Almahyras
Part 20: The Wedding?

...20: Wedding?...

"Change your clothes with this. So that the wound on your leg is easy to breathe and can be treated again," Jafar wrote.

Alma. He stood up, entered the bathroom, and when he got to his eyes, he saw that the bathroom looked so aesthetic. But the white color is more dominant and gray only on the top only, and the chair sits.

It turns out ...is not as simple as Alma saw from the outside.

"So this dress ... Ummi's?" murmured Alma by looking at himself in the reflection of the glass next to it bounded with thick gray wood.

Alma took off one by one her clothes. And changed using the nightgown that Jafar gave, and did not forget also the veil of the same navy instant.

After that he walked towards the sink, washed his face, and the net caught a new toothbrush that was wrapped, then he used it. About seven minutes Alma's bathroom decided to go out, after her activities.

"Ja .. Far--why are you? ... Sleeping downstairs?"

Jafar did not move, which Alma believes may have been her husband late to sleep. His footsteps approached Jafar slowly, with a slight crouching he shook Jafar's athletic body covered in a plain black T-shirt.

"Mrs ..."

His originally closed eyes were now open-in the next second, Jafar and Alma's gazes meeting, as if the man was asking, "What's wrong?"

"Why are you sleeping downstairs?"

Jafar moved, taking a sitting position.

"What's the use of such a big bed, Jafar?"

Alma. After staring at the bed, he walked towards the dressing table, took out a pen and notebook, and gave it to Jafar. "My jawab. Write something here" said Alma.

"It will be very uncomfortable for you to sleep with men. After all, you had to hasten this marriage. So, let's just say that this is your room and I'm just a shadow here" Jafar wrote.

The pen and the notebook Jafar put next to him lay down. Even again he did not realize that sometimes what was written for Alma was a little painful.

Or it can be very painful.

"You said, be ready. And now you're suddenly talking about this marriage? ... If you're not comfortable, I can go back to the home and-"

Alma sat down, as Jafar suddenly touched his left and right arms simultaneously. He doesn't understand the meaning of all this.

"Please shut up."

As a wife trying to understand her husband, Alma read Jafar's lips. He was sure, Jafar was angry. Because he talks too much. Though he just wanted to ascertain what reason made Jafar sleep below and leave the spacious and soft bed.

"In fact, the one who feels uncomfortable in one room is you, Jafar. I wasn't. Please take off your hands, I'm going to sleep in the room--"

Jafar's right hand silenced the natural red lips. Alma fell silent, with widened netra. Maybe surprised. But how else? An effective way for Jafar to silence the mouth that is constantly talking is to use the hands.

"I'm asking you to shut up."

The movement of Jafar's lips was read again by Alma.

And a second later Alma jerked Jafar's hand which was curling his lips quite hard. "How can I be silent? Your own Ka-mu clearly denied my presence in this room ... Or even this house."

Jafar.

The pen and notebook were again taken by Jafar with a shrewd look Alma saw the man re-writing something. "I have never rejected your presence, Alma, in the least" Jafar wrote.

"Why do you have to sleep downstairs? The bed is yours, Jafar. Never pity me as if the life I'm living is sad" Alma said.

In fact, my life is very sad.

Jafar lowered his head, turned the paper in an empty notebook and wrote it down again for Alma. "Your feet hurt. I think body temperature is also increasing. The bed was quite wide, but I was afraid your legs would be crushed" Jafar wrote.

"You reasoned too much" said Alma and stood up slowly, walking towards the doorway.

Alma's choice is to get out.

Furthermore, Jafar will refuse for various reasons from logical to illogical. This marriage was indeed done suddenly, even just a marriage on the hands - which was only religiously legitimate. And perhaps the pesantren will misunderstand him when they wake up tomorrow morning from the house of Umm Salamah.

