Almahyras
Part 21: Jafar Treatment

...21: Jafar Treatment...

"Your veil is impaled" Jafar wrote.

Wh-what?!

Alma spontaneously lowered his head, seeing that the veil lent by Ummi Salamah was indeed struck. It even showed a little neckline front.

"Astaghfirullah," muttered Alma.

His left and right hands hurriedly confirmed the veil. Then he walked towards the wooden cabinet, with a little tiptoe taken spices. After that Alma sat in the kitchen wooden chair by slicing garlic, onions, tomatoes, cayenne pepper and red chili in sequence and put into one, but he gave a limiter.

"It seems that one of these obligations must be right, and not neglected anymore" murmured Alma.

After she was in the kitchen. Cuisine for Jafar has been served at the dining table. But her husband has not been seen until now. Even the sun had risen into the cracks of this house, Alma chose to sit around waiting. Umm Salamah has not yet returned from the market.

The srek!

The sound of sandals rubbing against the rough ground mixed with fine sand, making Alma's view point to it. It turned out to be Jafar who took off his sandals, entering the house through the back door - which may have been her husband and Lutfan had been feeding some of the fish she had been raising.

"Would you like some breakfast?"

Jafar nodded, then raised his two dirty hands, giving a sign that the man needed to wash his hands.

"What's rice---"

Alma's words came to a halt, as Jafar took over his plate. Like no need to be served by a wife, Jafar took his own rice, followed by taking a side dish himself.

"After eating, I want to talk to you, Jafar" Alma said.

Jafar put down the spoon, and took out a pen and notebook in his pocket. "You eat too" he wrote.

"I'm still full."

Alma's reply made Jafar spontaneously put back the spoon, as well as cancel the rice feed in his mouth. His right hand rewrote a note for Alma. "I want you to eat."

"I'm full."

"You want to make me look like a bad husband?" write Jafar. This time he changed his seat, to get closer to Alma.

"I don't understand what you mean, Jafar."

Jafar slightly pushed forward the plate of food, then he scribbled a slightly long sentence to Alma.

"My principle in marriage is to be together. If I eat, you should eat too. Is it hard for you to feed me for breakfast?" write Jafar.

Alma sighed softly, her hands taking the plate, spoon as well as the rice and side dishes. "I want to eat. So finish your breakfast."

Jafar continued eating, as he saw his wife begin to slowly devour his breakfast. And being obedient is not really the nature of Alma, but what else? Jafar is her husband, and she must obey.

Five minutes later, breakfast was gone. Jafar suddenly picked up Alma's former food plate, and it spontaneously made Alma say, "Let me wash."

Jafar did not heed, continued walking towards the sink and washed the dishes and Alma's cooking container. After everything was over, Jafar again sat-drinking a mouthful of mineral water.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Alma had read it, and shifted again her husband's notebook. "About this marriage" replied Alma.

"What's wrong with this wedding?" write Jafar.

Sighing softly and bowing in as much effort as possible Alma replied, "You accepted this marriage ... Because what?"

"Ummi."

I can guess for sure because of Ummi.

"Thank you, Jafar. At least you do not refuse a marriage that suddenly occurs. I don't know any reason you're taking all this." Alma looked up, just then the two looked at each other for a moment. Jafar decided unilaterally by looking the other way. Alma said, "How do you think about ... me?"

"Women of choice Ummi is the best" Jafar wrote.

In the end, all the things that Umm Salamah chose for you will always be considered good.

"I asked your view of myself, Jafar. It's not about the women that Ummi chose" Alma said.

"Aren't you Ummi's choice?"

Alma knows. But can Jafar not understand? All she needs is Jafar's opinion of her who has now become a wife. Does it fit with what Jafar wants? Does he look worthy of Jafar? And all the other questions that filled his mind.

"Yes. But I want you to judge me as you normally would judge a woman" Alma replied.

Jafar wrote again a reply that took about a minute longer. But this time, not by giving a notebook. Jafar tore off a piece of paper and stood up, putting down a reply for Alma and leaving the dining table.

"Never ask me to judge someone. Because I think it's inappropriate. My view of you? ... You are a good woman. It makes me feel unworthy to be your life partner. But if I can ask Alma, never end the relationship you started on your own" Jafar wrote.

After reading it, Alma looked to see if Jafar had actually left the dining room. A piece of paper from Jafar's reply, folded up so neatly, Alma got up from the chair and headed for the room - opening the sling bag she carried that night, then keeping the piece of paper inside.

Maybe this piece of paper can be a reminder, so that I can think clearly before deciding to end this newly established marriage relationship.

"elma ... Son, Ummi's home. Where are you?"

As soon as Alma came out of the room, when approaching the voice of Umm Salamah. "Alma's here, Ummi."

"Have you had breakfast, son?"

Alma nodded. "Already Ummi, Jaf .. ehm Mas Jafar also have Ummi."

"Alhamdulillah."

"Ummi want breakfast? Alma aliin, huh?" bargain Alma.

Ummi. "No need, son. Ummi just happened to have breakfast at the place to eat subscription Ummi same Ustadzah Aini."

Alma just nodded.

"Ummi take you to the orphanage, make your belongings," said Ummi Salamah.

"Later Ummi, Alma could grab the items herself. Ummi ran out to the market, Ummi must be tired."

Alma refused. And he approached the living room table, taking what his in-laws had bought from the market. Starting from spices, meat, vegetables and others.

"Where are your friends, son?"

Alma's forehead shriveled as Umm Salamah asked like that.

Your mass? My? ... Jafars?

"A-anu Ummi Mas Jafar came out. Alma did not ask where he was going" replied Alma.

Ummi Salamah shook her head and slightly clucked. "Children are habits, going nowhere is not permission. Now there is a wife who needs to know where she is going. Jafsa ... Gafj ..."

"Mu-maybe he went to the boarding school, Ummi."

Hearing Alma's words has a point. Jafar-kids used to surround the pesantren in the morning, whether walking down the classroom, the park, seeing the children practicing, or wherever it is, it is, it has become a habit of Jafar not to be able to stay still in the morning.

"Maybe yes" said Umm Salamah.

Alma entered all Ummi shopping into refrigerators and dry storage. He stood up, and followed Ummi Salamah sitting on the gray sofa of the living room.

"I'm sorry Ummi took a shot of it."

Alma. "No Ummi, what's ngerepotin? Alma himself who wants to help Ummi really."

A smile was clearly on his face. Pause five Umm Salamah said, "Alma ... does Jafar treat you well?"

"Ummi can see for himself, that the son of Ummi is a good man" replied Alma.

This time, Umm Salamah shook her head. "Not from what Ummi saw. But from what you see and what Ummi can't see."

"meaning? Alma slightly did not understand Ummi's intent."

Umm Salamah sighed softly and said softly, "What son of Ummi ... treats you well in the room?- I mean Ummi, in any corner of the room, when you two are. Is Jafar .. behaving badly?"