Neighbor's Blanket
Chapter 7

2 Months have passed since me and Mas Dirga occupied this house. My days are boring because I have no activities outside the home. No friends chatting and sharing. The next-door neighbor is really busy as a career woman. Even during these 2 months, it can be counted only 4 times me and Sister Karina said hello. He was rarely at home, always going out of town for work. Unlike her husband who is actually more at home even though I can also see that Mas Agam is busy working from home.

Almost every day I see the scenery of the busy Mas Agam who always sits on the porch of the house with a laptop on. Not only that, I also often see the man who is 3 years old above Mas Dirga often receive a phone call by discussing work issues.

Not to eavesdrop, it's just that Mas Agam's voice was heard into my living room.

This morning routine is no different from the usual routine. After cooking for breakfast and supplying Mas Dirga, I cleaned the house and washed the clothes.

Meanwhile Mas Dirga was preparing to leave for the office. Not long after, Mas Dirga came out of the room. His handsome body wrapped in a shirt fits his body, accentuating the muscles in the arms and chest.

Sometimes tucked anxiety inside because of having a handsome and dashing husband like Mas Dirga. Scared out there are a lot of naughty women who try to flirt. But considering Mas Dirga who had never messed around before, I so brushed off the anxiety and tried to think positive.

"Today I'm home tonight huh Dek." Mas Dirga said without looking at me. He grabbed a cup of tea on the table and sipped it.

"Again.?"

Mumamku disappointed. I can only speak without speaking directly to Mas Dirga. Because I know it's part of the job demands. But do I have to go home almost every night.?

It's been the last 3 weeks Mas Dirga always come home at night, I'm getting lonely at home.

"Why, how sad is that face.?" Mas Dirga approached, cupped both my cheeks and landed a kiss on the lips.

"I'm sorry, lately I've been coming home all night. I want a new project, so I'm after the deadline."

"It should be completed before 2 months." Mas Dirga explanation only enter the right ear and out the left ear. Whatever the reason, I am still sad and do not want to understand. I just want to spend a lot of time with Mas Dirga.

"No papa, no." Reply indifferently. I don't know why I suddenly don't feel in the mood to talk to him. I am always excited to talk to Mas Dirga.

"I put it in the car."

Dirga nodded, as usual always thanking me for preparing all his needs.

I drove Mas Dirga up to the porch. There is always the ritual of kissing hands and kissing forehead.

"Be careful, Mas" I said, waving to Mas Dirga who began to drive his car.

Standing in place, I looked at Mas Dirga's car that was getting away and not visible from the eye anymore.

What feeling is this.? I felt something was stirring my heart and mind after taking Mas Dirga away to the office.

"Don't daydream, it's still morning." That masculine voice made my daydream go away. I smiled after looking at him. Again Mas Agam came out with a laptop and sat on the terrace.

"Bak Karina hasn't come home yet.?" 3 Days ago I met Ms Karina when she was going to the airport. He said he wanted to go to Bali.

"If not 1 week will not go home." Answer Mas Agam. Her face looks lazy, or maybe upset. I don't know.

"He's got a jam stock, right.? In the kitchen there's only bread, out of jam."

"You'll take responsibility, meeting soon." Speak at length. Mas Agam seemed relaxed when he asked me for jam. Doesn't look awkward or embarrassed. Maybe because it has been tight, and the stomach must be filled immediately before the meeting.

"Sorry Mas, Bia never nyetok jam, because Bia same Mas Dirga do not like to eat bread." My answer is not good. But there really isn't. Dirga prefers heavy meals.

"Luck it, no need to apologize." He said then smiled thinly. Mas Agam got up from his seat, it seemed like he was going to the kitchen to pick up some bread. I only brought my laptop and coffee.

"Before Mas, Bia still has seafood fried rice. Coincidentally it makes a lot." My words stopped Mas Agam's steps.

"No seafood allergy, right.?" My toot.

Mas Agam just kept quiet, but replied with a headband. The man stared fixedly and made me feel awkward.

"Bia take it first and the fried rice." I hurriedly entered the house, not wanting to linger looking at each other with Mas Agam.

Arriving in the kitchen, I poured all the fried rice in the frying pan into the dish.

I feel sorry for Mas Agam. The situation was completely inversely proportional to Mas Dirga.

In contrast to Mas Dirga who almost all of his needs and needs are prepared by me, Mas Agam actually takes care of himself. For breakfast and making coffee alone must be done alone because Madam Karina is rarely at home.

I approached Mas Agam who was focused in front of the laptop. It's actually a little awkward, but trying to relax.

"Sorry Mas, here's the fried rice. May it fit on the tongue of Mas Agam." I said as I put the plate on the table.

"Thank you Bia. So delicious," said Mas Agam with a joke. He immediately grabbed the fried rice plate and took the spoon on the table. Apparently Mas Agam has prepared a spoon.

"Together with me." I replied while staring at Mas Agam who directly scooped my fried rice and devoured it.

"Enak. You made your own.?" Mas Agam commented after putting the first mouthful into the mouth. He spoke to me, but his hands and eyes focused on the fried rice and now he had put a second mouthful into his mouth. I couldn't tell the difference between being hungry or good.

"Yes, make it yourself. Dirga likes seafood fried rice, so almost once a week I cook fried rice." My answer is long. Just to tell it, but it seems like Mas Agam is not interested in my words.

"Tomorrow if you make fried rice again, it may be sent here." He said while chuckling.

"Yes, ready." I'll say that even if I know that Mas Agam is just joking.

"Don't take Bia seriously, I'm just kidding." Her speech.

I just smiled faintly, after which I went home.