Almahyras
Section 28 (1)

"I've forgiven you. Humans should make mistakes. I asked you never to repeat that again. Because now, whatever you say and do, it will always be my responsibility" Jafar wrote.

Alma. "Yes. Again I'm sorry, Jafar."

The kling!

The voice of Alma's device lying on the bed rang, indicating an important notification coming in. He picked it up and opened the lock screen, seeing who had contacted him

Auntie Flower

Alma dear, this is Auntie Flower.

Have you had an operation for a hernia?

Alma. How he should run the operation when he has not said anything to Jafar. She thought her husband's permission was needed to perform the operation.

^^^Fastly, Aunt.^^^

^^^Thank you for the money that Auntie gave you.^^^

^^^Alma will try to get the money

Alma's gaze stared at Jafar again, who was again busy with his laptop. Indeed he hesitantly wanted to say about the hernia that was in the stomach, he could not imagine how Jafar responded. Will it receive? Or other reactions?

Alma wanted to go back to Jafar, and say everything. But again the self-indulgence that could not see that such a big bed was in front of him - Alma's feet hit the wood where the bed was placed.

"ah! Ouch ..."

Jafar spontaneously looked up. He even ran to his wife. Jafar demands Alma to sit down, without permission, whatever Jafar is picking up the black robe his wife is using.

"Today I was so careless. The bed in the front is this big I just don't see" murmured Alma.

Pressed Alma's leg hit again. "Jafar! Do not be pressured, O Allah, sick!" lamented Alma.

"Sleep."

Jafar's lips read by Alma.

"Do you want me to fall asleep?"

Jafar nodded and helped Alma to lie down. Afterwards Jafar's small steps approached the dresser, opening the first drawer-where the P3K was placed. Jafar took betadine again.

"You want to give me that?"

Jafar nodded again and returned to a robe-which Alma was without using leggings in it. But for a second the robe was sucked, his wife touched his wrist, as if holding back did not want to be treated.

"Why?" Jafar moved his lips.

"Later first. It's sore. If you love me, I will scream in pain. Because the wound on the knee is peeling because of the bump earlier."

"What do you want?"

With his innocent gaze, Jafar turned on the fan and brought it closer to Alma's knee.

"So ... You take that for my knee?"

Jafar nodded.

"Let it dry and lose it?"

Jafar nodded.

Whose husband is this? She ... Why suddenly her behavior worried about gini, huh?

"You ... if the gini becomes like Lutfan," said Alma.

Jafar who had been focused on looking down and holding the fan, spontaneously looked up, with a quick shake he felt very disapproving of his wife's words.

"You look like you .. cu."

The little fan Jafar turned off. He took out a pen and paper and wrote something. "We are one family. But I don't at all resemble that spoiled kid."

Alma laughed a little. "Oh yeah? Have you never spoiled like Ummi?"

Jafar slightly retreated, took the betadine attached earlier on the table, opened it and gave a small drop on Alma's knee. He did not want to heed his wife's question at all - preferring to focus on treating.

Wh-why am I suddenly embarrassed?

Alma's hand spontaneously tried to justify his lower robe, but Jafar's quick hand stopped the action.

"have you? I want the game back."

Jafar shook his head and moved his lips. "Not yet."

"But that was it."

With a little bit of a bow Jafar wrote. "Leave open. If you close it will leave a stain on your robe. And again, don't you have knee-length nightgowns?"

Alma's heart suddenly fluttered. Even his face was warming up, he could only hope that Jafar did not see the red hue around his cheeks. The visible part of his foot is the knee and slightly down, as the sole and toes are covered in black socks.

"Pa-clothes sleeping? A knee?"

Jafar nodded and wrote another question. "You don't have any?"

Alma spontaneously shook her head.

"You wait here. I loan it to Ummi" Jafar wrote.