Almahyras
Section 5

...Part 5: Knowing Everything....

"I also do not want to marry a woman who has bad words like you" Jafar wrote.

The girl's netra was wide-eyed. Every now and then he sighed, his right hand still touching the veil of bergo syar'i that was pierced by the wind. After the cold swept over Alma's beautiful face, quickly his left and right hands tore the white piece of paper. The originally slow footsteps changed quickly and the nether was staring at a trash can beside the Pesantren gate. Then he threw the paper and walked away.

"It seems like a bad thing you've seen from me, Jafar," muttered Alma.

The kling!

The notification was heard from the device in Alma's pocket. He immediately reached into his pocket and unlocked the password and saw who sent him a short message.

Aunt Maryam

Aunt is waiting for a call from you, Alma

Call aunt immediately

Alma only read that short message. At the press of the small left-hand button locked and he presses the button again, the device is revived seen digital clock shows at 07:15 WIB. Inayah and Kirana must have gone to school, remembering the task of delivering the sisters of the orphanage handed over to Salsa. Want it to feel at all times Alma drove both sisters of his own and the task of delivering this food was suspended for a moment.

Alma looked down at the writing on the iron of the building he was living in today: Al-Hikmah Orphanage. Then he looked back straight. And for the sake of fulfilling Aunt Maryam's request to immediately call her footsteps a little hasty to visit the room.

After being completely in the room. Alma took off the veil not to forget before she locked the room of her patch. His right hand picked up the device in the pocket of the game then skillfully typed the name of Aunt Maryam on the contact and clicked on the call button.

"Assalamualaikum, Alma." It wasn't until five seconds that the call was connected. Alma believes Aunt Maryam is really waiting for her to explain everything.

"Waalaikumussalam, Auntie," replied Alma.

"elsa." Aunt Maryam again called out her name.

"Yes, Bi."

I don't know why Alma suddenly heard Aunt Maryam's voice turn smaller and a little hoarse. "Auntie no pa-pa?" ask Alma.

"elsa." Again what Alma heard Aunt Maryam calling her name.

"Yes, Bi. Alma is here" replied Alma.

The sound of coughing sounded quite loud in this call. Aunt Maryam did not heed Alma's question, the voice that had originally only called Alma's name continuously turned into sobs.

"Auntie," said Alma holding her breath for a moment hearing a soft cry from across.

"Alma why are you like this, son? Why did you hurt Umm Salamah? Aunt put you there so you can take care of it. But how can you behave badly---"

Alma who had originally straightened her legs again sat up straight and cut off Aunt Maryam's words. "Bi, Alma's grown up. Alma is an adult, I shouldn't have to have these orphanage people take care of me" Alma said.

"Yes. You're a big boy, Alma. You are no longer a 14-year-old teenager who will cry if not accompanied for a while."

The words of Aunt Maryam made Alma's mind revolve around the past. He began to sink again at the bottom of the grief early in the year where he felt he really needed someone in his life. No more relatives willing to support this orphaned little child, just Aunt Maryam - as a friend of her mother who is not gifted a child has been willing to bear all her life.

Alma took a breath for a moment. His right hand touched his chest which somehow felt tight as he remembered the lowest point in his life. The beautiful Netra began to glaze over and her eyes felt full of water a second later soaked her cheeks.

"A-alma doesn't like to be restrained, Bi," Alma said.

"Did your aunt ever forbid you to play? Has Aunt never fulfilled the things you asked for? Did Auntie ever ask you to call Aunt Mom? Everything is to your liking, Alma. Auntie's been all she can give and about-"

"Alma doesn't want to get married" Alma said.

Sounding from across Aunt Maryam let out a long sigh. Then Aunt Maryam said, "Why Alma? It was all your mother's request, not Aunt's. Didn't you yourself say that you wanted to be a filial son"

"Alma doesn't want to, Bi. Being filial does not have to be married," argued Alma, again.

"That includes filial piety, Alma."

Tears had completely soaked both of her cheeks. Alma paused for a moment to take a breath, this conversation was too much of an emotional drain. Alma couldn't even continue.

"Ummi Salamah and Jafar are good people. Do you feel inferior if you have a husband who can't talk?" continued Aunt Maryam.

"Everybody wants to have a perfect partner, Bi." Alma did not actually answer Aunt Maryam's question with rejection, but with clarity.

"You're right, Alma. Do you think people who have flaws like Bibi and Jafar don't deserve to be happy?"

"Jafar can't talk and Bibi can't have children. Aunty and her are not the same, Alma? Life has outlined a fate painful enough for Auntie, Jafar and so have you."

