Neighbor's Blanket
Chapter 9

Finished making a famine, I did not immediately wake Mas Dirga. Looks like he was exhausted until reluctant to get out of bed even though he knew it was 7 o'clock. Though usually Mas Dirga never wake up even though the weekend.

The laundry in the laundry basket has been waving since, yesterday you deliberately did not wash clothes because there are only a few sheets of clothes, so wait a bit much so that all of you are washed today.

The top pile was Mas Dirga's work shirt last night. I took Mas Dirga's pants and as usual I'll always check the contents in every pocket of his pants. Sometimes Mas Dirga left money or receipt of food purchases. I put the pants in the washing machine after making sure there was nothing in the pockets.

I then switched on Mas Dirga's shirt. Shirts that have pockets also did not escape my checking. Do not let any other receipts or paper that will contaminate all clothes in the washing machine.

My forehead is reflexively wrinkled while picking up Mas Dirga's shirt, something is troubling my sense of smell.

"Since when did Mas Dirga have a vanilla scent perfume like this.?" I muttered as I brought the shirt close to my nose to make sure my smell wasn't wrong.

Stunned, all of a sudden all of the feelings were flogging in heart and mind. There is fear and suspicion that comes together when making sure the perfume scent in Mas Dirga shirt does not come from the usual perfume worn by him.

With all the bad feelings about my husband, I went out of the laundry with the shirt to ask Mas Dirga directly. Doesn't everything have to be talked about so that there is no misunderstanding.?

Although you're sure Mas Dirga will never betray, but I have to know how this vanilla scent can stick to Mas Dirga's shirt. That way, I wouldn't be so bad to her.

When he entered the room, Mas Dirga was still asleep. I stood at the side of the bed, just silent as I stared fixedly at his tired-looking face.

It was heartless to wake up Mas Dirga just to ask this. But on the other hand I was also very curious.

"Mas," Call me soft. Her cheeks were a target for me to gently wipe. Slowly Dirga squirmed.

"Why Deck.?" Dirga asked with half-open eyes. I don't know how heavy Mas Dirga's work was last night until he looked so exhausted.

"There's a vanilla perfume on Mas Dirga's shirt." I said while propping the shirt in front of him.

"Huhuh.? What Deck.?" Mas Dirga's eyes are now wide open, he is also reflexively awake and sitting on the side of the bed facing towards me.

"This is whose perfume is it.? I'm not changing perfume, right.?" My tone was a little intimidating, I'm sure Mas Dirga saw the suspicion from my eyes and tone of speech.

"Oh that, then there are friends Mas nawarin perfume girl. He said the perfume was durable, so he sprayed it on Mas's shirt."

"Mas wants to buy it for you, but yesterday it was just vanilla leftovers. Monday brings another scent."

Mas Dirga's long explanation did not make me believe at all. I don't know why I'm sure Mas Dirga lied. The feeling of a wife will never be wrong, especially for years I have lived with Mas Dirga. We even dated for 3 years before getting married, so it's been 6 years I know Mas Dirga.

"Oh, I think that perfume girl who adorable adhesives the same husband people." My heart with jokes. I even chuckled, naturally to cover up my disbelief in Mas Dirga.

"Yes, buy me the perfume. I want vanilla to be rich. Turns out it smells good too, let's not bosen kiss my perfume." I said as I sipped the shirt in front of Mas Dirga.

"Yes, I slept again if I was sleepy. I want to continue to be holy." I hurried out of the room. I saw Mas Dirga staring at me.

"You want to play with me." I smiled wryly, I threw the rough Mas Dirga shirt into the washing machine.

We see, which woman has made Mas Dirga behave strange and often come home at night.

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Last weekend I went for a walk with Mas Dirga and ate outside. During those 2 days I acted like I always did, or maybe more precisely pretended not to smell the awkwardness.

I just want to see how far Mas Dirga is playing behind me. And see if tonight at home Mas Dirga's office really brought the perfume I asked for. Perfume with a vanilla scent that 3 days ago was attached to his shirt.

I got off the porch when Mas Dirga's car was away. Just twice stepping, the sound of Mas Agam made me stop my steps and turn to him.

"Why is it.?" I asked after Mas Agam called my name.

The man was well dressed, it was certain that he would also leave for the office today. Because if not, surely Mas Agam has sat on the porch of the house just wearing shorts and casual t-shirts.

"You're going back to your plate." Mas Agam offered a plate of fried rice a few days ago.

"I'm sorry to just turn the plate around. Fried rice later I change to use ice boba if I've gone home from the office." Speak with a tone of speech and a flat expression. Impressed cold, but actually Mas Agam quite friendly.

"Not for me, thank you." Refuse me smooth.

"Look easy." Her speech.

"You're a lover of boba, right.? Near the office there is a delicious boba, more delicious than the boba that is often brought Dirga. You have to try." Mas Agam's words made me stupefied. How can he know I'm a lover of boba, until poultice if Mas Dirga often bring home ice boba for me.

I became a clumsy smile, willing to refuse again but not tasty, afraid Mas Agam offended.

"Yes you can. But I'll just drop it, don't buy it." My love.

"It's easy. I'm leaving first." The driver rushed to the carport to get into his car.

The sound of the car horn made me aware of the daydream. I just smiled faintly at Mas Agam who lowered the window when he was about to drive his car.

Often in living wife out of town, I think Mas Agam the most patient husband I have ever met. His life also seemed straight, not trying to find happiness outside even though his wife was busy with his world.

If I was in the position of Mas Agam who always lived out of town by Mas Dirga, maybe I could not live a relaxed life as Mas Agam.