My Husband Sold My Uncle
CHAPTER 11. I'm sorry, Alma

"I'm sorry, Alma, I'm really sorry."

Dirga still rubbed the two palms of Alma that still felt cold, Alma raised her head she looked forward and saw clearly the chest of Dirga's field without a shirt.

"Astag."

Alma distanced herself from Dirga and closed her eyes because she saw the aura of the opposite sex who was not yet a mahram for her.

"Why?" dirga asked who made Alma look down, not daring to look.

"Close first Om."

Oh yes, Dirga forgot that the woman he bought was a woman who held the religious principles of the teachings of her parents first.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Dirga went to the back seat to take a jacket and wear it without his shirt because his shirt was worn to cover Alma.

"Now you can open your eyes," Dirga looked ahead without looking at Alma in the slightest.

Alma opened her eyes then looked at Dirga who was already wearing a jacket. "Om, nasty."

"I'm sorry, I'm evil, okay?" dirga replied.

Alma looked down upset, she fell silent and Dirga started running her car, thinking she was outrageous, leaving Alma who was not holding a penny in the rain.

"Me, take you to the apartment and eat dinner for you before I go home."

"Om, can you cook?" ask Alma enthusiastically.

"Hm."

"But, if we're alone in the apartment, what do people say."

Dirga braked suddenly she placed her index finger on Alma's lips which hinted Alma to be quiet.

"Let me work, I know two people not mahram not good alone, after all we will not do anything there."

Alma fell silent and nodded slowly, she did not dare to argue anymore, Dirga returned his car to Dirga's apartment, it did not take long to get there.

Arriving in front of the Apartment, Dirga immediately parked his car and got out of the car with Alma, before that he also brought Alma's grocery bag before they went straight into the apartment unit in Alma.

Dirga put Alma's bag of groceries, then pulled the sleeve of his jacket and folded it up to the elbow, and walked into the kitchen.

Dirga put both of her hands on the kitchen counter thinking about what she was going to cook, she walked to the refrigerator, and looked for ingredients but found nothing completely empty.

He then opened the ingredient cabinet next to the refrigerator and found instant spaghetti and chose to cook only spaghetti.

"Aah!" Dirga fizzed as the hot water hit his hand.

Alma who heard Dirga's voice walked towards the kitchen and saw Dirga was shaking her hand which was hit by hot water.

"Omm? What papa?"

Dirga looked at Alma and picked up the spaghetti she had cooked. "There's nothing, sorry I can only cook this."

Alma stared at the plate containing the spaghetti and was silent for a moment before developing a smile. "Om Dad, I like it."

Alma receiving the plate made Dirga smile, Alma who captured the moment was happy but Dirga hurriedly lowered her smile.

"When Om is handsome, if you smile."

Dirga did not care that she chose to walk into the living room which made Alma overtake her. "Basic, refrigerator."

Alma sat on the sofa and ate the spaghetti while Dirga looked at her in silence, waiting for Alma to finish eating.

"Sweet and beautiful," murmured Dirga did not deny the creation of God in front of him.

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