Aunt Maryam paused for a moment. Then he said again, "Was just accepting the shortcomings of others going to complicate your life?"

"No."

"Then why do you still refuse the trust that your mother has given to Aunt Alma?" ask Aunt Maryam.

Aunt Maryam would never understand all the heartbreak Alma was feeling. He just finds it hard to trust someone, feeling that he is not sure if there is a man who actually accepts him.

"Until now Alma has not dared to .. to conduct the operation, Bi. La-lu what if the doctor-"

Aunt Maryam refuted, "Umma Sarah and Umm Salamah will accompany you to the hospital."

Alma's heart is beating fast. When I heard the two names called. Did Aunt Maryam say all her current conditions to Umm Sarah and Umm Salamah? Alma felt that it was best for this matter that only Aunt Maryam and she only knew.

"Bi-bi told you?" ask Alma.

"The day you arrived at the orphanage. They already know everything" Aunt Maryam replied.

...🌺...

Really the hospital is a place that Alma will never want to visit again after the death of both parents. Even twenty-two years old he did not intend at all to approach the place again. Whether for the typical aroma of drugs, the sound of ambulance sirens and all the cries heard when the doctor recorded the date of death of the patient, enough to make him feel a deep sadness.

"Umma knows everything, Alma" said Umma Sarah.

Alma. Her beautiful Netra stared straight at the wooden door of the orphanage office. After the call from Aunt Maryam ended Salsa suddenly came to Alma's room and told her that Umma Sarah wanted to meet her. Alma could not resist, for it was enough that night that she was uncivilized to Umma Sarah.

"Umma go to the hospital, okay?" continue Umma Sarah.

Alma. "Alma's afraid, Umma."

Umma Sarah who was originally sitting opposite Alma is now standing, walking towards Alma and starting to rub the head of Alma gently. "What are you afraid of, son?" said Umma Sarah.

Alma was amazed by the actions of Umma Sarah. And just last night he had heartily wounded his brother-Ummi Salamah. How can one forgive the mistakes of others so easily?

"What if after surgery ... it turns out that .. i-it affects something else in my tu-buh, Umma?" said Alma.

Netra Umma Sarah looked at Alma with sadness. And a three-second pause Umma Sarah said, "We are not medical calm who can guess what will happen after the operation, Alma."

After saying that Umma Sarah walked to the office door and then closed the door did not forget also locked. Then walking to the side of Umma Sarah's right hand pulled the window cover, while her left hand pulled the hanging light blue curtain. The office that was originally in the light is now dimming because all the light vents have Umma Sarah covered.

"Umma can see your stomach?" umma Sarah.

Netra Alma heard the words of Umm Sarah. He was shocked and embarrassed. How could he have pointed his stomach in front of Umma Sarah? Even to just show it to his mother-in-Anggraini, he was so embarrassed. Perhaps the reason was the age of Alma who had grown up in adolescence. And now when he is an adult, of course, more embarrassed and feel do not want anyone to see the state of his stomach at this time.

"Umma wants to see" said Umma Sarah, again.

Alma. "A-alma's ashamed, Umma."

"Umma just wants to see how your stomach is, Alma. Just a second, okay?" Again Umma Sarah tried to persuade.

Alma looked at Umma Sarah who was standing before him. Then he replied, "Alma's stomach remains the same, Umma."

Umma Sarah breathed a heavy sigh. Of course Alma is a mature woman, she should feel ashamed. "You're not letting Umma see?" ask Umma Sarah.

Alma.

The thing that makes Alma feel inferior is when others have known what he has been hiding. For more than eight years he hid everything. But as smart as he tried to keep it still it would not really be a secret forever.

"Then Umma asked." Umm Sarah paused for three seconds, then said, "To be precise, what disease is it?"

Alma who was down now looked up to look at Umma Sarah. Then he said, "Hernia umbilicalis."

Note:

• How come the name of the orphanage is the same? The answer is, because one foundation-kayak one ownership that you know, so the orphanage belongs to Umma Sarah and the boarding school belongs to Umm Salamah. And the fact says that he-he was a biological brother. Sisters.

• halodoc: An umbilical hernia is a condition when a section of the intestine protrudes out of the navel. This condition is generally experienced by infants and is not dangerous. However, umbilical hernias can also occur in adults. Umbilical hernias generally disappear on their own after a baby is one or two years old, but can also last longer. If the umbilical hernia remains until the child is four years old, it is recommended to undergo a surgical procedure.