Almahyras
Section 2

...Part 2: Someone Who is Imperfect...

"The horrors of his son Umm Salamah went back to the cottage again you know, Ma'am," said Salsa veiled woman navy bergo, it.

Mardiyah who had been focusing on cutting carrots turned her gaze to Salsa. "A-anu Mas sopo's name? forget me," continued Salsa.

"Jafar" said Alma quietly. But it was still heard by Mardiyah and Salsa.

"Umma Sarah said her name was Jafar" Alma continued. Of course to clarify everything. Alma did not want to be asked for any reason. Despite the fact that Alma had met with Jafar.

"Oh," replied Mardiyah and Salsa simultaneously.

This morning was the worst morning. Alma felt that the two of them were indeed very annoying and for the two of them, Alma was a very arrogant person. What kind of relationship is this? Alma herself has no basis for hating them, Alma is just hard to adapt. While they concluded that Alma there are people who do not want to socialize.

"I'm horrified he said now Mas Jafar can't talk yo, Ma'am?" ask Salsa.

Mardiyah. Then he replied, "That rumor, Sal."

Salsa quickly shook her head. "Ndak, Ma'am. I'm really, the cleaner of his house Ummi Salamah you know said, if you want to ask for anything, it must be Mas Jafar iku nulis using paper."

Alma sighed softly. Done is his job to cut potatoes and Alma's decision is to leave the kitchen that makes his ears hot. "Excuse me" said Alma.

One thing that is sometimes difficult for Alma to understand is the habit of humans who talk about the shortcomings of each other. Where the faults of a person to the heart in the mountains here and there, do not hesitate to be insulted directly or just talk secretly.

Could it be that the shortcomings and vices of their fellowmen are interesting things? Until the tongue is sometimes unable to hold, even the eyes are not reluctant to judge. The alma of feelings that cause hatred and the creation of pain is the wrong way humans treat each other.

The kling!

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@Asyifanf

Brother Alma, how are you?

Syifa kangen wkwk

Uh, inget syifa isn't it?

Alma's forehead shriveled, her eyes glimpsed looking ahead at the wooden chair of the garden. The choice is to sit there and try to remember who his virtual friend who is a little forgotten.

"Ashifa Nadira Fitri!"

Finally Alma remembered, Syifa was his virtual friend whose writing path led to reality. He even met at the orphanage long before Alma's move to the new orphanage. And that's obviously what makes Alma have to adapt again.

The kling!

@Asyifanf

Save my number, brother

Call through here

0831********

Alma chose to save Syifa's number and sent a text message that Alma would contact her soon and Alma missed her dearly.

"Assalamualaikum, Alma" came a soft voice typical of Umma Sarah.

Alma turned her gaze to Umma Sarah and with a smile Alma replied, "Waalaikumussalam, Umma."

"Alma's busy?" ask Umma Sarah.

Alma. "No, Umma. It's finished also chopping potatoes."

"Well then can you come, Umma?" ask Umma Sarah.

Alma clearly agreed. After all Umma Sarah - as the caretaker of this orphanage is a very nice person. And also, this is part of Alma's duty. The goods Umma Sarah wants to go to the market, obviously the one who brings her groceries is Alma.

...°°°...

The pesantren?

It's a little weird, it's not usually Umma Sarah to the pesantren. Except, there is a study or invitation of an important event from Ummi Salamah. Ah, maybe Alma didn't know that there was an important meeting between the orphanage and the boarding school.

"Alma why? Just shut up, son?" ask Umm Salamah.

Alma shook her head and smiled awkwardly. "No pa-pa Ummi, a-assalamualaikum."

Umm Salamah smiled at Alma. Then he looked at Umm Sarah and said, "So you told Alma, Sar?"

Umma Sarah replied, "Not yet, Brother Sal."

If heard, Umm Salamah and Umm Sarah are deliberately calling each other using direct names. Because the fact says, that both are brother and sister. And the funny thing is, Alma just found out the truth. But come to think of it, Alma here is also only a week.

"Say what, Umma?" alma asked who was clearly in dire need of an answer from Umma Sarah.

Umma Sarah asked Umm Salamah to explain. Actually, Alma had felt strange, since knowing the facts of the two sisters. And now ... what do Umma Sarah and Umm Salamah want to tell him?

"Are you .. ready to get married?" ask Umm Salamah.

"I-i?" ask Alma again to ascertain what he heard earlier.

Ummi Salamah nodded. "Yes. You ready?"

Alma felt that this question was not worth questioning. Alma meant that Umm Salamah was not his guardian, Alma's guardian was Umma Sarah. Even Umma Sarah was not as open as Alma about marriage - or simply, liking a man. Because for Alma, that kind of thing is good to talk about when Alma is really ready.

