Almahyras
Section 30: About That Trust.

"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."

Netra Alma. "What did Mom say? How can you force my husband to marry your niece?"

"Nobody's forcing, son. This marriage has been determined before your marriage and Jafar happened" said Isti.

"Enough Isti. You can say goodbye if your business with me is done" said Umm Salamah.

Azizah shook her head strongly, touching Umm Salamah's hand tightly. "Azizah please Ummi ... Please ... please Ummi tell Gus Jafar, if Azizah's marriage promise will not affect her relationship with his wife."

What the fuck is this woman?

"You. Aziziah. Stop begging like that. What you said was wrong" Netra Alma turned sharply to the crying woman sobbing and kissed her in-laws several times. "What did you say? Your marriage won't affect my relationship with my husband?"

"That's a lie, Azizah. As a woman, of course, you know what is the most influential thing in the marriage relationship" continued Alma.

Azizah looked at Alma in amazement. "W-What do you mean?"

"Inner forgiveness. You obviously know, don't you? Jafar is a man who understands religion, for him the inner living of a wife must be given. And what did you say? You promise that your marriage won't affect my relationship with Mas Jafar?" Alma looked down with a bland smile. Then he said, "I don't believe it, Azizah. Because whenever I won't share."

"Except ... Mas Jafar himself asked me directly," continued Alma.

"You speak outrageous. Like never taught alone," said Isti.

Alma smiled briefly in response to Isti's words. Then he said, "The thing about the household must be resolved firmly. It's not outrageous ma'am, it's just my assertiveness in responding to people trying to cross boundaries."

"And I apologize if there is a bit of a tone that sounds harsh and sharp" continued Alma.

Azizah's hand to Umm Salamah loosened. Azizah slowly rolled back her body and removed the remains of tears on her cheeks. "Anything in the least, Ma'am has no compassion for me? My abi is sick, Ma'am. And my Abi request from a long time ago was to marry Gus Jafar."

"If you knew your father's request long ago was that. Why do you obey him now?" ask Alma.

Azizah sighed a few times, as if losing in the Azizah debate silently silent. And for a second I pulled him up.

"Greetings, we will return, discussing Azizah's marriage to Jafar. I will come with Mas Hasan and my husband" Isti said before leaving without saying goodbye.

Isti and Azizah have left. It sounded Umm Salamah sighing many times, sort of inexhaustible with the tension that had just occurred.

"Sorry Ummi, son."

Hearing the apology that was thrown, Alma could only shake her head.

"He was Azizah, the only daughter of Hasan and Hasna. The woman who will be married by Jafar, if there is no accident," continued Ummi Salamah.

"How old is he, Ummi?"

"Twenty-one years" replied Umm Salamah.

Guess I was wrong ...

Two years ago, didn't that mean he was nineteen?

"Sir Hasan is Ustadz, Ummi?"

Ummi Salamah nodded. "Yes. He's a friend of Abinya Jafar too."

Lose. Alma feels like a stranger again, his assertiveness is just a speech. Because as it is, he really does not want to share his own with others. Azizah turned out to be the son of an Ustaz, especially Ustaz was a friend of his in-laws. So what else is less than the closeness and privilege of Azizah with this family?

Alma sure there isn't.

Azizah is the daughter-in-law who must be very Umm Salamah craved.

"In ... a perfect, huh Ummi?"

Ummi Salamah replied, "Ummi doesn't need a perfect son-in-law, if he can't accept Ummi's child. Why would Jafar marry her?"

"At first, Alma did too, right Ummi?" lirih Alma's.

"As Ummi said, marriage is not something to be played with." Pause three seconds, Alma looked at Ummi Salamah and again said, "Regarding Alma's decision to ask Mas Jafar to marry Alma suddenly it was not a decision without a plan, Ummi. Everyone, Alma had planned, that on the day of the wedding, Alma wanted Aunt Maryam present."

"Ummi understand, son."

"So Alma hope, Ummi never thought that Alma married Mas Jafar because of the forced."

Umm Salamah shook her head strongly. "At least Ummi never thought like that, son."

"Alma believe, Ummi." Three seconds later, Alma turned his eyes to the tea at the table. "Alma has spoken to Mas Jafar about this hernia, Ummi. And Mas Jafar ... will also take Alma to the hospital tomorrow."

"Alhamdulillah. Faster better, son."

I heard the main door knock. Jafar has come, and netra Alma catches that the wall clock has shown eight o'clock at night over five minutes. At least Jafar came home, not coinciding with the arrival of the young woman-Azizah.

"It's night. You rest, son? Let the doctor's decision tomorrow about your surgery can be determined as soon as possible" said Ummi Salamah.

Ummi had said goodbye to entering the room. While Alma brought back the tea that was not touched earlier, made one place and put it in the refrigerator. After washing dishes and used glasses of tea, Alma followed Jafar to the room.

"Who was the guest?"

Alma read the notebook that Jafar gave her on his lap. Leaning her back against the bed, Alma replied, "The middle-aged woman is like her niece."

Jafar's forehead shriveled.

Alma stood up, picked up the knee-length nightgown that Jafar had lent him, then headed to the bathroom. Three minutes later he sat down on the edge of the bed and Jafar handed him a notebook.

"Guest Ummi?"

"You and Ummi's guests."

"Speak about what?"

"About the trust of your marriage to his nephew" replied Alma.

Jafar's forehead shriveled. Then he stood up to pick up the laptop, then came back after Alma sitting on the edge of the bed - his hands were good at typing something. "Aunt Isti and Azizah?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Jafar put his laptop next to the bed. He was about to move, but stopped because his arm was touched by Alma. "You want to go to Ummi?"

Jafar nodded.

"Don't bother Ummi, Jafar. You know Ummi needs a break, not to mention .. earlier he welcomed guests who came without being invited," continued Alma.

One minute there was silence. Until Jafar's hand re-typed accompanied by Alma who saw him until the age. "Don't misunderstand something you don't know what the truth is?"

Delete Jafar button long press. Then he re-typed. "I'm ready to answer any questions you're going to ask, Alma."

"You know that your marriage and that woman is the trust of your brother?"

Jafar seems surprised - which is where Alma believes that he really does not know about the true trust.

"You don't know?"

Alma smiled bitterly. "My marriage and yours have been arranged by Aunt Maryam and Ummi. At my mother's request, Aunt Maryam found a man worthy of my marriage."

"And it turned out ... Aunt Maryam chose you as my life companion. But stupid ..."

Alma's breath felt increasingly crowded, when he learned the hidden facts about Jafar's past. "Either I was, either Aunt Maryam. Who knows absolutely nothing about your first matchmaking which is the direct trust of your Abi."

"Abi never mentioned for sure what name of the woman I should marry. He only spoke that I should marry the woman of Ummi's choice" Jafar wrote.

Alma shook her head slowly.

"I don't know anything about that trust. But ... are you really going to marry that woman, Jafar?"