Neighbor's Blanket
Chapter 5

"Rame the Deck outside, what's up.?" Mas Dirga made me gasp in shock for suddenly coming out of the room as I passed in front of the room door.

"iisshh, I'm surprised, '" I complained spoiled. Just who else could I talk spoiled like that if not the same husband himself.

"That's a greengrocer, again talking to the next-door neighbor." My answer.

"You're the one who's dumb, baby, not me who's nervous." Said Mas Dirga who immediately pulled my waist. Mas Dirga removed the distance between us, facing each other with the front body attached.

A warm kiss was given by Mas Dirga. Immediately I greeted with pleasure and no less warm. Long enough to exchange saliva, Mas Dirga just released a kiss when the breath was cut off.

"You're out shopping.?" Mas Dirga asked with eyes fixed on the plastic in my hand.

"Yes, I want to make some seafood fried rice for breakfast." My seafood fried rice became Mas Dirga's favorite. He said it was better than fried rice seafood five feet or a restaurant. Even so I did not big-headed with Mas Dirga's praise. He's my husband, so it's natural to praise his wife's cooking. Besides how dare the husband denounce the cuisine of the wife, it may not get rations for days or maybe weeks.

"Wash first, I'll make some warm tea." A little I pushed slowly Mas Dirga's shoulder to go back into the room to take a shower.

"Have you taken a shower.? Why not wake up. I haven't bathed in a long time with Dek." His protest. Mas Dirga's facial expression looked clear.

"The sleep is so good, I can't wake him up."

"Yes, I'll take a shower later that afternoon." Cajole. The man in front of me smiled happily. From what once looked lethargic, now directly the spirit of 45.

Mas Dirga then allowed to go to the bathroom to take a shower, while I went to the kitchen to make fried rice.

Being a housewife for 3 years is quite fun for me, even though the daily routine is just that. Cooking, cleaning the house, taking care of the needs and serving the husband. But there is a happiness that cannot be expressed in words. Especially when there are others who praise that our husband is well taken care of.

There is no grievance that comes out of my lips during the care and service of Mas Dirga. Because I'm happy enough to be his wife. Dirga knows how to please and please my heart.

25 Minutes in the kitchen, my seafood fried rice has moved to the plate. I put 2 dishes filled with fried rice on the dining table. Then I made some warm tea for me and Mas Dirga.

"Mas Dirga shower what's sleeping again anyway, why don't you come out." I muttered while putting 2 cups of tea on the table.

Curious because Mas Dirga did not come out, I chose to follow him to the room.

When I opened the door, I found Mas Dirga standing in front of the window with a cell phone stuck to his ear. Apparently he had finished his bath, but did not go out of the room because he was receiving a phone call.

"It's easy, it'll be discussed again."

"It's too early to talk about work." Mas Dirga's flat voice was full of emphasis. I think he's upset with someone across the street.

Looks like it's Marissa Ma'am. Because last night Mas Dirga did not call him back, so this morning it was on the phone again.

"Marissa's sister is Mas.?" I asked after Mas Dirga turned off his phone connection. He turned around, looking a little surprised at my whereabouts.

"Yes Deck. Marissa if her wish has not been fulfilled yes so, in cecar continues. Though Mas already WA later somewhat regretted his work, but insistent want to discuss now." Mas Dirga complained that showed his frustration to Mbak Marissa.

"It's only natural that his fiancee cut him out." Its effects.

"But Mas aja who is just a coworker dizzy ngadepin him, what else is his fiancee." Said again.

"Yes yes, don't be too thoughtful. Come on breakfast," I approached Mas Dirga and immediately grabbed his arm spoiled.

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Tomorrow, the next day,,,

I have prepared the needs of Mas Dirga to go to the office. Prepare work clothes and supplies for him.

One of the things that made me feel so appreciated was that Mas Dirga always asked me to bring supplies. He said he preferred to eat my food. Even though with Mas Dirga's salary is quite large, he could eat at the restaurant every hour of rest. But he prefers my cooking.

"Today I came home late, Dek," said Mas Dirga, who had just come out of the bathroom.

"Yes Mas. Don't forget to let me know if I want to go home." My request that I be prepared to welcome his return.

Don't let me be sweating or squeaking when Mas Dirga comes home from the office.

Dirga nodded while assuring.

"I've already put it in the car."

"Let me help you." I approached to button up Mas Dirga's shirt.

"Love," A kiss of love landed on my forehead after he finished buttoning his shirt.

I nodded with a big smile.

Mas Dirga was neat, he said to leave and as usual I will take him to the front and bring his provisions.

"Be careful, tell me when you arrive." I grabbed Mas Dirga's hand and kissed the back of his hand. Mas Dirga replied by kissing my forehead.

"Ekhemm," Deheman's voice struck me. Me and Mas Dirga compactly turned to the source of the voice. Apparently there is Mas Agam on the porch of his house. He sat in a chair with a laptop on the table.

It feels very embarrassed to see other people while being kissed by Mas Dirga. I smiled awkwardly and whispered to Mas Dirga.

"I went inside first, Mas, ashamed," whispered. Dirga nodded in understanding and wanted me to enter first before he left.

"Not to Mas' office.?" Ask Mas Dirga.

I glanced over but then rushed in and closed the door. But still behind the door.

"WFH, to the office only 2 to 3 times a week."

Their conversation I only heard until there, because there was a call coming in on my phone so I hurried to the room to pick up the phone.