Almahyras
Section 33

"So Alma, if ever you let me down. I will try to understand your situation. I won't be angry before I listen to your explanation. But if I'm negligent please remind me, as a wife reminds her husband," Jafar wrote.

"How does a wife ... remind her husband?" After saying that Alma looked up-and-back looked at Jafar who was smiling. "Then .. if the situation is reversed. Please also remind me as a husband reminds his wife."

Again Jafar just smiled.

"I want to see your hand" said Alma, drawing her husband's hand.

"The wound is dry. Not sick?"

Jafar.

"Never hug yourself again, Jafar."

Jafar replied with a note. "I can't promise."

"I didn't ask you for an appointment. I just ask you never to hurt yourself, Jafar. I know how angry you are. You can never hurt a woman, but .. not by hurting yourself like this" explained Alma.

Alma saw her husband looking up at the ceiling of the room in the view by Jafar so clearly, occasionally heard a sigh.

"You heard me talking, didn't you?" ask Alma.

Jafar nodded and lowered his head to write a reply for Alma. "You know, Alma. Men are difficult people to control their emotions. I always try not to hurt the people closest to me. But I can't try not to hurt myself."

"Don't that mean you ignore yourself? ... Don't be like that Jafar. Being concerned about others is right, but ignoring yourself is wrong" Alma said.

"You say it as if you never attach importance to others."

After reading that Alma saw Jafar chuckling softly, as if hurting himself to protect others was trivial.

"Sa .. me?"

After three seconds he said again, "I never attach too much importance to others."

"Women are always unaware of sacrificing their own happiness for the happiness of others" Jafar wrote.

"I-you mean?"

"We're the same, Alma. Maybe the difference is that you think more about the happiness of others. While I think more about not hurting others," wrote Jafar.

Alma looked down for a moment. She had understood what her husband meant - by looking back at Jafar, Alma said, "The happiness of others you mean is the happiness of Father, Mother, and also Aunt Maryam and Ummimu, Jafar ..."

"Stay away. Besides yourself. Those are other people. I am also someone else."

The notebook remained in Alma's lap. Because Jafar stood up to pick up his laptop and again sat next to Alma with the laptop open displaying Microsoft word.

"So, don't ever ban me as if you've never put anyone else's importance on me."

"This marriage is everyone's happiness."

"You know that marriage is everyone's happiness. Even the sacrifice of your happiness. Then how could you say that night that I should marry Azizah?" write Jafar.

Alma bit her lower lip - she understood she was guilty, which Jafar said was true. But for him the trust of Jafar and Azizah's marriage also included the happiness of his father-in-law.

"Your marriage to her is Abi's happiness."

Delete Jafar button long press and a few seconds later he type. "It seems obvious, doesn't it? You are too concerned about others. And also ignore yourself."

"Even Abi she's sick. You think I can do that?"

"This time you forget the happiness of one man, Alma. Do you know how I felt when you suddenly said that I should marry Azizah?"

Jafar sighed slowly-clicking the enter button and re-typing. "I feel hurt."

"I understand that the marriage we live in is without love. But can't you appreciate me trying to accept this marriage too?"

Alma smiled bitterly.

"This marriage .. has only been running for two days. W-but why is this so painful?"

Three seconds later, Alma said, "Thank you, Jafar. Even it turns out .. You are also trying to accept this sudden interwoven marriage."

Jafar put the laptop right next to him, the net turned into shade and stared at Alma continuously.

A faint smile was etched on Jafar's lips, slowly he approached his hand infiltrating Alma's waist and pulling her in a hug. Even again Jafar rested his head on the neck beside Alma.

Fortunately, this time my neck was covered with a veil.

"You tired?"

Jafar.

"liks. Usually people who come home from work are tired." Alma suddenly laughed, he was stupid why ask? Her husband is definitely tired. The soft swabs that were originally on Jafar's back turned to the back of the head. "Do you want an incandescent?"

Jafar.

"Usually people who just came home from work, like to be offered that. How do you not like it, huh? ... What do you want? Eat?"

Jafar nodded again. This time the hug on Alma's waist tightened, even more Jafar infiltrated deep in his wife's neck - deliberately anyway, Jafar removed the veil that blocked it.

"Don't pull that, Jafar. This veil has needles, what do you do about it later?" said Alma.

The veil was removed with the help of Alma.

"Why-you?"

Again Jafar shook his breath Jafar heard in Alma's ears, even his breath felt in the neck, Alma not uncomfortable. But a little awkward, and .. shy.

"Jafar loose .. sa-I'm tired in-hugging kayak gini."

Tired?

What kind of reason is Astaghfirullah?!

Stupid alma!

The hug came off as Alma complained of fatigue. The reason is not clear, but at least it can take off a hug-real make it comfortable.

The laptop that was next to Jafar was taken again and he typed something. "I'd rather be hugged when I'm tired."

"Huh? Wh-what?"

"You were the one who offered a hug. Now you're complaining of fatigue because I hugged you?" Jafar laughed, and continued typing. "You're weird, Alma. Am I hugging her too tightly?"

Alma. "You're-you're-"

There was a knock from the outside followed by the voice of Umm Salamah who called many times.

"Navad ... Alma .... Ready, son?"

Alma hurriedly stood up to pick up and put on her back-opened-door veil and smiled faintly in front of Ummi Salamah.

"U-ummi, today .. I think it was delayed first. A-alma does not feel well" said Alma.

Netra Ummi Salamah widened, her hands raised touching her forehead and down to her daughter-in-law's left and right shoulders. "What's sick, son?"

"A-alma cu-ma feels a little dizzy, Ummi."

Ummi Salamah understood, it must be because Alma cried too much last night. "Oh my God, son. Ummi makein Tea, same porridge would, huh?"

Alma nodded. "Thank you, Ummi."

The door closed back. Alma took another seat beside Jafar. "sorry. I forgot to tell Ummi earlier."

"You rest. I loaned Ummi some more sleepwear."

After reading Jafar's spontaneous writing Alma shook his head strongly. "Don't! You're making me ashamed to borrow a nightgown to Ummi continue."

"When will the approximate sleepwear come?" write Jafar.

"Yes-yes I don't know. Estimates of the time were sent before the fifteenth, really," Alma replied with eight.

Jafar smiled briefly and re-typed. "You're a freak. Why should I be ashamed of Ummi? Obviously he's your in-law, Alma. Even just to borrow a nightgown are you embarrassed?"