As Alma's right hand was about to hold the door algae, a large hand touched her little finger. The hand belonged to Jafar. The touch changed with the hand, then pulled slowly Alma to return to the room. What a net that Alma can now face with a long time why is it so difficult to read? Jafar seemed not to allow Alma to know his life more deeply.

"Detachable. I don't want to sleep in the ran--"

"Jafar .. thanks. Because you are willing to marry me," said Alma lirih.

...🌺...

One day being a devoted wife to Jafar, she had felt like a failure. Because for too long crying and a tiring journey made Alma just woke up - it was thanks to her in-laws as well.

"I'm sorry, Ummi," said Alma.

Ummi Salamah seemed to be shaking slowly. And took out a new mukena from the glass cabinet in the small mushola of his house. Then he rationed the two prayer mats parallel and looked at his daughter-in-law.

"What are you wrong? Why apologize, son?"

"A-alma woke up bad," replied Alma.

Ummi Salamah chuckled softly. "It's still morning not yet noon. After all, it has become a habit of Jafar waking up that early, son. You don't have to feel as if you're unfilial and shirking an obligation."

"Come, pray first! After breakfast, Ummi drove to the orphanage," continued Ummi Salamah.

As usual, prayers in imami by Umm Salamah. While Alma performed the prayer by sitting, his legs were left straight, so that the wound behind his robe did not rub against the floor.

Twelve minutes passed, all activities in worship were over Alma and Umm Salamah were done. There was also a front door open, maybe it was Jafar, or maybe Mbok who helped clean this residence.

"Wanna help Ummi cook?" ask Umm Salamah.

Spontaneous Alma nodded quickly. "Now, Ummi. But---"

"What?"

"Didn't Ummi cook every morning rarely? Because usually Alma who deliver food to Ummi and Ja-means Alma, Mas Jafar," said Alma.

Ummi Salamah nodded.

"Now, the woman who usually delivers food is in front of Ummi, so why do Ummi have to wait long? It's better to cook together with Ummi's son-in-law, right?"

Alma spontaneously coughed, Umm Salamah's speech made a little nervous. "Ummi rest. Alma's cooking."

"Ummi plan, want to go out for a while with Aini's diploma, to the market. Don't pa-pa' Ummi stay?" ummi Salamah.

Alma nodded. The two walked into the living room and saw Jafar had just returned home, Umm Salamah's gaze instantly sparkling. "You happened to be home, son. Temenin Alma cook, huh? Help him find the ingredients in the kitchen. Mbok said it came a bit bad. And Ummi plans to go to the same market Ustadzah Aini."

Jafar looks to nod.

Ummi has said goodbye. While Alma chose to head to the kitchen-sung awkward must be left alone by the man who has become her husband. Even he was really confused about what to cook? Where do Ummi put the vegetables and fish? Should he question Jafar in that detail?

"Do you need anything?"

A piece of paper was located next to the stove where Alma was standing. He looked up, looked at Jafar for a moment and replied, "Yes."

"What do you want for breakfast?" ask Alma.

"Eggs, can. Or whatever you can," Jafar wrote.

"Then, boiled eggs in soy sauce. Wanna?" ask Alma, again. This time he walked towards the refrigerator and took five eggs to boil, as it seemed that Jafar was willing to eat them.

From the outside came a loud voice and footsteps leading to the kitchen. Who else if not the man of tengil-Lutfan. "Assalamualaikum, new couple!"

"Mosur."

"Ihiw, Masha's God the newlywed. The cooking is tandem," seduced by Lutfan.

Alma paid no heed, as the focus was on turning on the stove. But when he turned around to take some herbs, suddenly in front of him there was Jafar.

"Why-you?" ask Alma.

"Astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah my eyes! My eye! Mas Jafar if bucin mah to his wife does not want to be seen by people, wear covered everything. Yeah, yeah, yeah! I'm waiting in the living room!" cerocos Lutfan's.

Lutfan gone. Jafar moved away, and turned to put a piece of paper on the table and followed Lutfan into the living room.

"Your veil is impaled" Jafar wrote.