Almahyras
Part III POV Jafar

I hurt him.

Even acting like a heartless human being.

What a big lie. When I say that I accept everything that happened until now. Many years have passed, but it is very difficult to accept the fate that should happen.

Be ill.

I feel useless.

And just be a burden to others.

I was a fool, unable to hold back the burning emotions in front of him. The woman ... had just lost, so I firmly treated her badly. Will he forgive me? Even several times he had already spoken that his hands were in pain.

But what?

I actually write.

The cold shower still could not make my mind improve. My memory again rotated where I roughly clasped his wrist. If Ummi had seen, that very second a loud slap would have hit my cheek.

Forty minutes passed, I wanted to leave the bathroom. But I hesitated a little, I would never look him in the eye again. Has Alma left this room?

I opened the bathroom door slowly, and saw that the surroundings of the room were quiet. But just two steps out, I saw Alma lying on the bed sleeping on her back to the bathroom - which was exactly, her back to me.

The sound of the bedroom door knocking. It seemed that even Alma would not wake up, I walked slowly towards the doorway and opened it.

"Jafar, where's your wife?" ask Ummi.

I opened the room door a little wide-showing Alma who was lying down.

"Sleep?"

I nodded.

Ummi was about to come in and get closer, but spontaneously I held him back.

"What are you? Ummi wants to come in see Alma, why does he look so pale" said Ummi.

Pale?

W-did I really scare her?

Without further restraint, Ummi entered the room - with a slight bow he stroked the side of Alma's left cheek. Fifteen seconds from what I counted suddenly Ummi turned around, looking at me strangely.

"You guys got into a fight?"

In the end, there was nothing I could hide from Ummi. Even about the quarrel that I started myself, because the emotions were not restrained he had known.

"Say, can't you answer?"

I remained silent.

"U-ummi, what's wrong?"

The voice was heard from Alma. He woke up, maybe Ummi's voice was loud enough to disturb his sleep a little.

"You happen to wake up. Ummi wants to ask, did you guys have a fight?"

He lied ... Truly Alma, you will never be able to lie to Ummi that easily. He knows more about me than you. And he would easily know anything about me without being required to speak.

"Why are your cheeks wet? Are there any tears as well? You're crying, right? Look at your eyes too" said Ummi.

Alma looked down for a moment, heard him sigh slowly and looked up again to look at Ummi and said, "Alma only misses Aunt Maryam, Ummi."

Ummi's face is back. His netra became shady and a few moments sad, staring at Alma with pity. I said that you were great, the matter of our quarrels he would never know.

But I know that your cry not only missed Aunt Maryam, but it also symbolized the pain of my actions.

"Son .. Don't believe it. Later your chest hurts again, do not lament, Your aunt must be sad to see you cry continuously," said Ummi.

He looks shaken. "Alma's just kangen Bibi bentar, Ummi. God willing, Alma will not cry anymore."

Ummi scored a thin smile, the same age stroking the head of Alma, he said again, "Should, if you want to sleep do not need to wear a hood, son. It must be uncomfortable, anyways in this house that men only Jafar, and if in any room you two just."

"Yes, Ummi."

Only such a short answer he gave to Ummi. I really didn't force him to open his headgear when we were going to sleep in one bed. All according to his comfort.

"Yes already. Ummi's out, you're sleeping again. Get enough rest. Do not forget the hood is removed so that sleep is comfortable," said Ummi.

A second Ummi closed the door, that second he opened his veil - his long jet-black veil immediately rolled up to his waist. She ... looks dazzling. Suddenly, the look he had originally focused on looking at his veil turned to look at me, so I immediately broke off unilateral eye contact.

I walked towards the dressing table, put back, pen and notebook into the drawer. Really I was lucky, because Ummi did not have time to see the marks of my punch that destroyed the barrier of the wooden wall.

As I looked up, looking in the mirror, my net widened. She ... stood behind me. Wh-what did Alma do? I looked down for a moment, then wanted to walk sideways so I could avoid it. Suddenly, the soft hand touched my arm.

"Jafar .. sa-ya sorry," he said.

I was wrong.

Why should you apologize, Alma? Please forgive me, I became a very bad person for treating you so harshly.

The touch of his hand crept down toward the back of my hand - which I had used to hit the wooden barrier. And with a slight look down, he looked at the wound that looked like a scratch on my fingers-and then rubbed it slowly.

"I'm treating, huh?" ask with lirih.

She demanded I step back to sit on the dresser chair, then opened the second drawer taking P3K there. And slowly he gave betadine to the scratches on the back of my hand, followed by the fingers, after which he took a bandage, then closed the wound with a neat twist.

And finished. The wound was closed.

"At least, I'm not ashamed. I just haven't been able to read the situation quickly, Jafar. I ... I do not know if it turns out that the Father .. do not know about your current situation," he said in stammering.

I was wrong Alma, because I couldn't accept myself. Even ignore everything about others, and rush to misunderstand you.

Please .. forgive me.

Note:

• don't forget, if the other is fire, the other must be water. And in the household (from what I heard) do not have to be the wrong one who apologizes, all problems can be resolved just in case one of them can be a tranquilizer.

Re-generate?

• I will love POV Jafar at certain moments, which is really needed. Next Part 23~