My Husband Sold My Uncle
CHAPTER 56. That Son, Father?

It has been three weeks after the incident in KETOPRAK SELINGKUH outlite owned by Dirga, and there is no definite news from Diandra, whether he will continue his plan.

Thus making, Alma, Deno and Dirga lowered their alert in a moment is the wedding day of Alma and Dirga.

Well, Alma has passed his iddah period so it is only just waiting for his marriage with Dirga later.

"Pass a layover at the minimarket first well, I want to buy something," Alma pinta told Dirga.

"What?" dirga asked looking at Alma.

The two of them had just returned home from checking their wedding preparations together and had to head straight to the office, because today the client representing Diandra was coming to talk about their project.

"I, again well that's how it is," replied Alma reluctantly mentioning the item she wanted to buy. "Regular, Female."

"OK," Dirga continued driving his car while occasionally glancing to the right and left looking for the nearest minimarket or supermarket.

They spent nearly five minutes on a highway linking the city road and a border between the bustling city and the motorway area, after passing through a motorway leading to Dirga's office, now the car has entered an area where many high-rise buildings.

Dirga who had been looking for Minimarket finally found a minimarket with distinctive colors, blue and yellow.

Seeing that, Dirga immediately pulled his car over on the minimarket page.

"Yuk, get down," Dirga invited him who made Alma nod.

Dirga got off the car followed by Alma who went straight into the minimarket, seeing that Dirga chose to follow his future wife to choose the goods he wanted to buy.

"I want to buy a marshmellow snack," Dirga's pinta grabbed the marshmellow pack.

"No way, this is too sweet," replied Alma reaching back the marshmellow package from Dirga's hand.

"Come, please, baby," whined Dirga who made Alma shake her head.

Alma is indeed very maintain the diet Dirga, regardless of Dirga who has approached the head of four, Alma does not want her future husband, suffering from diabetes.

"Udah ah, mending this one alone," said Alma handed some packets of low-cholesterol potato chips to the basket Dirga brought.

Seeing that Dirga just snatched away the frown with a sour face with both hazhelnut eyeballs that sniffed lazily, thus making Alma look at him uneasy.

"Gemes deh," Alma grabbed her husband's cheeks and squeezed them and then rubbed the hair flash of her future husband.

Dirga who received such treatment just stared and smiled following Alma who was looking for other items.

Alma entered the beverage area, taking some bottled mineral water and ready-to-drink tea packs as well as some low sugar bottled tea for her future husband.

"It's all right?" dirga asked Alma who was standing in front of the perfume rack.

One fact, do not ever take a woman to the minimarket or shopping center, she may just want to buy A but the ending is Z.

"OK, yuk to the cashier," replied Alma walking to the cashier followed by Dirga behind him.

"Sir, it's my groceries well," Alma said to the cashier while pointing at Dirga who was overwhelmed with her groceries.

The cashier nodded then began to count the number of items and prices before putting them in the bag.

"The whole thing was so, three hundred thousand and six hundred dollars" the cashier smiled at Dirga.

"Thank you, that's his son, sir?" asked the cashier pointed at Alma who immediately held back a laugh beside Dirga.

Dirga raised his eyebrows and stared fixed at the cashier there. "Kids?"

The cashier nodded as he handed the shopping bag to Alma.

"She's my wife, even I already have a child from her," Gibran replied, lowering his glasses and then reaching for the cashier's hand. "If you want to be my second wife?"

Dirga lies, but he already claims and books Alma to be his wife for life.

The cashier's mother was shocked with blushing cheeks trying to release her hand from Dirfa.

Hearing that made Alma glare sharply and pull Dirga's ears irritated.

"Well, my wife is jealous, don't believe it yet?"

The cashier nodded, followed by the departure of Alma and Dirga out of the minimarket.

"Genit!" alma complained after getting into the car.

"You're a jerk, I want marshmellow you don't permit" replied Dirga again start the engine of his car.

"And I told you that there was a history of diabetes, the food was low sugar, anyways we want to get married, not funny in the middle of marriage, mas was taken to the hospital," Alma folded both hands.

Alma always controls what Dirga eats, given the history of cholesterol and diabetes from her husband, so not infrequently Dirga had to hide if you want to violate the rules of eating from Alma.

"But only once" Dirga runs his car leaving the minimarket area.

The look on Dirga's face turned sad which made Alma not have the heart.

Alma grabbed the crackle bag from her shopping earlier and took the chocolate ice cream she bought, she pulled Dirga's head facing her.

With that gaze, Alma fed the ice cream to Dirga which made Dirga become stiff instantly.

"Nake?" alma asked Dirga who had not completely swallowed the ice cream.

Dirga who was stiff smiled and pulled Alma's head and rubbed the top of his wife's head that made ice cream in Gibran's mouth a splotch on his own lips.

When they finished they looked at each other and continued their journey with Alma leaning on Dirga's shoulder while occasionally feeding Dirga ice cream.

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