Almahyras
Section 23: A Request As A Wife

...23: Request As A Wife...

"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.

Umm Salamah closed the door. Alma took off her veil-the beautiful jet-black veil, immediately scattered to the waist. His right and left hands crazily folded his veil into four pieces and after placing it beside the bed, he looked up.

His gaze collided for a moment with Jafar.

A moment later the man who became her husband cut off the view unilaterally, by walking towards the dresser. While Alma slowly got off the bed, walked up to Jafar and stopped right behind. And just as Jafar looked up, looking in the mirror, his net widened.

In-he's surprised?

Jafar lowered his head for a moment, about to walk to the side. But Alma's soft hand raised touched Jafar's burly arm.

"Jafar .. sa-ya sorry," said Alma lirih.

Alma bowed her head-causing the children's hair down touching Jafar's skin. The back of her husband's hand looked so much scratches, it was possible that the blood had indeed dried. But the wound will still hurt if not treated immediately. With a slow touch of Alma's hand, it crept down towards the back of Jafar-'s hand-and rubbed it slowly.

Must've hurt.

"I'm treating, huh?" asked Alma with a witty look.

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

And finished. The wound is closed.

Afterwards, Alma looked up slightly at Jafar and said softly, "At least, I don't feel ashamed. I just haven't been able to read the situation quickly, Jafar. I ... I do not know if it turns out that Father .. do not know about your current situation."

Slowly Alma took off Jafar's hand, put the P3K back in the drawer, and stepped closer to the bed.

"If I were ashamed, I would never marry you."

The edge of the bed is an option for Alma to sit, this room becomes a little smoldering because the coolant in the morning is used to being turned off. Her net looked straight at the closed door, and with a bitter smile Alma again said, "You said marriage is about pleasure. I would like Jafar to marry you. Like you who received this fishery because Ummi, I am the same, accept this marriage because of Mother."

"Jafar .. Why is it so hard for you to accept yourself?"

Alma paused, sighed slowly and went back to saying, "A-do you think the people around you can easily accept your current situation? ... Naw. Especially Ummi, I'm sure he'll never be able to."

A single tear dripped down his left cheek. Alma didn't know what made her feel claustrophobic. "But at least the people around you are trying to accept. Ummi, Umma and Lutfan. They are all trying to keep up with you, they are all trying to end all your suffering. W-what in the least can you not appreciate their efforts? ... By accepting yourself?"

Duck.

Alma avoided Jafar who had been standing in front of her, not knowing when her husband's gentle footsteps were not heard.

"Every human has flaws. Even I have never escaped from the lack of it," continued Alma lirih.

Jafar suddenly crouched down, the man's hand raised rubbing Alma's gentle mane slowly sideways touching his wife's right cheek and wiping the still dripping tears continuously.

"I'm sorry about you" said Alma Lirih.

It was as if she knew that her husband-Jafar was pleading for a deep apology for all wrongdoings. Jafar's swipe went down past his shoulder, downhill again and stopped at Alma-lantas' wrist in his slightly rosy stance that covered his wife's wrist.

Reddened.

Jafar has really hurt Alma.

"Later the red-red will disappear on its own. It's also not too painful" replied Alma as if knowing all the questions her husband wanted to know the answer to.

"Aah!" alma groaned as Jafar deliberately pressed against her flushed wrist. "Don't pressurize. It hurts."

"Ka .. You don't keep quiet. I-this I brought a pen to the book," said Alma after sitting next to Jafar.

Is he still angry?

"Oh yes, I forgot. Your hand is hurt, must be hard to write, huh? Yeah-have nothing to write, your hands will hurt," said Alma, again.

When Alma was about to stand up again returned the pen and notebook. A second later, his arm was pulled slowly by Jafar, but suddenly Alma lost control. He fell in Jafar's lap.

"Astaghfirullah's. I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

With all the apologies that Alma repeated, Alma stood up from Jafar's lap. And head for the dresser again, then get the pen and notebook on the spot.

Astarghfirullah's.

Why did everything fall, anyway?!

"Sa-I'm sorry to get out."

As her steps almost reached the door, Alma stopped. He touched his head, remembered that he had removed the veil, and placed it beside the bed. So should he turn back and take the veil near where Jafar was sitting?

Embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, ma-you take that."

Their gazes clashed. Jafar seemed not to understand that his wife needed a neatly folded veil near the bed - and with a very difficult netra Alma read Jafar constantly looking at her.

"Sit down."

Jafar's lip movements read by Alma as he got closer about to take his veil.

"I want to go out" replied Alma.

Alma did not heed Jafar and wanted to turn around and wear a veil. But that second was also Jafar's swift hand movement, holding him back. Alma fell on Jafar's lap.

"Ja .. far" said Alma lirih as her husband's hand turned down to touch her slender waist.

Jafar lowered his head, brought his face closer to his wife's side neck and slowly Jafar eroded the distance between himself and Alma, getting closer. Until that warm hug felt.

In-he hugged me?

Slowly Jafar's right hand was raised to the child's hair covering Alma's front neck, and just then Alma heard Jafar's breathing. Even the quiet atmosphere of this room made the two of them able to feel the heartbeat with each other.

Wh-why?

Wet neck?

In-she's crying?

"Mrs ..."

No movement from Jafar. In addition to tightening his embrace at Alma's waist and getting closer to his wife's neck.

"At least, you don't have to regret what you did. I-I'm fine." Alma paused by gently rubbing Jafar's back hair a few times. Even occasionally Alma's right hand touches the ear, to the side of Jafar's face. Then he said, "But I asked ..."

"As a wife."

Alma said, "I want my husband, to accept himself .. as I and the people accept you, Jafar."