Almahyras
Season 2, Part 12: Questions Rais.

Humans have their own selfish side. I don't know how long he's never known. But all the future of his son-Dilara, he had prepared from now on. To put it simply, choosing Rais-the child he would raise was to marry his only daughter. For indeed Jafar had made the decision not to have another child.

Dilara will be the successor of Jafar and Alma. The daughter must be a mature body next to Rais. Then from this moment, entering the age of one month Rais, he had informed Umm Salamah of his future plans. This is not madness, this is just a favor he asks for for his own good.

If Azizah wishes her and Alma well. So there is no harm, Jafar also has great hopes for Rais. The boy will be a big body as time goes by. Old life will soon pass, and change, keep changing. When the time comes, Jafar will tell the truth from the birth of Rais.

"Mas, can you take me to the puskesmas?"

Jafar's forehead shriveled when he heard Alma's words.

"Rais wants immunization, Mas," continued Alma.

Jafar just nodded and looked back at the window, turning his back to his wife. Money can be found. But Dilara's happiness, it can't be, Rais has made her daughter's life more colorful. He will do anything for the best growth of Azizah's son. Even he himself will teach Rais, if his age reaches the limits of the children's maturity.

"Can you?"

Jafar replied, "Can."

Five years passed.

Alma brings Dilara in for the first time in elementary school. Of course not to forget with Rais who is now five years old. Dilara took her sister into the classroom and met her friends. Even the adorable thing that Alma saw was that Dilara also introduced Rais, as if her sister was attending school.

"Dilara ... His sister is waiting outside for Mama, huh? Dilara went in alone, sat with new friends Dilara," said Alma slowly.

Dilara looked around for a moment, then looked into his mother's eyes again. "That's it, Ma? Continue ... Where are you waiting outside? Don't you think I'm?"

"visibility. I'll see from the window." Alma pointed at the window behind her. "That's the window. Okay?"

"Okay, Mama." Dilara's eyes looked at Rais who was confused seeing so many people. "So wait outside, okay? I want to go to school first."

Rais nodded. Then his hand on Alma's arm to get out of the classroom. He bit one of his fingers, confused. "Mama .." said Rais slowly.

"What, Honey?"

"Later .. I was ..." Rais pointed at Dilara who was laughing happily with her friends. "Bakalan have .... Friends many kayak Mbak?"

"Yes, Honey. Rais will have many friends. Same as Mommy."

Rais nodded. Then I asked, "But Dad said .. I can't be a girl friend. Is that why, Ma? Continue also .. I can be his friend who is the same woman. That too .. I can't intentionally hug Ma'am. Though Mbak .. it .. like to hug me, Ma."

"Will you answer me?" reset Rais.

Alma crouched down, aligned herself with Rais then smiled faintly. "Gini, Honey. It can't really not be. You can be a girl friend. But .. You are a man. It is not possible to play with women. It's the same good men too, so can play ball, running around what else? There are many."

"Women, can you also play ball-managed? But why ... I can't have girlfriends?" ask Rais, again.

"Can, Honey. Mama said I could. That can't be playing together. Mama suppose gini yes ..." Alma paused, he looked seriously at the eyes of his adopted son. "You're playing ball-managed with your girl friend. Keep the ball not kicked to the feet but to the stomach or to the eyes. Lah .. It must have hurt, right? Your girl friend must be crying, keep coming home she said to her Mama."

"Now his mother came. Keep you who kicked the ball in anger. Then Mama will gini, 'don't play with Rais anymore.' Hayoooo, you want to be done?" connect Alma.

Rais shook his head quickly. "No want. I will not play with women often. I'm learning the same way Dad."

"Printer."

"But Ma ..."

"But what, honey?"

Rais's eyes glanced at his sister's classroom. "When Dad said ... I can't .. it .. hugged Ma why, Ma? But she likes to hug me."

O Allah, the question is becoming more and more, the inner Alma who sighed for a moment. "It's not okay, honey. Can, really. The hug is a sign of love for people. Kayak Mama loves the same Mama so Mama hugs Mbak, kayak Rais dear Dad so Rais hugs Dad. But ... There is a tapi, just like earlier, because Rais men and Mbak women hugs him should not be often."

"Why can't you do it often, Ma?" ask Rais.

"Because of that. Rais male and Ma'am female. It is better to often salim. Like Mama and Dad. Rais used to see, didn't Mama and Dad salim, kiss that hand?" reply Alma.

"Often."

Alma's smile widened. "So, if for example again happy, again want to say congratulations to Mbak. Or is it better to salim."

"But if Mommy hugs me how?" ask Rais, again.

"Yes you just sayin Mbak gini, 'If mbak again happy mending us salim aja mbak, do not hug, said Mama sign affectionate men to women not hug but salim, ' so, ' that, Honey," explained Alma.

"Keep if Mbak answers but I'm a girl you're a boy. What do I do, Ma?"

O God there is no end, inwardly Alma.

"Just like, honey. Stay behind what Mom said. Uda, huh? Now we see Ma'am. Mama later said that Ma'am also if the sign of affection kissed hands," Alma's end.