Neighbor's Blanket
Chapter 85

Bianca Pov's

Mas Agam is still tight-lipped. He confused me to say what I wanted to tell him. Afraid that my words would only hurt her feelings. Because so far I still feel that Mas Agam has hatred for me. Evidently when several times we accidentally saw each other on the porch of their respective homes. Mas Agam looked at me sharply full of anger.

"Sometimes what we think is good for us is not necessarily good for God." Overshipped.

"God will never wrongly determine one's soul mate and destiny."

"Whoever Mas Agam's soul mate will be, I hope he's much better than me."

"Once again I apologize," I bowed my head, sincerely apologizing to Mas Agam for all the pain he received beyond my will.

From the beginning I never intended to play Mas Agam. I'm sure I'll marry her if I'm divorced from Mas Dari. But then God gave me two angels that I had been waiting for and always called in my do'a. Until I thought my relationship with Mas Agam could not be continued any further.

Not to mention the nature of Mr. Airlangga who clearly did not like my relationship with Mas Agam. He would even throw away his son if he chose me.

I too impose my destiny and will if I continue my relationship with Mas Agam. There will be many feelings of others who must be sacrificed for the happiness of both of us who will not even be eternal.

"I understand, you can go." Cold cast.

"Don't worry, I've also forgotten how I feel about you." Mas Agam spoke firmly and with emphasis.

I was about to respond to his words, but only had time to raise my face to look at him, Mas Agam had already entered the house and closed the door.

I heaved a heavy sigh seeing Mas Agam's response. I hope we can understand and accept the reality with the airy even though it is not easy. But all that is also for our good to continue each life without anything that hinders or hinders our happiness later with each pair that has been set by God.

...****...

"It's done.?" Ask Mas Dirga when I just walked into the house.

I nodded my head.

"Gam not talking rudely to you, right.?" Dirga stared anxiously.

"No, he doesn't talk much either. It seems like he still can't forgive me." I smiled thinly. Dirga rubbed my shoulders gently.

"Don't think about it, the important thing is that you've apologized."

"We'll just pray that he'll find the right woman quickly." Mas Dirga said with sincerity seen from the look in his eyes.

I nodded my head as I guaranteed the do'a Mas Dirga.

...*****...

3 Months passed. Mas Dirga and I really opened a new page with a different atmosphere in the house that we also just occupied for 3 months. We have forgiven each other's mistakes and never brought them up.

During that time we were no longer in contact with Ziva or Mas Agam. Our lives for the past 3 months have really focused on our happiness and the health of the twins in my womb.

Every month we always go to the hospital to check the health and condition of the twins. We also spent the weekend going on vacation as usual. Of course that makes our quality time even more memorable.

This morning I was busy to welcome the arrival of a neighbor from Jakarta who I had considered like my own family. Mbak Nilam, Mbak Sita and Mbak Monik will come with their respective small families.

For the first time they will come to see me in Bandung after almost 7 months I live in this city.

With reason I will hold a new home thanksgiving, they are ready to come to Bandung. It just so happens that their children are on school holidays, so they can take it with them.

So far I have not intentionally told them about my pregnancy. I'm sure they'll be surprised after seeing my stomach look this bloated.

At the age of 4 months of pregnancy, my stomach is already quite large. Maybe because there are two babies in my stomach at once.

"Already Deck, you sit down. There's Ms. Reni," Mas Dirga took the knife from my hand. He grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me out of the kitchen.

"Don't be too cape, fuck the kids." His words are attentive. Though I only helped cut vegetables and clean up 1 guest room a few hours ago. While the other 2 rooms have been cleaned by Ms. Reni, 50-year-old woman who has been 2 months working to help me take care of the house.

"Where is my body not getting swollen if it is not allowed to do homework." My complaint. I thumped lips at Mas Dirga. My weight really crept up drastically. Just entered the 2nd trimester, but it has gone up 16kg.

I don't know what my body will be if it has entered the 3rd trimester.

Mas Dirga chuckled, then pulled my still pursed lips together.

"No problem, the more swollen the sexier." His whisper while changing position by hugging me from behind. Dirga kept herding me until she invited me into the room.

"Iihh, why go to the room.?" My protest. But Mas Dirga put his index finger on my lips and closed the door with one foot.

"The same fasting, once open not enough to eat a plate." He said with a perverted grin.

Ever since I found out I was pregnant, Mas Dirga did try to refrain from touching me. He was too worried about the twins, afraid that something might happen to them. Remembering the first time I got pregnant after waiting more than 3 years. So Mas Dirga really took care of my womb even though the doctor allowed us to have sex slowly.

And only 3 days ago did Mas Dirga dare to touch me, that's why he kept clinging to me to ask her again and again.