Almahyras
Season 2, Part 5 :

Returning from Al-Hikmah orphanage. Alma doesn't take away the smile. Happy, and increasingly beaming. Jafar even to be fascinated, because the smile of the wife usually will not last this long. Dilara has not yet returned still playing with Kirana and Inayah. Maybe spending time together is okay, right?

"Mas, why shut up?"

Jafar shook his head with a smile.

"Here's your hand." Alma took Jafar's hand and held it. "Pinjem. I want to tell you a story while holding your hand."

Rarely does he want to tell a story, Jafar's mind.

"If flashback to first I like to think, Mas. If you are a bad. Yeah how, huh? Our first meeting was fine-fine. New for the second time, you actually look .. a little ka.. sar." Netra Alma widened and shook her head. "I'm not saying you're rude. Notwithstanding. But just a little. A little. Because at that time I was really surprised, you suddenly just pulled me. But come to think of it all, what's completely wrong is me."

Alma's memory turned around. "I should have been able to refuse at that time without insulting you. Even my fall was evil."

Jafar nodded.

"I really look bad?"

Jafar took his gawai and typed. "Not bad. It's just your speech that hurts people too much, Alma."

"I feel that too" said Alma.

"Not to think too much. It has become a part of our past" Jafar wrote.

Alma nodded. His net was circulating looking at every corner of the house, which looked lonely. Because Ummi Salamah also seems not to have returned from the house of Kiai Bashir. Momentum like this is very rare, but when it happens Alma felt confused to do what with Jafar.

"Can I express an opinion?" write Jafar.

"Bo-blu. What's the matter, Mas?"

Jafar typed for quite a while. Alma was seen reading. "Don't leave Dilara too often on others. It's not that I don't allow it, but I don't want Dilara closer to anyone else."

"Whose other person do you mean? Kirana's? This the? Abians? Just like the other kids?" Alma took off her hand. "I don't think they're anyone else, Mom. They are my family. This one didn't forget, did it? What if the woman he married was an orphan? I even live in an orphanage."

"I didn't mean it that way, Alma. I'm just telling you. Because young children tend to be comfortable with one person. I'm just afraid Dilara will be comfortable with Kirana or maybe Inayah." There's a pause there. "You know they're teenagers, right? They're busy going to school, studying, etc."

"I know, Mas. If it's me, I can't help Dilara keep on to them?" Alma looked at Jafar. "I understand they are big. And they're not child nurses. They're just playing Dilara because Dilara's their sister, Mas."

Jafar nodded, and clasped his hands occasionally rubbing as if apologizing.

"Mama was Dilala see Kak Kilana cry," said Dilara when in a feeding bribe by Alma.

"Why?"

Dilala shook her head and shrugged both shoulders. "Dilala doesn't know. But I think it's the same as Abian's gold. Until Abian's gold at that time, look Kak Nay invite me to bial pengelgi not see again."

Fights pekara let alone them, the inner Alma who immediately feed the rice on Dilara's mouth again. "Mama will ask. Let Kak Kirana and Mas Abian be better."

"Okey." Dilara chews food. Then the innocent eyes looked back at Alma again and said, "Emang big oleang-olang if it swallows, keep up what, Ma? Dilala's the fuck."

"Ekhmm .. many. Just like Mom's Dad. Almost the same as Dilara kayak with Dilara cement," explained Alma slowly.

Dilara was seen thinking by putting the rest of the rice on the edge of her lips. "Because toys can be?"

"It can be, honey."

"Oohs. That's why there's an apology, huh Ma? Bial sorry for each other no longer persisting."

Alma nodded. "Yes. If you're sorry for each other, it's better not to fight anymore."

The sound of the car engine stopped. Dilara got off the sofa and ran hastily to the front of the terrace. Jafar came, her husband was on holiday. But there was a problem at the nearest outlet, so inevitably he had to come to check.

"Dad! Daddy's! Daddy!"

"Dad! Daddy's! Dilala wants a story!"

Jafar moved lips. "What?"

"So Dilala look at Kak Kilana cry." Dilara's round eyes looked at her father seriously. "It looks like Abian's gold. But later Mama said she would apologize to each other again, Dad. That's not really?"

Jafar just nodded, a sign of agreement. One of his hands touched Dilara's waist, one of them reached into his pocket and pulled out the device, then typed. "Say to Dilara, later I will ask Mas Abian, why can you make Kak Kirana cry? And if Mas Abian is wrong, I'll scold him."

"Say Dad, I'll ask Mas Abian later. If Kak Kirana cries because of Mas Abian, then Dad will advise Mas Abian to apologize to Kirana," explained Alma to Dilara.

Dilara was silent for a moment by sitting on Jafar's lap. "That's ... who's sorry for the fine men huh Dad, Mama?"

"No, Honey. The wrong one who must apologize, continue also if one day .. eg Dilara quarrel with Dilara's friend, continue Dilara sad guilty too, Dilara not pa-pa to apologize." A gentle swipe on Dilara's black mane stopped. "Because Dad said, forgiving each other will tighten the rope of brotherhood. So, if you can talk about it well, there's no need to fight, honey."

Dilara. Whether you understand it or not, Alma just wants to answer all the questions of the Son.

"Ma, Dilala's sleepy."

Alma takes over Dilara from Jafar's arms. "Yes already. Let's go to sleep, honey."

Two days passed. After returning from the therapy clinic Jafar intend to approach Kedai Bersama. But the wife's brief message undoes her intentions. Alma sent a message saying, don't come here, Mas. I was in a meeting. I'm afraid Dilara's interrupting. Instantly make him quiet. Why was Alma impressed to state that Dilara had come only to interfere? In fact, Dilara just wants to meet the mother.

^^^ When are you finished?^^^

Alma

I don't know, Mas.

I will call later.

^^^Yes already.^^^

"Dad! So to Mama?"

Jafar. To be honest, it was very difficult to communicate with Dilara. Because his son still can't read what he wrote. Whereas if he were to speak stammer, would Dilara understand?

"Why, Dad? Mama is busy can't be disturbed?"

Jafar nodded again. "Ma-ma's a bus."

"Oh, I'm busy." Dilara's face showed a look of sadness. "When Dilala goes there. Wanna see Kelja Mama's place. The first release Dilala seling taken to the sanah."

Jafar rubbed his son's head gently. He took and sighed several times, then opened his mouth trying to speak.

"Ema-u ma-in?"

The round eyes were confused to hear his voice. What's Dad's weird voice? Does Dilara not know what Dad means? jafar's inner self seemed to be saying everything.

"Daddy take Dilala to play? Benelan?"

Jafar nodded.

Dilara who had been pouting stood over by the car window now hugged the father tightly. Even while taking off a hug, Dilara touched both of Jafar's cheeks. "Dad is healed? I can talk like Dilala to Mama."

"D-yes."

Dilara's smile grew wider. "Horay! Dilala seneng, Dilala will be able to talk a lot with Daddy! Dilala seneng really."

I'm happy too, Dilara. I also want to talk a lot with you, son, Inner Jafar.

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