Almahyras
Section 41

Alma's beautiful Netra opened slowly, as usual when she woke up, Jafar-sang's husband was not beside her, if she expected that maybe this was past the dorm time. The air conditioner has been shut off, not since when. And as usual, the blanket used was stuck there and here due to his irregular sleep.

Alma took a sideways sitting position. And just as his hand was about to grab the device located on the table, his net caught a piece of paper there.

"From Mas Jafar?"

"I'm sorry when you woke up I wasn't next to you. I have to go to the outlet and I think I will go home after the magrib" Jafar wrote.

Alma mangosteen. "I don't think you're here. I'm really embarrassed because of that."

He turned to look at the bed that was quite a mess. As soon as possible he tidied up slowly, and after that he walked into the locker-room to change using his robe and hood.

"It turns out it's five o'clock more" murmured Alma.

The kling!

Gawai Alma who was at the table displayed a notification. He approached and took the device, his forehead shriveled when he saw the incoming message from Salwa which was accompanied by a picture.

Salves

Assalamualaikum Sister-in-law!

Here-here I bring some examples of clothing choices that are suitable for Kak Alma.

1.

2.

3.

4.

So, which one do you like? The four that I choose according to the same types of big brother. Gradiation let me like a princess so graceful.

Alma smiled at the knots of her hands wily replying to the message.

^^^Waalaikumussalam^^^

^^^All Sisters like it.^^^

^^^What's it like?^^^

Salves

Yes already!

All of them!

Gasss

I can have the boutique make all the hijab versions.

^^^Becanda.^^^

^^^ Number one is simple.^^^

Salves

I am serious, brother!

But number one is good bet fits that same big brother.

One more number what?

^^^Four.^^^

Salves

Okay noted.

I will stay measured

To the button later the same I'm with Auntie huh, brother?

But that's where my school is on holiday, huh?

^^^Yes.^^^

^^^What will I wear customary clothes?^^^

Salves

His custom clothes have been chosen Umma with Aunt Salamah, as well as Aunt Sarah.

Later to the boutique see, very cute Oh God!

^^^If so thank you for the info, Adik Ipar.^^^

^^^Udah first, Brother has business.^^^

The screen is dead. Alma took a seat at the bedside. If you think about how much the luxury clothes look budget, huh? He just felt that all was too expensive, the wedding reception he asked for was simple - it didn't seem to be such a simple event.

No problem for Alma. But is it okay for Jafar? Reception clothes with the same model without arms alone are very expensive, especially if in the hijab model will be how expensive? Wedding reception is only four weeks counted from now, all readiness has reached ninety percent, of course, just spread out invitations and dress fittings.

Alma's small steps out of the room when she heard a knock and greetings from the main door. Because it looks like Umm Salamah is also leaving.

"Assalamualaikum Ma'am."

Mbok's grandson Isna?

"Vaalaikumussalam. What's up?"

Dimas smiled knot. "Anu Mbak sorry I was told Mbok to take his goods that were left behind. Sorry to bother you, Ma'am."

"What stuff? Let me get it" said Alma.

"His little bag. It's black. Mbok said he missed out on the kitchen" Dimas explained.

Alma nodded and asked Dimas to wait outside. While he entered the kitchen looking for the item in question, but up to three minutes never found. The table, dining rack, and others he had explored, but where was the little bag that Mbok Isna meant?

For a few seconds he tried again. Yet still failed. Alma resigned-it is better to ask his own grandson who is looking for him.

"I didn't find the bag. Are you sure you missed here?"

Dimas nodded. "Express, Ma'am. Mbok said so."

Alma breathed. "I've been looking since I didn't meet. But it's like it's not here."

"Can I find you?" ask Dimas.

Alma nodded. "Please."

"Meet?" ask Alma.

Dimas. "Still not yet, Ma'am."

"Ja ... Where is it, huh?" alma said by approaching and looking around also that table and others.

When he was about to get back on his feet and turn around Alma was surprised instead of playing-Dimas right behind him.

"What are you? Please mun--"

Dimas suddenly smiled and refuted, "Gus Jafar ..."

His position that stood back to the door could not see the arrival of Jafar. Even Jafar's footsteps were too light, until he himself did not notice it. He approached Jafar.

"He came looking for Mbok Isna's bag, Mas," said Alma.

Jafar just nodded with his flat gaze.

"Alhamdulillah. Have met, Ma'am. Gus, thank you, I say goodbye," said Dimas.

Alma's forehead shriveled. Though he had searched several times near the dish rack but did not find. While Dimas could find that? He thought maybe, the grandson of Mbok Isna better recognize the layout of this kitchen, because it has been many years here.

"Say you come home ba'da magrib?"

Jafar walked towards the refrigerator-taking a drink and sipped a glass by sitting on a wooden chair.

"Would you like to eat?"

