Almahyras
Season 2, Part 7

The morning. Jafar saw Alma was busy talking to Dilara. Intentions wanted to get closer, but he paused when his wife said something that really made him fester.

"Yesterday, Mama disappointed Dilara. So ... Mama wants to apologize. Maafin Mama's forbidden to come to the store, huh?" alma.

Dilara's round eyes stared in confusion. "Dilala doesn't want Mama to make a mistake to Dilala."

"Oh yeah?" Alma let Dilara sit on a chair while she was below crouching. "Indeed Dilala knows the wrong person is just as wrong?"

Dilara was silent for a moment. "Know."

"If the person who made the mistake is what?"

Dilara looked at Alma seriously. "The wrong person who played another child, who hit the net, who was even the same, who .. did not know that Dilala knew it."

"God willing, Mama's son and Dad are very pinter." Alma rubbed the soft black mane of Dilara. "What Dilara said was right, honey. But people's mistakes can not only be seen from what Dilara said earlier."

"How delusional?"

Alma replied, "When Mama banned Dilara dateng to Kedai Dilara did not feel that Dilara's heart hurt? Dilara continues to feel sad all of a sudden no, dear?"

"Yes anyway. Dilala's a bit of a bitch, Ma."

"That means .. the sign is that Dilara is disappointed with Mama." Alma breathed. "Maybe according to Dilara, Mama did nothing wrong. But according to Mama make Dilara sad that includes mistakes for Mama. So ... Mama's gonna apologize, honey. So that Mama's heart is calm, so that Dilara is not sad anymore."

Dilara smiled wryly and nodded. "Dilala sorryin Mama. So Mama is smooth calm, huh? Don't take a lot of picile anymore."

"Thank you, Honey. God willing Mama promised, if Dilala wants to play in the store again. Mama will not be banned," said Alma.

Dilara. "Mama doesn't give a promise. Dilala the smooth promise. Dilala knows Mama must be busy, huh?"

"No, Honey. As busy as anything Mama, God willing Mama can still play the same Dilara."

The conversation of his wife and son has come down to being forgiving. So Jafar came out and came suddenly taking a seat beside Dilara.

He gave a device that contained what he wanted to say to Alma. "You and Dilara want breakfast outside? We eat porridge."

Alma's eyes sparkle. He looked at Jafar for a moment. Then he looked at Dilara and said, "Darling, Daddy said how about we have breakfast porridge? We eat outside. Dilara won't?"

The little girl nodded. "You! Want to! Dilala wants Daddy, Mama!"

"The mass ... Azizah, huh?"

Jafar's eyes followed Alma's line of sight. Azizah, son of Ustadz Hasan and Aunt Hasna. Honestly Jafar was surprised when he saw Azizah's distended stomach. She pregnant? Why didn't Aunt Hasna invite me and Alma if Azizah got married? inner Jafar.

"He's alone?" Alma. "I went to him first, huh, Mas? Titip Dilara for a moment."

Jafar nodded letting Alma approach Azizah. A few years had passed, perhaps the age of Azizah had entered twenty-three years. It just so happened that the porridge seller was quiet not too crowded, so he could talk to Azizah for a while.

"Azizah, huh?"

The girl's eyes were round. Even spontaneously turned around to want to leave. Alma managed to hold back. "Azizah, I'm Alma. I want to say hello. Why are you leaving?"

"Please off, Ma'am," said Azizah.

Alma did not take off. "When did you get married? Why Ustaz Hasan didn't give you an invitation--"

"Satisfied, right, Ma'am?" The look of hate and sorrow mixed in Azizah's eyes. "Abi's gone. Ummi was sick and I was kicked out. Satisfied, right?"

"You-you-"

"Yes. You can do that, right?" azizah. "So, let me go, Ma'am!"

"Azzizah. I need a talk-"

Again Azizah refuted, "What's the talk, Ma'am?"

"I'm asking us to go to the pesantren for a moment" Alma said.

"I don't want to, Mom!"

Azizah was silent, she seemed resigned and willing to go to the pesantren. Alma asked Azizah to wait for a while, she had to go to Jafar to ask her husband for permission.

"No pa-pa, right, Mas?"

Jafar nodded. Alma's view turned to Dilara. "Darling, eat first the full. Mama's coming home first, son? Dilara will return home with Dad. Okay?"

"Okay, Ma."

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At the house of Umm Salamah. Azizah sat quietly beside him. After serving the warm tea, Alma still had not let out a question.

"Abi died two months ago." Azizah gripped the robe she was wearing. "When she found out .. if I was pregnant, her illness recurred. He--"

"It's all my fault, isn't it, Ma'am? I should not refuse Abi's mandate, I should not choose to go to college, I should really be a submissive child. So ... This all did not happen," continued Azizah.

Alma was silent for a moment. "Who's Dad?"

Azizah.

"Azizah--"

"Would I call that son of a bitch's name?" azizah. "For God's sake I'm disgusted, Ma'am. I even want to knock this kid---"

"Istighfar, Azizah."

Suddenly Azizah clasped Alma's hand. "Mbak .. my gestational age is eight months. The boy in my womb is a boy. I ... will love this child to Ma'am Alma. I don't want to take care of this kid me--"

"Azizah--"

"Better I give to Mbak Alma." Azizah. "Do I throw it away, Ma'am? Or would I rather kill him?"

O Allah Azizah, the Inner Alma.

"I can't stand it, Ma'am. Better he live without knowing me his mother. He's a man, right? He doesn't need his mom or dad to get married. He could have lived happily like the children of Umma Sarah's orphanage." Suddenly, Azizah nodded.

"Azizah. What are you doing?" Alma tried to hold back.

"Mr please. I beg. I'm asking for help. I am tired. I'm going crazy. What if I really kill---"

"No, Azizah! Okay. I have to talk to Mas Jafar. You wrote down your current address" Alma broke up.

Nightly. Around twelve o'clock. Jafar could only really ask about what his wife was talking about with Azizah. Dilara had fallen asleep, and his wife got out of bed.

"Mas, I want to talk about Azizah."

Jafar looked at him.

"Azizah's pregnant. But ... she's not married. And, it turns out that it's been two months that Ustadz Hasan died, Mas." Alma touched Jafar's hand. "I know you might not agree. But, Azizah said she wanted to give her son to me, Mas. Or else he'd throw the kid away, or maybe .. he could kill the kid, Mas."

What the fuck this Azizah is, Jafar's inner.

"Mas, what ... do we accept? We keep putting that kid in Umma Sarah's orphanage?"

Jafar.

"Maos ..."

Jafar pulled out his gawai and typed. "This week we go to Ustaz Hasan's house. I want to talk to Aunt Hasna."

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Note:

Still want Azizah, right? If you forget, please peek at section 37 and the beginning let siget again.