Almahyras
Part IV POV Jafar's

What the fuck? Why is it this close all of a sudden? I just asked him to practice a polite call, I didn't ask for some kind of warm hug. She's getting closer and smiling sweetly, you look dazzling, Alma. But why do you have to be this close?

I was afraid I could not help myself.

"Mas Jafar ..."

His voice was very soft. Turns out he was deliberately whispering-I won't let go of you that easily Alma. My right hand restrained his waist, until he rebelled and fell on his back in bed with an endless laugh.

"Deliver, Mas! You hold my waist hold me. You know that? I'm ticklish!"

Amusedly?

I often touch her waist when we hug. Did he forget? Or is it pretending? I laughed along, even catching up to sleep on my back next to him.

"You're funny to know?" he said with laughter still heard.

My right hand lifted and changed the sideways position to embrace her. The veil he used was already irregular because of the laughter and the candlestick that never stopped.

"Delivery."

Even more surprised, he was also nervous. "You like my hugs a lot."

Evidently.

The part I like the most is your embrace, Alma.

"Ja-don't come near, Ja-Mas!"

He was a little stammered, I do like to hug you and infiltrate your side neck, Alma. You are sweet, and I like it. Even he still wrongly wanted to mention my name again without the word 'Mas' in front of him.

His laughter expanded again when he suddenly took a position to tickle me. Seeing him like this makes me happy, at least, he forgot about Azizah's problem. Even forget the sadness about the passing of Aunt Maryam.

"Haaaah ... tired! Hitherto. Later mbok berdengeran same grandson, Mas."

We go back to our original sitting position, I type something for him. "Why indeed? No problem at all for me. Anyway we didn't do anything, Alma."

The net looks wide. "Not a problem at all for me? Yes yes! No problem for you, Mas Ja .. far! But trouble for me. Huh, ah! Hear that? Want this, there you go back to the mosque."

"I will send a message to Salwa to pick you up" I wrote.

He's nodding. "Yes. I wait."

After that, send a short message. I walked towards the closet taking a brown envelope containing some money-lantas sheets giving it to Alma.

"This what?"

"Open."

I pursed my lips, of course he would understand.

"Money? W-is this much?"

I smiled and sat back on the side by typing on the phone. "For you."

"What-does what?"

"Welcome from me. Sorry if not how much" I wrote.

He looks strong. "What's not how much? For me, this is more than enough. Thanks ... Mas."

The vibration on the phone made me take my eyes off of Alma. A lutfan? Why is he constantly angry? There is nothing to explain in detail about Azizah.

Lutfan

Finish Friday with me to talk to you.

^^^Yes.^^^

"Who sent the message? Salwa?"

I'm shaking.

"I want to change clothes first."

The vibration from my phone was again felt. I'm sure Lutfan is again! Just sec. Number not familiar? Not Lutfan, even sending messages using regular numbers, not in the messaging application.

08571xxxxxxx

Gus Jafar Assalamualaikum.

I have made a big mistake, because I once said a rejection to Gus. Really Gus, at that time I was just a girl who just grew up. Can Gus not understand? All I know at the time was just having fun.

Gus Jafar, please forgive me.

Abi's illness was getting worse, he really wanted me to marry Gus. Is there no mercy for Gus?

I promise, after marriage I will be a good wife to Gus. I will devote my life to Gus.

Please Gus. Marry me. Keep that trust.

Azizah.

Why would Azizah have to send a message like this? Very inappropriate. Does he even know my phone number? He really ... crossed his line.

"Mas Jafar ... My mother!"

"You're so serious. See what you are?"

I'm shaking.

"The snow hasn't come yet, has it?"

I'm shaking.

"Udah azan also ... I wait for Salwa in the living room. You go there, afraid you will be late," he said.

...🌺...

Isya is over. And I was sitting in one of the chairs next to Banyu and some other students. Lutfan's not coming, he's not done with his job at the outlet.

"Gus congratulations on the wedding," said Banyu.

I just smiled and nodded. And stare back at the phone when you see the incoming message from the application where it-turns Lutfan.

Lutfan

What's up, Mom?

^^^Solve your affairs as soon as possible.^^^

^^^Mas also wants to talk to you.^^^

"Assalamualaik."

My eyes shifted to that voice. Dimas. He came with a few people including me.

"Gus Jafar," he said and sat to my left.

What a coincidence. I also want to talk to him for a while. My hand opened the note app on the phone and then typed something for Dimas.

"Dimas please I ask, do not enter the kitchen suddenly like that. If you are thirsty, ask Mbok Isna to take it. Because now the house is increasing one more occupant. That is, my wife. Please understand this" I wrote.

Dimas nodded even slightly lowered his head a few times. "Express, Gus. I'm sorry too. I don't know if Gus is married. I also did not intentionally ignore him. I'm sorry Gus."

I nodded with a smile and typed. "Don't overdo it like that, Dimas. I just want you to understand the new situation at Ummi's house."

"Regard, Gus."

Event after event began, until the end of the event closed with do'a. I stood up first, for a moment to help the students to clean up the waste from drinking and food.

"Already, Gus. Sampean is back. Half let me be the same other santri who settle."

I nodded and passed away - instead of being disrespectful I really wanted to meet with Lutfan directly - who earlier said he would be waiting in front of the house.

"Mas!"

I walked up to him, unlocked the door of the house, then went in first and took a seat on the gray sofa of the living room.

"So why did the Azizah come again Mas?"

I turned on the phone screen, opened a regular message and showed a message from Azizah to Lutfan. A few seconds of reading, I saw the look on his face change - he looked upset.

"Crazy! What the fuck?!" Lutfan put down the phone and looked at me sharply. "Sampean wouldn't bother asking him, would he?"

"When we get to marry him. It's totally outrageous!" continued.

I took my phone and typed. "I will never be able to share myself with another woman. I already have Alma, Lutfan."

"It's good that way. As if Mas realized, as unwilling as Mas not to eat the same request he brought the trust from Uncle."

I paused for a moment and re-typed. "But Ustadz Hasan seems really sick, Lutfan."

"If we stay we look. Sampean jenguk Ustadz Hasan brought Alma. Let him know that this Mas is really married."

I do plan like that, Lutfan. But it was hard to meet him again - meeting with Ustaz Hasan would only remind me of Abi.

I was just scared of falling. And forget the words I promised Alma and Ummi not to marry Azizah.

"Actually I'd like to ask you."

Our views are clashing. What does Lutfan want to ask?

"Don't love be like Alma?"

I looked at him flat. Your question is too personal, Lutfan. I turned on my phone and typed in to answer it. "What is the basis of marriage is always love?"

"depends. But I think it's Mas."

I type. "Love or not to Alma is my business, Lutfan. You don't have to interfere too deeply with how I feel about him."

Lutfan threw up his laughter.

"Is it hard to answer yes? Is it hard to answer? It's too complicated."

There were noisy steps and a familiar voice from Salwa. Alma's coming. It was fortunate that my conversation with Lutfan was over.

"Eh! On collecting! Assalamualaikum!" exclaim Salwa.