Her husband paid no heed at all. Jafar breezed away to the room and she followed her husband, until the room closed again.

"You're tired, huh?"

Jafar's breathing sounded heavy. Even the beginning in the kitchen until the room there is no smile shown for his wife.

"A-are you mad at me?"

Jafar pulled out his gawai and typed something in the note application. "Do you deserve to be like this, Alma? What the fuck would you allow Mbok Isna's grandson to enter the house when there is no Ummi and me here?"

"I don't mean it, Mom. I don't want to keep quiet going in. I searched for the bag but did not meet, so I asked him, what is really here? He kept asking to find it for himself, yes. Sa-i izini, after all she's been here a lot helping out in the kitchen, right?" alma.

Netra Alma who was alone was staring at him never get a reply. Jafar prefers to duck to type again. "Often, that doesn't mean it's that easy to let him in. What were you thinking until you couldn't find the item she was referring to?"

"Sorry."

"I'm not apologizing from you, Alma. And what the fuck was that, your distance from her could be that close?" write Jafar.

Alma's memory was back in the kitchen. He also did not understand how Mbok Isna's grandson was suddenly behind him. "Sa-I don't know either. I'm also surprised suddenly he's behind me, Mas."

"You knew? That close distance makes me misunderstand you, Alma. I wanted to get angry and reprimand the man, but because of my miserable circumstances. I could only look at him" Jafar wrote.

You talk about your situation again, Mom. Why do you have to be like this?

Azan magrib reverberated-heard it made Jafar stand up to pick up a change of clothes in the closet and enter the bathroom. Seven minutes later Jafar finally came out in neat clothes, her husband paused in front of the dresser and looked down to write something on a piece of paper.

"Maos ..."

Jafar paid no heed as Alma was about to kiss the back of her hand. The man walked away without looking at it.

The dressing table is Alma's goal now. She wanted to see what her husband had written.

"Please explain to me, Alma. How can I not misunderstand you? Have you ever thought about the feeling of a disabled man seeing his wife in a room with a normal man?" write Jafar.

Netra Alma glazed. This is his mistake. Why else would Jafar feel like this? What Mardiyah said was right, she should have been more careful. Similarly, written by Jafar is also true, it is not appropriate for a wife to allow foreign men to enter the house without permission from her husband.

"Sa .. I don't mean it, Mas" said Alma.

...🌺...

Until eight o'clock at night Jafar did not come home. Alma waited for her husband by sitting on the balcony of the room-the stuff of times would be seen from here. And every minute that passed Jafar was never seen, the specks of rain and cold hit his face and body covered with thin-robe-that he used at home.

Why hasn't Mas Jafar come home yet?

Alma looked down at the device in her hand. She hesitated to contact Jafar, fearing to disturb him when he was busy. But the worry has surrounded itself, waiting for the news of the lover.

Digital clock display, at 20:30 WIB. It was getting late but the awaited ones never arrived. The rain was getting louder, while the beautiful netra looked straight he saw a man who was waiting for him was running in the rain.

"Mas Jafar ..."

Alma hastily exits the room-before it carries a towel and welcomes Jafar in front of the main door.

"How come you don't use an umbrella, Mom?" alma said by giving a towel to Jafar.

The clothes used by Jafar only wet the top only. He received a towel given by his wife, and then walked into the room first.

You don't want to see me, Mom?

Alma followed in with her shoulder face, it was a little painful to see Jafar reluctant to look at her as usual.

"You go straight to sleep? Don't want to eat?"

Jafar who wanted to lay his body stopped, for a moment he looked at Alma then took a pen and paper and wrote something. "I'm tired, please let me rest, Alma. Please understand me."

"But you ate, didn't you?"

Jafar nodded back at Alma.

I don't know Alma didn't know Jafar was really tired or also bersamai disappointed because of Dimas' problem earlier. He admitted that he was wrong. It's even so wrong. He walked towards the bathroom-changing sleepwear.

While he wanted to join in bed with Jafar, his device on the nightstand read a message notification from the app.

Uncle Idrus?

Uncle Idrus

Alma dear, tomorrow if you have time to go to the tavern? Uncle wants to see you, son.

^^Insya Allah, Uncle.^^^

Seeing the short message from Uncle Idrus, it suddenly made him miss Aunt Maryam.

Aunt ... Alma is married.

The ring on her ring finger was touched. And he slightly turned to look at Jafar who had been lying down. He wanted to tell Aunt Maryam, his mother and father how well God would allow him to have a husband like Jafar.

Thank you Bibi .. for finding Alma a husband as good as Mas Jafar.

Alma joined in, facing Jafar - her arms raised to embrace her husband.

"Sa-I want to hug you, Mom."

A three-second pause Alma said softly, "I know I was wrong, Mas .. please forgive me."

Note:

• maryam has a shop. Didn't forget, did you?

• image taken at Printerest.