Almahyras
Section 29 (1)

"sorry. I think that's the only way, so you're quiet" Jafar wrote.

So I-I'm quiet?

Alma sighed softly. Which understanding did Jafar learn that silencing a wife should be by kissing her?

"I'm not asking you to apologize. I asked, are you angry? You disappointed? Do you think I lied to you?" ask Alma bertubi.

"What hug I can't explain everything?" write Jafar.

Alma.

"I understand your situation. There's not the least bit of disappointment, with you being honest like this. You already really appreciate me as your husband" Jafar wrote.

Alma.

"Why ... if in the end this hernia affects other things in my body?"

"What?" write Jafar.

Alma's hand touched the slightly protruding hernia - and stared straight at her husband's laptop screen. "Why if I can't give you offspring?"

"I don't think it's possible. From what I heard about the disease, it does not affect pregnancy as long as the woman suffering from it is not barren" Jafar wrote.

Alma nodded.

"I know. But any possibility could happen."

I heard a long breath from Alma. "And if in the end .. this hernia affects other things, including heredity. I'm begging--"

" ... Don't ever divorce me."

Jafar types with both hands. "Never, Alma."

"I believe."

While bowing justifying the blanket, Alma's hair children descend touching Jafar's right arm-as the two sit without distance.

"Tomorrow to take me to the hospital" Jafar wrote.

Alma nodded.

"Can I ask you something else? So that I can better understand you as a wife" Alma said.

Jafar was seen nodding, staring at the focus on the laptop screen displaying sales data.

"What kind of woman do you like?"

Jafar's hand stopped typing, as a question he thought was personal was suddenly asked by his wife - he looked at her gaze focused on Alma's face.

"That's a serious question. Why are you looking at me like that?"

Jafar looked back at the laptop-opening screen of Microsoft word and typed. "Women who can adjust in appearance."

"meaning?"

Alma understood Jafar's intentions, but that was not what he meant. "I get. But ... if in my room-mak .. my sud, i-it. You like what I look like?"

He threw away face. Reddened his cheeks when with his floor he spoke of the room.

"I mean yes, you like long or short hair. And do you think I should buy some nightgowns, too?" connect Alma.

A smile on Jafar's lips, the dressing table in front of them made Alma able to see that smile.

"Don't smile! I asked this seriously."

Jafar nodded by looking at the makeup mirror that reflected his annoyed and embarrassed face - with Jafar slowly pulling Alma's arm away in embarrassment. Then put the laptop on the lap of his wife who rested on a small pillow.

"Whatever I like. I prefer short hair. And sleepwear? I think I should buy that for you. Because it's very unlikely that you sleep with a robe every day, right?" write Jafar.

Laptop is slightly shifted to the right. Jafar searches on google which type of clothing is suitable for use by Alma.

"Why do you search on google everything?"

Netra Jafar catches maroon red nightwear knee-length without hands. For Alma this is too open, but it is very good, not to mention made from satin.

"Lingerie?" alma said as she read the writing below.

Jafar nodded-taking his gawai and opening the note app. "You likey?"

"Don't you like it?"

Jafar's forehead shriveled. Questions answered with questions? The habits of women that Jafar can never understand are something like this.

"Do you like it?" alma said, again, this time a little stammering.

"Like."

Jafar's lips were read by Alma.

"If so, yes ..."

Jafar typing. "Yes already? What's?"

"Yes-yes, I bought it. He said you like it."

Jafar typing, again. "Would you wear it?"

"I-iya that. If I don't wear it. Yes, I can't ask you to buy" said Alma.

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Note:

Because I've been feeling bad lately. So each part I divide by two; contains a range of 600+ or 900+ words. So if you combine 1000 words more.