Alma. "Yet, Ummi."

"Why?" ask Umm Salamah.

Every rejection requires a reason for completion. Alma had one reason why for her to marry was not yet worthy of her street. But the reason was very, very sensitive for him to discuss. "There is something in Alma that makes Alma not ready to live a household life" Alma replied.

Alma smiled wryly, slightly lowered her head. "That which may be .. is difficult for one to accept" Alma said.

"Alma, what's wrong? Does anyone not know about you?" ask Umma Sarah, again. This time Umma Sarah stood up and again sat beside Alma not even reluctant to touch Alma's hand. Likely, a mother.

Much, Umma.

"She, Umma. But Alma didn't want to tell the story yet" Alma replied.

Indeed, sharing suffering with others will greatly ease the burden of the mind. But for Alma, the suffering in his possession is not appropriate for others to know, let alone to the point of loving him. Alma didn't want that to happen.

"No pa-pa. But if you're really ready for the story, meet Umma directly," said Umma Sarah.

Alma nodded.

I will never be ready to share my life with others.

...°°°...

Even though Alma's life depends on the orphanage. Alma would never want to end up living this miserable life. After the death of Alma's parents, he had difficulty socializing - preferring to be alone. Even twenty-two years old did not cross Alma's mind to get married, or just like someone.

In his mind was how to live well without bothering others. Because with Alma in her shelter in this orphanage - she felt that she had troubled others. He even felt that his life was being ruined. Especially if it's about the transfer of the shelter. I mean Alma, she always disliked when the orphanage decided to move her there and here. It was troublesome for Alma, because again he had to adapt to a new place and obviously a new person as well.

"Alma, can Umma ask?" just let Umma Sarah say. Alma and Umma Sarah are currently on a public transport-city bus to the funeral of her parents at the behest of Umma Sarah.

Alma looked to the side where Umma Sarah was sitting. Alma smiled and nodded, as if he could guess that Umm Sarah would continue to ask since the incident at the house of Umm Salamah where Alma chose not to tell what he had experienced.

"Byeah" replied Alma.

Umma Sarah nodded after getting permission to ask. Umma Sarah's left hand took off the bag that was hung on her arm, then put it between herself and Alma.

"Imma,"

"Yes, Umma?"

Umma Salamah sighed for a moment then said, "Do you think someone who has shortcomings is not worthy of being with a perfect person at all?"

"Want to" replied Alma.

Umma Salamah smiled at the reply coming out of Alma's lips so quickly. "Why can you say you deserve it?" ask Umma Salamah.

"Because they're both human."

Umma Sarah confirmed what Alma had said. They are both human. But humans always look for the equivalent of themselves are not reluctant to refuse if they feel that what is seen according to the view does not fit the criteria.

"But sometimes it's hard to accept someone else's shortcomings, Alma," says Umma Sarah.

Alma nodded. "Therefore Umma, all depends on the person, willing to accept or even not want at all."

Umma Sarah nodded. He already knew that Alma would answer like that. He turned his gaze towards the road and found out that the intersection was near.

"Alma's the button," said Umm Sarah.

Because Alma was sitting by the window. He was ready to press the button according to Umma Sarah's orders earlier. Waiting for about thirty seconds Alma pressed the red button on it.

"Yes, Umma," replied Alma.

The bus has stopped. Immediately Umma Sarah came out and Alma handed the driver two garbage tickets and rushed down, calling "Please, Sir!"

"Nobody's missing, right, Umma?" ask Alma.

"Nothing. Come on!" umma said Sarah then took Alma's left hand to walk to the exact cemetery which was a good distance away.

The kling!

Umm Sarah's wire rings. Alma pulls Umma Sarah slowly to pull over immediately when checking her dress. "Sir Salamah?" mummified Umm Sarah.

"Why, Umma?" ask Alma.

Umma Sarah shook her head. Put the cloth back on the black bag. "It's nothing. Let's go again" said Umm Sarah.

"Umma want to ask me again about what I could do?" continue Umma Sarah.

Alma was silent for a moment. Actually Alma did not really understand the purpose of Umma Sarah asked about someone's shortcomings and not to mention suddenly Umma Sarah wanted to visit the graves of her parents.

"Can?" ask Umma Sarah, again.

"Can. Besides still far away, we can talk first Umma," replied Alma.

After three seconds Umma Sarah said, "If you are .. is willing to accept the shortcomings of others?"

Note:

The bus used by Umma Sarah and Alma is a city bus - a kind of Surabaya city bus that pays using plastic waste (bottle) and will be given a garbage deposit ticket to take the bus again.

Each slash/italic is Alma's inner voice.