My Husband Sold My Uncle
CHAPTER 43. Should I Fight?

Alma had finished packing all her belongings and was ready to leave Dirga's apartment.

Alma opened her phone checking the mobile banking she had, sighing in relief because she still had enough money to rent a temporary residence, she could not possibly return to her old house, too many memories of Arlan there even though it was Alma's parents' house.

Alma dragged her suitcase out of the apartment, she walked with shaky steps as if she knew where she was going but she didn't have to think about anything.

"Mom Alma?"

Deno's voice made Alma raise his head staring at the assistant figure of Dirga. "Den, have you come?"

"What's up, Miss Alma called me?" asked Deno who made Alma smile.

"I want you to give this to Mr. Dirga, Deno, maybe I will not meet with him again in a long time," Alma handed out the cards acces from Dirga's smart door apartment.

"But, what is it, Mom, not that Miss Alma is Mr Dirga's lover?" asked Deno in surprise.

"Initially, but I guess I didn't deserve it, Den."

Alma lowered his head slowly, Deno received the acces card. "Where is Alma going now?"

Alma fell silent, she did not know where to go now, everything was too sudden for Alma to explain and finally Alma chose to shake her head.

"I don't know."

"I have an unused apartment, maybe Ms Alma will stay there for a while?" bargain Deno.

Alma smiled and shook her head. "Thank you Den, but I can still work on my own, if you want to help me, can you find me a house or a place to live that I can rent?"

Deno thought for a moment. "I have Ma'am, this is a boarding house but the facilities are good Ma'am, this belongs to my friend, if Ms. Alma is interested I can deliver."

Alma nodded, Deno then helped Alma lift her suitcase, Alma walked up to Deno towards the parking lot where Deno's car was located.

The two of them then get into the car with the condition of Deno driving it.

"Sorry Ms Alma, instead of me being presumptuous or how, what exactly happened?" ask Deno a little carefully.

"Let's be my story Den, sorry I can't tell now," replied Alma who made Deno nod.

"Sorry, Mom."

"You've never been Den, feeling struggling but not in the fight?"

Deno stared ahead. "What difference?"

"Fighting yourself is exhausting well, Den."

Deno smiled thinly. "Sometimes people want to fight for us but he doesn't know how to get started."

"meaning?"

"I'm in a difficult position, Den, maybe after this I want to go out of town, start a new life after officially divorcing Arlan, and about my parents' company"

"Mom Alma, will fight to get it back?"

"That's my right, isn't it, Den?"

"And it belongs to Ms. Alma, like Mr. Dirga."

Alma laughed wryly. "You're kidding."

"Sir Dirga if you want something will definitely say this belongs to Dirga, did Ms Alma ever get that sentence?"

"From Dirga's?"

Alma was silent for a moment, she flashback then looked down deeply. "Sadly he took his own off."

"If in religion we are a soul mate everyone has been recorded in Lauhul Mahfudz, ma'am."

"But if he himself doubts that my name in his Lauhul Mahfudz is appropriate for me to survive, when my istikharah fails to find him, is it my superstition to pick him up?"

"Mom Alma knows the answer."

No more conversations between the two of them.

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