels very anxious to deny the words of Mas Agam, but somehow these lips feel funny to just say no.

I even asked myself. Is it true that I love Mas Dirga so much and can't get away from him.? After what I have seen and known, in fact this heart is unable to deny.

"It's night, you better get some sleep. I'll wait here until you really sleep." Mas Agam stood up, he tidied up his pillow and asked me to lie down on the bed. There was no rejection, I immediately followed Mas Agam's orders. The man then wrapped my body in a blanket, while he again sat on the side of the bed facing me.

"Don't go home, just here. Bia's scared." I clasped Mas Agam's hand, asking the man who is now my boss to stay in this room.

Mas Agam carved a smile.

"You want both.? Don't be greedy, "His lips pinched my nose and smile widened. But somehow I could feel there was a heartache behind her charming smile.

"He didn't mean it that way, sorry," I let go of Mas Agam's hand.

Looks like my position went awry.

"It's okay Bia, I'm just kidding." Mas Agam rubbed the tip of my head before finally getting on the bed and into the same blanket as me.

His burly hands clenched me, giving comfort and tranquility different from the decking of Mas Dirga.

The point is the same, both provide calmness and comfort, but with a different taste. I don't have to explain it somehow. It's hard to paint with words.

"I'm sorry, Dirga,,"

My mind closed its eyes. I am aware of my actions at this time. A woman who was still a wife, put another man into her house, even slept on the same bed. Had Mas Dirga caught us and referred to me as a cheap woman or even jal lang, I would not have been angry. Because with what I'm doing right now, I deserve a bad stamp.

...*****...

I rushed to tidy up the files on my desk.in 10 minutes it's time to go home. And Mas Dirga called me when he was waiting in the lobby.

It has been 3 days I did not see it, somehow there is a longing that is so passionate despite being wrapped in disappointment.

"It seems like you are happy," Mas Agam suddenly walked in and stood in front of my desk with both hands resting on the edge of the table. And it made her look down until her face was very close to me.

I can only carve a clumsy smile. Confused how to respond.

"Let's go home, I want to take you somewhere." Mas Agam spoke softly, along with his deep and shady gaze, he raised one hand to rub the tip of my head.

Instantly near the heart racing fast. I was stunned to see Mas Agam's face.

But then I remembered Mas Dirga who was waiting for me downstairs.

What about Mas Agam.? How do I refuse his invitation.? I was afraid to disappoint him.

"Excuse me, Bia will, "I can't continue my words for fear of disappointing Mas Agam.

"Why.?" Mas Agam's voice sounded softer, making me look at him more deeply. So too with Mas Agam. Slowly our distance was getting closer. My breath felt choked, with my heart rumbling.

I can guess that Mas Agam will kiss me. And I did not try to avoid, even close my eyes as our distance grew thinner.

But the next few seconds, my phone rang. I opened my eyes immediately, as did Mas Agam who was reflexively distancing his face.

Now our eyes are on my phone on the table. There's an incoming call from Mas Dirga.

"Has he come home.?" Ask Mas Agam in a cold voice. For some reason the look on his face also changed 180 degrees.

I can only nod without saying anything.

"He picked you up.?" Ask again. There was nothing I could do but return with a nod.

Mas Agam looked to sigh. She pulled her hair back with both hands. Things I often see in the office whenever Mas Agam frustrated to face problems in the office.

"Mas, sorry," I said without daring to look him in the eye.

"It's okay. Go home," replied Mas Agam not excited. He just left after rubbing my head. I did not even have time to hold back his steps because Mas Agam walked with wide steps.

Is Mas Agam angry with me.? Or is he jealous.?

I don't calm down thinking about it.

...*****...

"Mas misses you." Mas Dirga immediately pulled me in the arms, not even hesitating to hug me in a public place with some office employees who passed by in the lobby.

I returned his embrace, though it no longer felt the same as it used to.

"Let's go home, Mas also miss your cooking Dek." Dirga grabbed me by the shoulder, took me near the car and opened the door for me.

I didn't respond much, just smiled and said I would force food for her.

At home, Mas Dirga always clings to me. He follows me wherever I step foot.

"Why are you.?"

"I'm still at home, no need to be in the aftermath." I complained a little about his behavior. Though I was happy when Mas Dirga said he had arrived in Bandung and would pick me up.

"3 days without seeing you, I miss you. You don't miss the same, do you.?" Dirga hugged me from behind. Naughtily blew my neck and both of his hands moved mischievously upwards.

That instant my body stiffened as well. Dirga knew very well that I would never put up with a touch there.

"To the bathroom Deck, all baths," He whispered.

I just think so. Because honestly I can't be left alone without being touched for a long time.

Forgetting a moment of pain and disappointment lodged in the chest, my romance with Mas Dirga was quite hot after almost 5 days we did not do it.

******* filled the bathroom, until the moment I fell silent because I suddenly remembered Mas Agam.