Almahyras
Section 37

Saturdays. At about ten o'clock and fifteen minutes, Alma, Jafar and Umm Salamah had just returned from the hospital. Doctors had hernia surgery on Wednesday at a city hospital.

Thanks to the support of Umm Salamah, Umma Sarah and also Jafar-husband. He was willing to undergo surgery, he dispelled his fear, and closed his eyes to the bad memories he had been through.

He felt like he had someone who loved him back.

All seemed to come back again, although not entirely happy, although again there was a storm that passed, Alma felt it was okay. Because he believed Jafar and Umm Salamah would always be there for him.

"Excuse me, package."

Alma, who happened to be in the living room, received the package - which contained sleeping clothes.

"Thank you, Mum."

Umm Salamah came from the hallway of her room and sat down next to Alma. And asked, "What package, son?"

"A-ah i-it's Ummi a-anu clothes. Mas Jafar .. he bought clothes," replied Alma.

Ummi Salamah's forehead shriveled. "Dress? ... Sleepwear, huh?"

Withstanding the embarrassment Alma just nodded slowly. From the hallway of the room came the footsteps of Jafar, who was seen walking towards him and taking a seat across.

"His nightgown package has been received, son. You bought for your wife?"

Jafar just nodded.

Umm Salamah was getting clearer and Alma was getting red withholding, could-be asked again, clearly he had already answered. "U-ummi, excuse me for going to the kitchen."

Besides being thirsty, Alma also wanted to wash her face which had been flushed red from holding back the embarrassment. "Ummi shouldn't be that clear. Uh! Shame," he murmured.

Dugh!

The sound of chairs bumping into each other made Alma take a look. Jafars? Her husband had sat down and was constantly looking at her with a non-stop smile, as if he was the perfect object to joke about.

"Well, why are you smiling?"

Jafar.

"Why did the package come so fast? Wh-where does it happen to be Ummi. I-I would be .. embarrassed."

This time it was not a smile, but a small laugh that Jafar showed. His right hand was raised, asking Alma to come closer by sitting on the side chair facing directly at him.

"What?"

Jafar slightly lowered his head typing something in his gawai for about fifteen seconds and asked Alma to come closer again to read. "Why should I be ashamed? He's in-laws. And I also told Ummi that you ordered sleepwear. So that the package doesn't misplace the reception."

Wh-what?

Ja-so Ummi knows?

Be ashamed of me!

"You told Ummi not to talk to me first anyway! I'm ashamed, Mom!"

All complaints that start and end with a continuous word of shame Alma said incessantly. Jafar who originally intended to flirt again, now he just smiled thinly and typed.

"We did nothing profane in front of Ummi. Why should I be ashamed? You're getting weirder and weirder all day" Jafar wrote.

Swearful?

Yes yes, no!

B-but that lingerie ... Uh!

"Udah is." Alma pursed her lips, wanting to sulk for a long time. But he canceled when he remembered something and said again, "What time will Cak Yanto come here? He said he wanted that photo? Make the wedding, blue background?"

"The letters are also written to Ummi, right?"

Jafar shifted his seat into sideways and typed. "All is done. Important letters have been given to Ummi and invitations have also been printed. Which is not just a photo and also fittings clothes."

"Fi-fitting?"

Jafar nodded small.

"I don't think I wear that."

Alma read with Jafar typing. "It should be like that, right? If you don't want how our marriage to be the happiness of these people will look real?"

"I .. yes. But ..."

Inside the Jafar note app pause and type again. "Do you think it's too much to live with?"

Alma did not react.

Jafar re-typed. "If you wear too many clothes. I'll ask Grandpa for his watch and other waivers."

Spontaneous Alma shook his head strongly. "Bu-not that I mean, Mas. Sa-i just .. not too comfortable if long in the crowd."

"I know wedding receptions are crowded, right? It can't be lonely, even if only our extended family comes. But .. yes-yes no pa-pa. You don't have to ask for that kind of waiver to Grandpa. Insha Allah, for our wedding reception later .. I am willing," continued Alma.

Sounded Jafar sighing long typing back. "I don't like to see you push yourself like that, Alma. This wedding is for both of us, and if you feel uncomfortable. How can you be as happy as the people present?"

"How do you want to go, Mom?" The gazes of Alma and Jafar clashed for a moment before a second later Alma broke up. "Asking for relief is just as I refused Grandpa's request."

Jafar nodded in disagreement.

"Ring is not the same as Alma's rejection. From the beginning you have agreed, Grandfather will understand you, too" Jafar wrote.

Both corners of Alma's lips lifted, a thin smile looking so awesome for Jafar to look at. Why did his wife suddenly smile? This originally serious conversation became to throw smiles at each other.

"Why are you smiling like that?" write Jafar.

Alma shook her head slowly.

