Neighbor's Blanket
Chapter 6

"Where is the Deck of Bianca, feel at home not sleeping in a new house.?"

Ms. Sita immediately asked a question as soon as I raised our WA group call of 4 people.

I have been sleeping in this new house for 2 nights, and they just contacted me through a vidio call knowing that I was busy at home.

During the weekend, they are busy spending time with their family.

"So at home, but not too quiet." My complaint.

Although I am not the type of person who likes to hangout with friends, but I like to be social. Maybe because you are used to often gather and chat with neighbors on the porch of the house, so moving and only having a handful of neighbors does not taste good.

If this is the case, confused should do again after completing homework. No one can talk or joke unless Mas Dirga is at home.

Once there is a neighbor next door, the person is rarely at home.

"Unfortunately the neighbor there no one wants to socialize Dek.? What is a career woman all Deck.? No one's our rich housewife." Ask the curious looking Monik.

"You're nicked Nik.!" Babak Nilam's Chirps. Although the tone of his speech was tight, but Monik instead laughed. They used to joke and talk to each other like that.

"Eh terror yes Nilam, if not kepo, it means not mother-mak.!" After being satisfied with laughter, Monik mengimpali alekap Mbak Nilam no less ketus.

"Here, fight there." Said Mbak Sita.

I just chuckled amusedly, but instantly missed interacting with them directly.

"Try to see the house Dek, you see the next night as well." pinta Mbak Sita who seemed not to care about the noise of the two of them.

"Yes Sit, Sit, Sit, you don't lose to him as Monik." Ceroros Mbak Nilam's.

"Come Dek Bia, hunt dong see his house." The words of Mbak Nilam immediately get scorn from Mbak Sita and Monik, because he has sneered at them both but in fact he himself also kepo.

"Yes my beautiful mother, be patient," I said as I moved from the side of the bed. I activated the rear camera and started pointing the phone at all corners of the room, then went out and showed all the rooms on the first floor.

Commentary for comment interlinked. Most of them praised my new house which he said was much wider and better.

And that's such a reality. Compared to the old house, I prefer this new house. It's just that the environment is less supportive because it's too quiet for me.

I left the house after I finished showing all the rooms either downstairs or upstairs.

"But the front deck has no home. There's no house in front of him 4 meters away." Mbak Monik. I am currently directing across the house given a 2-meter high barrier. And behind that wall is a row of houses that turn their backs on the cluster here.

"Yes Ma'am, but it's not as lonely as this one either. Feel like it's in the cemetery because there's no one. Moreover, the dead end and my house at the end." I said at length.

It has been 1 hour more we make video calls, they say goodbye to do homework that has not been completed. And our group calls were cut off.

Sighing roughly, I sucked my back in the patio chair. The house was clean, there was no laundry, dirty dishes were washed before Mas Dirga left. I was confused to do again after this, while Mas Dirga was still long home.

Fate has not been given the gift of children and only become a housewife. Time is longer because you are not doing any other activities.

"Cluster Lotus is indeed the loneliest in this comolek." The voice of the next-door neighbor made a jerk and a reflex turned his head.

"But not rich graves either, there are still residents here." The next alley immediately made me smile clumsily. Mas Agam's house is listening to my conversation. There was no one on the porch of his house. The door of the house and the window were open.

Maybe my voice could be heard inside the house.

"Eh, yes, yes." My answer while scratching the nape even though it does not itch. It feels so bad because Mas Agam heard my words saying this complex is like a cemetery because not people. But my words are true, of the 8 houses lined up, only our house is still visible to its inhabitants. Moreover, the residents of the front 2 houses have not seen the trunk of his nose since I moved.

"Before living in a rame housing complex, so a bit surprised to move here. It's really quiet." I spoke at length so as not to look awkward.

"Isn't it more comfortable like a gini atmosphere.? No noise, good for concentration." Mas Agam is back. He was sitting on the porch facing me.

"Don't make Mas Agam who works, not good for me who is home alone." My answer. Before Mas Agam responded to me again, I said goodbye and rushed into the house. It feels awkward to talk alone with the opposite sex. And as a wife, I also have to keep my distance from the opposite sex. No one is afraid to see and cause slander. But fortunately the environment is quiet, so there will be no slander let alone spreading gossip.

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At 9pm, I welcomed Mas Dirga's return. Immediately I hugged the tall strapping body, to make tired in the face of Mas Dirga immediately disappeared.

"I smell dry Dek, don't peck at it, the sweat moves to your lingerie." Reprovedly. But he hugged me back and landed a kiss on the top of his head.

"Why Mas, anyways it's common to sweat." I answered a little naughty. There was a big laugh coming from my husband's lips.

"Now also enter the house, already on the fishing line." Reply Mas Dirga while releasing his embrace.

"Bath first yes, hug it further later." Dirga gave me a glimpse of my lips, without any lust, just a kiss of love and affection from the look in his eyes.

"The book I prepared in the dressing room." I said before Mas Dirga went to the room.

"Yes Deck."

"Even to forget that I bought the same drink for you. Still in the Dek car, grab yourself don't papa right.?". Dirga came back and handed me the car keys.

"Yes not papa Mas, besides the car is also in front of the house." I grabbed the car keys in the hands of Mas Dirga and rushed out of the house to pick up the food and drinks that Dirga brought for me.

Who is not in love and happy to have a husband like Mas Dirga, he always remembers me. Almost every day always bring something for me when I come home from work.