Almahyras
Part I POV Jafar

...Caution: This part has many words. So I asked to read slowly so that what I wrote was conveyed well and clearly. When tired? It's good to stop first. Don't pushy. If you are not tired? Please continue reading it....

...The events below may include parts 3-13 in Jafar's viewpoint. And I'll split it into two parts....

...For the important note I will love in Part II POV Jafar....

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...The Part I Jafar POV...

The great accident two years ago, ruined the happiness that my family had. Losing someone I love so much is painful. I even questioned the justice of God in this life. Why did the Creator only take Abi and Uncle Aziz? I was clearly in that car. Why not take me too?

So that bad memories do not haunt me continuously, and revolve endlessly in this brain. The agonizing moans of Abi and Uncle Aziz were still clearly heard, the rancid smell of blood, the sound of ambulance sirens, the cries of Ummi and Aunt Sarah, all of them. I don't want to get out of my head!

And .. after I woke up from a coma. The doctor stated that I had head trauma, resulting in silence, and loss of some of my memories. By God, I accept this. But ... Ummi-he was very difficult to accept the situation I experienced. The tears of Abi's departure have not subsided, the trials have come to him again.

Ummi .. We are only human. Can't resist the fate that was supposed to happen.

Since then, people have pityed me. Think as if I was a weak person, and ... useless? Even a child of Abi's friend chose to cancel the marriage that had been set at that time. Of course - because I am not the old Jafar. I can't teach anymore, I can't continue Abi and Uncle Aziz's business - because again this is about communication, the people I meet will definitely have trouble. But with my sister Lutfan, it must be easy. I really trust him.

And to be in a relationship with someone again .. I should know myself better.

No one wants to have a mute husband.

And, useless as me.

"Mrs ..."

Ummi's spontaneous voice made me wake up from the daydream. I wrote a note immediately to reply Ummi.

"Grandpa, Ummi?"

"This is Ummi, son?" said her.

I smiled seeing Ummi was busy justifying the veil he was wearing. Then I wrote again on paper. "To Aunt Sarah's house?"

"Yes, son."

Really actually to write notes continuously initially quite slow and tiring. But how else? Not everyone understands sign language, and I chose not to do so while talking to Ummi. As a child, I didn't want him to have any trouble. So I choose every time I bring pen and paper, compared to making others difficult.

"Come, Son!"

We're goin. As usual delivered by Cak Yanto using a car, and when entering the car my heart was pounding, then the hands were wet - it had been two years but still this trauma was difficult to disappear.

I've tried.

All the treatment I have gone through, to a psychiatrist regularly, even the last check to the surgeon as well. All already. But it is I who need to be more intentional and keep trying. Because all the treatment will be in vain if I do not try to recover.

"Come, Nak get off" said Ummi.

Already arrived? Ah, it turns out I forgot if the distance between the boarding school and the orphanage is close enough. Actually using the bike can also, but again I feel a little afraid and can not use the bike. Though obviously my trauma only on the car but it affects all vehicles.

Strange indeed. I don't understand either.

"Lho's? Sarah isn't there?"

Mbok Isna - an old woman who helped Aunt Sarah clean the house suddenly came. "That's Umma, her Umm Sarah hasn't come home yet."

"So it's not coming home yet? Yes Mbok, matur suwon. I'm the same Jafar waiting in the office. Please tell Sarah, Mbok."

Me and Ummi to Aunt Sarah's office. On the way I looked around. And see Al-Hikmah orphanage dormitory quite a lot, even the atmosphere was comfortable. Aunt Sarah and the people who live here really take good care of her.

"In lock. Just sit here, son?"

There were two wooden chairs in front of Aunt Sarah's office. Ummi occupied the right seat and I was the left, no conversation-because I would trouble him again if asked too much.

We've been waiting for about twenty minutes. Even soon Magrib Aunt Sarah has not come. Ummi looked so tired waiting, I took a pen and notebook in his breast pocket and wrote something for Ummi.

I shook Ummi's arm slowly until he woke up. "Your aunt's here, son?"

I'm shaking. And handed a note to him. "Ummi, better rest in the health room. Or if not, Ummi wants to go home?"

