Between Me and My Husband

My little neighbor

The day passed, that morning I woke up in the room of Dipta mas, covered with fur carpet, and wearing a blanket. Maybe last night it was Dipta who covered me. Last night I checked the state of Dipta mas several times and at what time I fell asleep there.

I saw that Dipta was still asleep, slowly I placed my right palm on his forehead. I measured my own body temperature by sticking my left hand on my forehead. The heat has gone down, even the same as my body temperature. I finally came out slowly2, hoping not to wake her up.

That day I planned to go to college to report to attend college again after almost 2 months of college. I think Mas Dipta has also started to enter work today. After the shower and morning prayers, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

The next days went on as usual. We met at home only at night, and even if we still had time to eat dinner together at work. When Mas Dipta came home at night, I rarely met him, and made sure he had dinner outside.

One afternoon, as I was just getting off the online motorcycle that picked me up from college, I saw a little boy playing in front of the house. When I came, the boy just saw me. Without knowing that little child that will later change my interaction with the Dipta mas changed.

"Hi.." I said as I continued walking towards the house. I think he's one of my neighbors' children.

"Aunty's name is almost the same as mine." Said. I stopped, turned to face him.

"Oh yeah? What's yourname?" Askaqua.

"I'm Rania. Isn't it just 1 letter different from aunty?" Said again.

"Well, you knew auntie's name before. But aunt doesn't know who you are. Where is your house? Do you see auntie often?"

"Of course I often see aunty, my house is just there." Rania pointed at the house that was right next to me. Mr. Ardi's house, the neighbor who first invited acquaintances when Mas Dipta and I just moved.

"You're Ardi's son?"

The boy nodded.

"You want to play at aunt's house? If you want, go home and say goodbye to your mother there." I was thinking about getting her in, I think it's better to bring her in than no friends at home.

"I'm home alone. Papa hasn't come home from work. Usually the same grandma, but grandma just came home." The answer that made me feel sad. The child who may be only 8 or 9 years old has been left alone at home?

"What aunty, Rania is used to. Usually Rania plays first to a friend's house, later she goes home with papa. Just today Rania's friend just got sick, so she didn't go to school." Rania said, maybe she noticed a change in the look on my face or maybe it was often natural when person2 found out about her. Yes aampuun.he is a child but already like an adult. I smiled, trying to be cheerful.

"So then let's go into the aunt's house. I don't think your papa would mind. After this, let's cook2 in the kitchen. You know, auntie's her hobby is cooking and eating."

"Well aunt.I also like to eat hehe"

That afternoon was not quiet anymore, I cooked in the kitchen with the help of Rania, although she was more into a lot of nanya and a little ngrecokin, typical of the behavior of small children. Fun, we did it. Finished cooking we also eat with greed and occasionally heard his chuckle. So I got another bitch.

When it gets dark, I haven't seen the sign2 of Mr. Ardi's arrival. When the adzan maghrib was heard, I decided to take Rania up to my room. There's no way I left him downstairs alone. During my shower, I loaned him my phone so he wouldn't get bored playing the child2 game I had previously installed.

Coming out of the bathroom, Rania seemed to be asleep on my bed with her phone still in her grasp. After the maghrib prayer, I went down for a while to see if Mr. Ardi had gone home or not. Let him not be confused looking for the whereabouts of Rania. And sure enough, I saw Mr. Ardi's car entering his garage. I came out to him before he came into his house.

"Sir Ardi!" Calling me, he turned towards me.

"Rania is at my house sir, but now her son is asleep." My word.

"Emh..Rania slept in my room sir. My husband is not home yet." My answer and it seems that Mr. Ardi understands. Not really worried about Dipta's prejudices that maybe he wouldn't want to know who I'm with at home. But I only keep the words of the neighbors who sometimes flirt especially in housing whose houses are stuck together like this.

"Kira2 Pak Dipta come home at what time ma'am?"

"Emh.later try to contact my husband first sir. I'll tell Mr. Ardi"

"Well, be sure to get rid of it later. Gini only, rather than Dipta Wara wiri, I asked for his mobile number bu Dipta only. I promise I won't macem2" Mr. Ardi suggested. After I think2 is better so, than later I go up and down, mengcapek right.

"Well, neither does papa sir." I finally agreed to Mr. Ardi's proposal. Without thinking negatively and let me be more practical I give my mobile number to Mr. Ardi.

"So I came back, sir. Come!" My pamphlet

"Yes ma'am, this is my mother's number I misscall. Please at the simple ma'am. And please immediately inform me if Mr. Dipta is already at home."

I nodded then returned home. Arriving at the room, I immediately sent a message to Dipta mas, kira2 he will be home at what time. But while waiting, there was no reply from him. While waiting, I opened some chat from temen2. There are also people from the campus from work at the restaurant that I have left.

Arrived2 incoming messages from Mr. Ardi.

Sorry Miss Dipta, have you heard from Mr Dipta?

I immediately reply to him.

Not yet, sir, wait a minute. I just call her Dipta.

I immediately dialed the Dipta mas number, only the connecting tone was heard. Unanswered, I repeat. And in the third call was just raised, but not the sound of the Dipta mas I heard.

"Hallo, how can I help you?" A woman's voice. I furrowed my eyebrows, I looked at my phone screen for a moment to make sure the number I was picking actually had a Dipta mas. And it's true, it's Dipta's mas number.

"Yes hello.saya Kania his wife mas Dipta. Does the Creator exist?" I asked, I covered all the prejudices that arrived2 came to my chest. Who is this woman who bravely picked up the phone on someone else's phone.

"Ooh, Miss Kania. But sorry ma'am, Mr. Dipta is not being disturbed. Could there be a message for him?" The woman over there asked again. Prejudice is back present, what would be done mas Dipta malam2 like this and can not be disturbed. I took a short breath to reduce the tightness in the chest.

"Oh yeah, I just wanted to ask. Kira2 mas Dipta come home at what time, because this is Mr. Ardi's son sleeping at home." I hope it will be conveyed to Dipta.

"Okay, I'll tell you. But as far as I know, Mr. Dipta will be finished in 1 hour. Can I help you again, ma'am?"

"No, that's all."

"Good, good night ma'am." And the phone disconnected. I'm still pensive, who was that? Didn't he introduce himself, or did I miss him? Why did he disrespectfully pick up the phone on Dipta's phone? Oh, or is she the woman, the woman who filled the heart of Dipta.

It's so stifling, my hands are shaking that even my eyes are instantly hot. I took a deep breath2, I rubbed my face rough. No, don't think negatively Kania. I tried to calm myself.