Almahyras
Section 29 (2)

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.

Netra Alma was wide-eyed when she saw on the screen that Jafar ordered five lingerie of the same color. "Jafar! A lot of it, anyway. Two is enough."

Jafar. So that made Alma take over the laptop and reduce the amount of lingerie-lantas clicking the message button.

"Pay at home" said Alma.

Jafar sighed. And after making the order, Alma returned the laptop to the owner. As soon as possible Jafar opens Microsoft word and type. "The color is good. I'd like to see you wear that dark red."

"You will be bored."

Jafar.

"All men are easily bored."

Jafar nodded as if agreeing. Then his right and left hand shrewdly typed the answer for Alma. "I agree. But there's no word of boredom for me when I see that color."

When you see that color?

So, he doesn't mean he'll get bored by seeing that color? Not because I'm the one wearing the color?

Weird ... You're weird, Jafar.

"See, I'm bored."

"We'll wait for the clothes to come. I want to see if you are bored or not after wearing it" Jafar wrote.

Should I ask, would you not be bored seeing me wear that color shirt?

"Yes," replied Alma who felt a little annoyed at not being able to take out her entire heart.

The azan voice of the pesantren Mosque stopped a small debate between them. Jafar closes the laptop and moves from the bed-taking sarong and skullcap neatly on the gray table.

"You want to go now?"

Jafar nodded.

"Yes already. I also want to get ready to pray the same Ummi. Ka ... What time are you home?"

Jafar approached raised his hand and was greeted with a kiss on the back of his hand by Alma.

"Hour eight?" ask Alma, again.

Jafar nodded.

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Alma and Ummi Salamah have finished performing congregational prayers. And now Alma was in the room of Umm Salamah sitting side by side on the bed.

"Son, you and Jafar are fine, right?"

Alma nodded. "Alhamdulillah, Ummi. Just fine."

"Jafar ... What do you think? After this one night of marriage?"

The two red hues on her cheeks again looked faint, for some reason her memory was anchored to the selection of the nightgown earlier. "Mas Jafar is good, Ummi. In .. a is also funny."

"Funny?"

Alma mangosteen, with a big smile.

"Funny how? Ummi has rarely seen his strange behavior."

With a big smile, Alma said, "Ummi saw the wound on Alma's knee, right? So earlier, Mas Jafar ngipasin luka Alma. So Alma kept asking, so you took the fan for a leg-to-me?"

Alma paused three seconds, almost he slipped using my word. "Keep Mas Jafar ngguk. So Alma asked again, let it dry and disappear about it? Mas Jafar nodded again Ummi. Where does his face look, like Lutfan."

Ummi Salamah. "Yes Allah .. There is a son of Ummi. He doesn't usually like that, son."

"Not to mention that he pinjem to Ummi's nightgown. What is Ummi confused about? He didn't answer. Yes Ummi love the pajamas ... Uh! He suddenly asked for a knee-length one" continued Ummi Salamah.

There was a knock from the main door. Umm Salamah was about to stand up, but Alma held back, allowing herself to open the door.

"Vaalaikumussalam. Find who, Mom?"

"She, Mom. Please come in."

Alma thought the baby lung woman was just herself. But it turns out that behind her is a young woman-who may be twenty years old with a black abaya as well as a gray pashmina, who looks flushed in her eyes. Is it possible that the young lady just cried?

Guests have been sitting on the couch. When he was about to enter the hallway of the room he met with Ummi Salamah. "Ummi, I think it's an important guest."

"Who?"

Alma. "The middle-aged woman is the same .. her child may?"

"Yes, Ummi is ahead. Would you please make some warm tea, son?"

Alma headed for the kitchen and struggled with a few glasses, as well as tea and sugar. After less than two minutes, everything was ready, he returned to the front. But just as he was about to exit the passageway leading to the front, he stopped and shook his head.

"Azizah is willing to marry Jafar, Salamah."

His heart rate seemed to stop for a moment. It hurt to hear the words coming out of the middle-aged woman's lips. No love. But in fact, he was trying-but somehow, in the midst of his efforts in trying to accept Jafar and this marriage. There are obstacles that he never expected.

"Isti, why is it suddenly like this?" ummi Salamah.

There was a sound of crying. "A-abi is sick, Ummi. Azizah is ready to marry Gus Jafar. In accordance with his request, to-please Ummi direct this marriage as soon as possible."

Ready married? W-what was Jafar's first match with the woman?

"Azizah .. but ..."

"Azizah will not dispute the situation of Gus Jafar, Ummi. Azizah will receive Gus Jafar. Azizah ri'da became Gus Jafar's wife, Ummi," Azizah argued.

Alma started walking. When he reached the living room, Umm Salamah's gaze was on him. He served tea to guests a little.

"Alma sat down, son," said Umm Salamah.

The tray that Alma carried was placed on the lower table, then he took a seat right next to Umm Salamah.

"Jafar is married" continued Umm Salamah.

The young lady-Azizah looked at Alma with a net of tear remnants on her cheek. "No way, Ummi ... At least we did not hear the news that the grandson of the owner of the Al-Hikmah foundation was married."

"Indeed. Alma and Jafar's wedding, will be inaugurated as soon as possible."

After hearing the words of Umm Salamah. The middle-aged woman called with Isti said, "Greetings ... What are you doing this right? Why didn't you tell us at all?"

Azizah shook her head strongly. "Everything's wrong Azizah, Auntie. Please don't blame Ummi like that ... Azizah was wrong, because Azizah had rejected Gus Jafar."

Rejecting? He also rejected Jafar?

"Jafar is married, Isti. You certainly know marriage is not something that can be played with" said Ummi Salamah.

Isti sighed softly. And Azizah continued to cry, Alma understood when the circumstances of the closest people were not good, it would be very difficult to control themselves. Even the feeling of all wanting will be able to.

"You know Salamah, that the marriage of Azizah and Jafar is the trust of your husband. But why did you suddenly marry Jafar without our knowledge?" said Isti.

Wh-amana? Is their marriage also a trust?

"How can I wait so many years until your nephew is ready to marry my Son, Isti? It's obvious, isn't it? The word waiting means rejection. You're hanging on to a wedding that was supposed to happen two years ago" explained Umm Salamah.

Two years? So he hung up this matchmaking for two years with no certainty?

"That's because---"

Azizah refuted, "Stop, Aunt Isti. Do not blame Umm Salamah. Azizah is wrong."

"Then ..." Isti looked at Azizah who was getting down and continued to cry incessantly. "Let Azizah be Jafar's second wife. Which today too, is married legally and religiously."

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Note:

Don't forget the slash without any explanation is Alma's conscience. And this chapter manages to be 1000 words more. Thank God my situation has improved.