"So soon, your aunt will come."

I can only nod. All this Ummi-beliau request has always been like this.

"Oh Allah, Brother Sal!"

The voice of the voice was heard from Aunt Sarah. Alhamdulillahot. At least Aunt Sarah has come and Ummi can obviously get inside.

"So why wait in the office, anyway?" aunt Sarah said by unlocking the office.

Ummi smiles. "It's not pa-pa, Sar. I love waiting here, so many trees."

"Monggo Kak is in. Jafar come too, son," said Aunt Sarah.

"Aren't you here to see Alma?"

Ummi looks to nod. "Yes, Sar."

"This is magrib. Then shall we pray first, brother? That's why I told the orphanage boy to call Alma."

Who was Alma talking about by Ummi and Bibi?

Azan magrib. Me, Aunty and Ummi were preparing to go to the mushola. And in about thirty minutes, we've returned to Aunt Sarah's office. Me and Ummi sat next to each other. While Aunt Sarah was sitting opposite, not long after came a woman who ... deliver food to Ummi at that time?

"Mrs ..."

Ummi called him by that name. So the woman with the black robe and the maroon's veil ... The alma?

He returned the call with a smile and placed some drinks and snacks on the table. Then he said, "Please, Umm Salamah."

He soon turned to Aunt Sarah. "Aunt Sarah ... called me?" said it.

Aunt Sarah seemed to nod and pulled the woman to sit down to join her. "You sit down for a second, okay?"

"Umma, would like to convey a message from Aunt Maryam." Aunt Sarah continued to speak by looking at the woman.

He said, "What is it?"

About five seconds later Aunt Sarah said, "It's about your marriage."

A wedding? Her wedding?

"Then?" say him.

Aunt Sarah parroted, "Then?"

"Alma has told me the time at Ummi Salamah's house that Alma is not ready for marriage" he said.

It seems that he strongly rejected marriage. But if I look around, he deserves to get married.

"But this is the trust of your mother, son," said Ummi.

Why don't I know if Ummi is safe to find a husband for this woman?

"Alma is getting married but not now."

He paused for a moment and continued saying, "Alma hasn't found a proper man yet."

Worth it? What do you think that's what?

"It's there" said Aunt Sarah.

"Jafes."

"He's the man your mother has secured to marry you."

Aunt Sarah said again. So in the end Ummi did not give up looking for me as a companion. But ... Aunt Sarah said it was trust?

"But he's mute Umma."

Three seconds later she said, "Alma doesn't want to have a mute husband."

I'm perfectly fine hearing this insult. But Ummi will never feel fine. Once this woman hurt Ummi! Where is his conscience?

"Maafra!" Aunt Sarah rebuked him.

From the side I could see her crying. I quickly clasped his hand tightly.

"Why can you talk like that, Alma?"

Stop Ummi, don't talk softly to him.

"Because Ummi and Umma forced me to get married" she replied.

This woman is absolutely outrageous. I picked up the book and opened the pen, wrote something down there to read it-and put it on the table.

"Stop talking."

He's staring at me? Did she not accept it because I wrote something for her? After reading that, a second later he stood up to leave Aunt Sarah's office without saying anything.

Not polite.

"Don't listen to Alma's words, Brother Sal," said Aunt Sarah to appease Ummi.

"Sarah .. was clearly the trust of her mother. I used to refuse because Jafar had undergone ta'aruf with his son Hasan. But it turns---"

I stood up, letting Aunt Sarah sit next to Ummi to calm him down. "Udah, Brother already."

"But why would he reject Jafar like that Sar? I know Jafar can't bica-"

Aunt Sarah seemed to shake her head and refute, "Oh Allah, Brother. We'll talk to Alma again."

I opted out-lays the book on the table for a writing focus. "Stop saying anything when it's said to you. You are not willing to listen to it."

I wish he could come to his senses after reading the writing on this piece of paper. I tore and folded into two pieces and grasped the piece of paper. Maybe the girl's not far from here. My eyes caught her still walking in the corridor of the orphanage office, then I quickly walked up to her and pulled her arm-carrying the woman beside the dim office wall.

"Le-bee." He blinked many times. He doesn't believe that I can be this rough?