"I just did not expect ... could have a husband like you, Mas," said Alma.

Red hue suddenly appeared on both cheeks Jafar-elah, praise and smile Alma this time right make him feel embarrassed and pounding incessantly. Even spontaneously Jafar looked down evading his wife's gaze.

"Why you?"

Alma's soft hand touched the left side of her husband's cheek. "You ... blushed?"

The touch turned into a gentle swipe as Jafar suddenly shook his head. Why is her husband so worried? "Don't duck that way. I'm not going to mock you, okay."

"From you hold my hand."

" ... What if I hug?"

Hearing an offer from Alma at once Jafar pulled his wife's waist-near her face to the neck of the side-level as usual. The roar of breath and the heart can both feel simultaneously.

In-hew why do I like to hug my gini? Not to mention the sniffling around the neck.

Jafar's hand pulled Alma closer, and the two's embrace grew tighter. "Mas .. Don't be so tight. We're in the kitchen."

Jafar just nodded.

"Easy, huh? Undeterred. Someone will see."

Jafar shook his head not wanting to let go of the embrace on Alma's waist.

"You know .. This kitchen is usually a pretty common place, right? I was scared all of a sudden-"

Brak!

"Astaghfirullah my eyes! Oh God what the hell is this? Mas! Oh God! Inget Mas inget this kitchen!"

Leisurely without panicking like Alma, Jafar let go of his warm embrace-lantas staring at the rancid bully flatly.

"Lu-lutfan? Mardiyah's? You need something here?"

Mardiyah nodded without a Lutfan as she looked at Jafar and Alma hugging each other earlier. After all, unnatural-that is only the cry of the rancid who seems to catch wet people are doing indecent things.

"gotly? Excuse me first. Do not just enter," said Mardiyah ketus to Lutfan. And turned to look at Alma before opening the freezer. "sorry. We're disturbing."

"A-ah e-not Mar. Are you here to tell Ummi or what?"

Mardiyah raised her hand pointing at Lutfan. "He took the initiative to take you both for photos. We also photograph it. So you're both, aren't you?"

"Se-now?"

Mardiyah nodded.

"I've changed my clothes, Mar."

After that Jafar pulled Alma slowly to enter the room. The door was completely shut and Alma looked at Jafar in annoyance.

"I was really embarrassed. I'm panicking. Why are you so relaxed, Mom?"

Jafar shrugged both of his shoulders and lowered his head to write in the notebook lying on the dressing table. "Why be ashamed before such bullies, Alma? What Mardiyah said was true. Lutfan entered without permission. So who should be ashamed of it's me or him?"

A bully?

He thinks his cousin's sister is a bully?

Fuck up!

"Yes it is. I'll change my clothes first."

...🌺...

"The most obvious is a photo of a new marriage. Eh Mas has married a new photo first," said Lutfan.

After so many photo experiments to match the wishes-Jafar, Alma, Lutfan and Mardiyah came out of the shooting spot. Accompanied by several rants from Lutfan, all of them entered the car.

"Your mouth, Lutfan," said Mardiyah.

Lutfan's hand lifted, put his thumb and thumb together, then pulled from the tip of his left lip to the right. "Udah. I was the key. I'll be diem, Mar," said Lutfan.

The car drove past the urban-Alma looking at the tall buildings back and suddenly he frowned. Realize it seems this is not the way to orphanages or pesantren.

"Lutfan, where are we going?"

Mardiyah replied, "To the house of Ustadz Hasan."

Without Ummi?

So ... Is Lutfan really angry?

In-he really-does not want Mas Jafar to relate to the woman again.

So he finished it this fast?

"Everal ukhti. Take a long walk. And Mas Jafar too." Lutfan's gaze shifted for a moment to look at Jafar and back again to the road. "Sampean wouldn't mind, would you?"

"Watching the sick. Why would Gus Jafar mind? Obviously not, Lutfan," said Mardiyah.

Lutfan nodded. "Take a. You also told Ustadz Hasan that the granddaughter of the oldest Al-Hikmah foundation owner was married."

Don't tell ... This is Lutfan's sudden plan with Mardiyah without Mas Jafar's approval?

Alma took out her clothes from inside the bag. Then open the messaging app to send Jafar a short message.

^^^You don't want to go to Ustadz Hasan's house, do you?^^^

^^^I asked Lutfan to cancel if you do not want to go there.^^^

The kling!

Mas Jafar's.

Let it.

We're already on the road.

Alma. Re-entering his dress.

So early on, you're not really ready, are you? To meet that woman, let alone the father of that woman?

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Note:

Thank you for all the support. Sorry if there is a lack of me in writing or updating the story. God willing, if I can I will update every day, but if not I will ask one day not to update. Please be prepared to wait. Because I did not want to force myself, I was afraid that if I forced it would affect the quality of my story and writing.

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