Between Me and My Husband

That neighbor

When I got back from college, I did some vegetable shopping first. I want to cook some of the food that I feel is favorite because every time I cook the menu, he always eats with greed. Meat stew and broccoli sprouts. Tomorrow is Saturday, so I'm shopping a little vegetable so that tomorrow stay cooking. Because saturday is indeed me and Dipta mas have been off.

When I got home I cooked until Maghrib. Mas Dipta came home when it was dark, I had a bath and finished praying maghrib.

"Be prepared! Mama asked us to come to the house" she said as she entered her room. I'm just dumbass. Just now what did he say, why didn't you tell me before if we were told to go to your mom's house. I didn't have to bother cooking. I'm so annoyed with Dipta now. It was as free as my attempt to take his heart with my cooking.

"You didn't hear that? We're going to Mama's house, so get ready!" There was another sound of Dipta mas, he had come out of his room again and had changed clothes. I turned around and grumbled up the stairs.

"Why your face? You still mad at me?" Ask from the end of the stairs, but I didn't rub it.

I just replaced my shorts with trousers and grabbed my little sling bag. I went back down the stairs and approached Dipta who was sitting on the living room sofa while playing his cellphone.

"I've been cooking, now what about my cooking?" Ask sewot. Mas Dipta shifted his gaze from his cellphone screen to my face.

"So that's what's taking you out? Just put it in the refrigerator, tomorrow it can be angetin so no more cooking." The answer. I went to the kitchen, to move my cooking into an airtight container. What about broccoli and rice? Instantly an idea entered my head. All I moved into different containers, the meat stew I was trying to put in the fridge didn't.

"Here you go, come on!" Take me with 3 containers I stacked. Mas Dipta glanced at me for a moment and when he wanted to turn his face back, he did not come back and looked at me.

"Would you bring that cooking? Even the rice sauce you brought?" He asked in astonishment staring at the pile of containers in my hand.

"No, I'll give it to the neighbors. Than mubadzir." I answered while shaking out of the house ahead of the Dipta mas.

When Dipta locked the door, I stepped closer to Mr. Ardi's house. I call Rania's name from outside their fence, and the one who came out saw not Rania but Ardi sir.

"Lho Bu Dipta, what's wrong?" Ask while opening the gate.

"I was invited by my husband to the house of in-laws, even though he had already cooked. Than this Mubadzir for Rania only. I do not guarantee the taste in accordance with the taste of Rania. But easily2 and he likes" I replied by handing the box pile to Mr. Ardi.

"Wow, thank you very much. I was just planning to order food online, but because someone had sent the food so it did not become deh." Seloroh pak Ardi accompanied by his laughter.

"You know, I'll go first sir. Come!" Pamitku rushed to Dipta mas who had started his car.

"Yes ma'am, be careful." said Mr. Ardi who I still had time to hear before I entered the car and sat next to the Dipta mas.

I saw Dipta glancing at Mr. Ardi's house, I followed his gaze. Mr. Ardi was seen entering the house and closing the door.

"Let's go, hunt through dinner!" Invite me to make Dipta mas finally run his car away from our home complex.

"You guys look familiar" said mas Dipta without looking at me.

"Who?" I asked, I turned to look at me for a moment and looked back at the road ahead.

"You and your neighbor" he answered.

"What do you mean by Dipta, Mr Ardi?"

"Do I need to explain to Dipta? While the previous Dipta mas never explained anything to me." My heart made Dipta's eyes turn to look at me.

"Which question?" Asked, I sighed violently remembering the tightness in my chest first.

"That night.would that woman be the girlfriend of Dipta mas?" I asked with my eyes unable to look at Dipta. I want to know the change in the look on the face of the Dipta mas.

Suddenly the speed of the car becomes slow and a little bit pulled over, even though we are still on the big road. It's a little far from Ratna's house. The car stopped on the side of the road. I heard Dipta take a long breath.

"He's just an assistant at work. That night I had a meeting with the developer. And my phone was left at the desk, when I got back there no one was. I don't even know if you called me, and he picked it up. I only found out the next morning after he told me." Obviously, but I still doubt that explanation.

"What's his name?" I'm still pushing him.

"Gosh..You still don't believe it? Her name is Leni, she's my assistant Nia." The answer is a little annoyed. "After all, do we not agree to live this household by not interfering in each other's personal affairs2?" Further. I stared hard at Dipta.

"Mas Dipta who started earlier with alluding about Mr. Ardi. Besides it's not a deal, I never remember agreeing on anything. It's just a one-sided decision from Dipta." Omelcu. Mas Dipta looked at me, he was stuck. Her lips twitched but she didn't know what to say. Finally he just breathed.

"He's a Nia widower, married once. And maybe he knows our relationship isn't good. He's been in your room, remember? He automatically knows we don't sleep in the room. I hope you know the limits. He could have approached you on purpose." Mas Dipta said slowly.

I furrowed my eyebrows, I just found out that Mr. Ardi is a widower. Rania is sometimes alone in the house if there is no grandmother to babysit.

"I used to say that the room was just for me to study. And he didn't come near me. As Dipta saw, I brought food to his house"

"Oh my gosh.you think he'll believe it, you say so. While a lot of your stuff is in there. Never mind, don't get too familiar with him!"

It is true said mas Dipta, it is impossible for Mr. Ardi to believe just like that. But, yes, Mr. Ardi did not ask me anything.

Mas Dipta restarted his car and drove it back at moderate speed.

"The neighbor's name is Mr. Ardi, why do people keep calling him a neighbor." I mendumel tirih, but it was caught by the ears of Dipta mas. He looked back at me and breathed.

"Why would I call it that? What brings you close to him anyway? That kid? You sympathize with him?" Ask me about Dipta.

"At least I had a friend when I got home. And it seems that Mr. Ardi is a good person, he always offers me to order food online. Just so that all the pesenya." My answer.

"So it's true that you're replying to each other? Geez Nia..Well, how far is your relationship?"

"By the way this Dipta mas.we have no relationship apa2. Only occasionally did he send a message."

"Don't text him anymore! And stop talking about that neighbor!" Tell us that I was created, but I only responded by rebuking. Hah.egoist once this is him. He said free myself and did not want to interfere in each other's business2. But what now, what's this called? As if he was playing orders himself.

Our debate stopped when Dipta turned his car into the yard of a big house had mama Ratna.