Please tell me. How should I act when I see him blatantly hurting Ummi? Even if it is despised by me, still, can it not be subtly rejected?

"Please me!"

Unleash you? What if I prefer to push you again without any intention of giving any leeway? At least it can make you aware.

"I'll scream if you don't let go of your hands, Jafar!"

You threatened me? Then, well. I also want to hear, you dare to scream or not. I eroded the distance between the two of us, her eyes closed. It was like he was holding his breath. Is he scared? So who's gritting and who's scared? This woman is weird. I saw him using a side-pocketed robe - letters in this hand-held I entered slowly in his pocket.

By God, I try not to touch her. That's enough, I loosen the grip on the arm. Her eyes opened-at-a glance I looked at her and waltzed away.

"I'm not cool."

That's what I heard before actually leaving him alone.

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At around 06.00 WIB, usually a woman named Alma will deliver food. I want to see what is in still responsible with his duties or not?

"Now a minute, huh? If you're waiting for food from your aunt. It'll be here soon."

I just nodded and smiled. I felt the upper pocket of my chest and forgot not to bring pen and paper. As soon as I went back to the room, before going out I sat for a moment - taking the pen and paper back out of my pocket. Write something to ... The alma?

"I also don't want to marry a woman who has bad words like you."

I faintly heard the voice of a woman saying her greeting. What is Alma? I quickly tore the paper and grasped it. When I came out of the room, my eyes met for a moment with him, then I looked at Ummi and made my lips say, "Jafar, Ummi."

"This," he said by giving one of the bushels. And as I took the last bushel I tucked a piece of paper between his fingers.

"Read."

I move my lips according to what I can. Whether he understood it or not, but he definitely grasped the piece of paper tightly.

"Alma excuse me, Ummi. Assalamualaikum," he said.

I walked up to Ummi and placed both bushels on the table.

"You eat, son?"

I shake and move my lips. "Later on."

I took out a pen and paper from my pocket. Then write something I want to talk about on my own at night, after coming home from Aunt Sarah's house.

"Ummi doesn't need to find Jafar's wife."

After reading the note I gave him he looked at me with sadness. "Princess Ustaz Hasan has finally rejected you, son. But Ummi was sure. Alma ... She won't reject you. It is also about trust from her mother. She would have married you" he said.

"He's an orphan, Mi?"

Ummi nodded and placed my second note on his lap. "His father died when he was 10 years old and his mother abandoned him when he was 14."

Is she ... okay? All humans have their own sadness. Not only am I the one who lives pathetic, he is too.

And I feel .. guilty about him.

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The night after we got home from Aunt Sarah's. He seemed to be beaming happily, what was wrong with my Ummi?

I took my pen and notebook in my pocket and wrote something down. "Ummi is so happy. Is there any good news?"

"Alma wants to marry you, son. And he apologized for what he said at that time to you," said Ummi.

He apologized? I ... will forgive him too. But how did Ummi get to meet Alma? While when I wanted to go to Aunt Sarah's office obviously she was crying and accidentally hit me. Even Ummi said, that Alma felt disappointed with his own brother.

"But he asked for seven months. And Ummi agrees."

Now, what the fuck is he accepting this marriage? And ask for seven months?

"You heard yourself right when Ummi again video call you in the file storage room suddenly Alma's aunt came?"

I nodded.

"The floor wants Alma to stay together. But yes .. as you heard. Alma was disappointed, even she asked Aunt Maryam to move her from the orphanage, son."

Ummi shook his head quickly. "Ummi totally disagrees. It is better that Ummi's son-in-law lives in a boarding school. Why move, right?"

I wrote again in paper, to correct Ummi's speech. "Prospective son-in-law, Ummi. Not yet a son-in-law."

"Just like that!"

I chuckled to see Ummi dodging.

"Week together this month are you assigned to your aunt?"

I wrote a few sentences and handed them to Ummi. "The job is the same as last month, Ummi. Jafar and Lutfan will guard the coin booth and Banyu guard the game booth."

"The son of Mr. Cipto? That's his sister Ustadzah Aini."

I nodded and moved my lips. "Yes, Ummi."

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