My Husband Sold My Uncle
CHAPTER 09. What I Want Is Your Husband
"Better, we're off, now," Dirga pulls Alma's hand to get out of the apartment and into her car.
Dirga deliberately gave a job as a secretary to Alma because she had devised a good plan for Alma to reclaim the retail company owned by her parents.
"I will take you to the shopping center, where you are free to choose whatever you want, and if you do not choose anything I will give you punishment.
The deg!
Dirga's sentence was really cold and threatening pitched which made Alma slightly shudder.
"Y-yes, Om."
Dirga opened the car door allowing Alma to get inside before she got into the driver's seat.
"Why are you so nervous?" dirga asked on the sidelines of driving which made Alma aware.
Alma just looked down slowly. "T-nothing, Om."
Dirga did not ask any more, he again focused on driving through the city streets to the shopping center that he wanted to go to.
Shortly after the car brought by Dirga had arrived at the parking lot of the shopping center, Dirga invited Alma down.
Actually Dirga brought Alma here to buy clothes that he will wear tomorrow to the office but if Alma wants another, obviously Dirga will buy it.
Alma fell silent nervously and dared not step foot before Dirga's voice broke her personal silence.
"Wait for what else? Let's go in."
Dirga clasped Alma's hand tightly and then took her inside the shopping center, their main goal was a clothing store.
"Remember if you don't pick something, I'll give you a sentence tonight."
Rhetorical sound that is able to make the listener feel a different atmosphere especially the sentence is said from the lips of the baritone voice belonging to Dirga.
"B-well, Om."
They stepped foot into the clothing store but not long ago they were there, they were both met by two people who were very lazy they met.
Arlan and Ishaya.
"Why did you bring this woman here?" Ishaya snapped a protest at Dirga by appointing Alma.
"Using money from my company?" Ishaya clucked in annoyance.
"Ralat, the money from my own sweat, the company without a mover is just a company so don't feel boss here."
Ishaya is silent, she has been skatmat by Dirga, for some reason now Dirga is good at playing the word not like it used to be resigned and let everything happen just like that.
"You!" Ishaya pulls Alma's hand and holds it tight. "Are you not ashamed of being with someone's husband?"
Alma looked at Dirga who made Dirga smile and shrugged her shoulders.
"Deliver! You should be glazed, aren't you ashamed of walking with people's husbands too?" Alma brushes Ishaya's hand.
"Smart woman." muttered Dirga satisfied.
"But he divorced you."
"And in a moment, Om Dirga will divorce you," replied Alma reaching Dirga's hand and holding him friendly.
"It's only in your dreams!" reply Ishaya.
Alma smiled disdainfully. "Why? You cheated but didn't want to be cheated on? If you're afraid of the pain of betrayal, you don't start, and if I want to, then I'll have to get."
"And you know what I want?" alma walked towards Ishaya.
The woman wearing the brown hijab grabbed Ishaya's shoulder and brought her lips closer to Ishaya's ear. "And all I want is, your husband."
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