My Husband Sold My Uncle
CHAPTER 08. A Smart Woman
"Where are you going?" ishaya asks her husband who was dressed well that night.
"Want to see my girlfriend, what's the matter with you?" dirga answered folding both of her hands to Ishaya.
"You can't go!" ishaya Protest.
Dirga chuckled, she laughed wryly then let out a long sigh before giving a sharp look to Ishaya.
"You forbid me from leaving, and you're going with your affair yourself? I think your head is in trouble."
Ishaya is silent, the sound of the car from Arlan is heard outside, Ishaya does want to go with Arlan today, but it feels like she is not willing Dirga to go with Alma.
"Please, your lover, it's waiting for you!" Dirga pressed the word in each sentence.
"Our business is not finished yet" Ishaya grabs her bag and walks out to Arlan's car.
Ishaya breaks down and gets into Arlan's car, arriving in her second car, and kisses before Arlan takes off the kiss.
"This isn't the kiss you give me so much, what's the matter, baby?" ask Arlan to Ishaya.
"Dirga is going to marry your dear ex-wife" Ishaya replied gruntingly.
"Then? What's the problem, don't you hate Dirga?"
Ishaya is silent, she is confused by her own feelings, Arlan looks at Ishaya sharply then melts Ishaya's daydream.
"What's wrong? You're not jealous, are you? Or maybe you're starting to love your husband? You have to divorce her, baby."
"Here Lan, just discuss Dirga, we better go have fun tonight, I've missed yours," Ishaya squeezed out Arlan's sensitive part.
"I've missed your wobble, too, dear."
Arlan runs his car leaving the area of Ishaya and Dirga's house with no sin to play with people's wives and make his own wife.
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Dirga is now in front of the door of Alma's apartment, he has knocked on the door several times until finally Alma appeared in her beautiful clothes.
"Omm?"
Dirga was silent for a moment, fascinated by the beauty of the woman in front of him, how could Arlan waste it, a beautiful woman and elegant like Alma.
Arlan is really a blind man now.
"Omm?"
Alma several times called the name Dirga but Dirga was still struggling with his own seagrass before finally waking up. "Pretty."
"Huh? What's?" ask Alma who made Dirga wrong.
"Where are we going?"
"You have a pretty good education, you're even the best graduate, it's a pity that if you just end up as a housewife, from tomorrow you'll be my secretary, and tonight I will take you to the shopping mall to buy your necessities" replied Dirga who made Alma nod.
"Can I?"
Dirga grabbed Alma's chin she flanked him for a moment then looked at him deeply. "The Alma I know is the optimistic Alma."
Alma nodded.
"Almaira Alshad, answer my question well," Dirga looked at Alma without taking off her chin.
"I'm the one who's been living with you since childhood right?"
Alma nodded.
"I've been like a little brother to your father, haven't I?"
Alma nodded.
"I am your first love!"
Alma was speechless, how could Dirga know that during High School he always craved a man like Dirga who he had considered his own uncle.
"You believe me, don't you?"
"D-yes."
"You want to seize all your rights, right?"
"D-yes."
"And you want to avenge yourself to the man who betrayed you."
"True Om."
"Smart woman," Dirga stroked Alma's head which made Alma speechless.
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