Almahyras
Section 43

Alma awakens before Jafar. As is not the habit of her husband, again she wants to repeat staring at Jafar like early morning, sleeping both last night embrace each other. The touch given by Jafar never escaped his memory - yesterday was the very day he did not understand would happen. Just that afternoon he shared his love with Jafar, then suddenly there was a misunderstanding in the afternoon.

What is a household life like this?

Alma's left hand raised gently rubbed her husband's left cheek. Not even hesitant he approached to kiss the head and left cheek of Jafar.

"Maos ..."

"Mas Jafar .. wake up."

A smile printed on Jafar's lips, his hands raised against Alma's left hand which was still rubbing his left cheek. The originally imprisoned netra is now open slowly, to make these two people meet face to face for a moment.

"You're so tired, huh?"

Jafar nodded.

" ... Until this hour you just woke up."

"Yes, it's not dawn yet. Just usually Ummi says, you will go to the mosque early."

Jafar gets up-to-take a sitting position. He looked back several times, after which he looked at Alma for a moment which he thought was increasingly charming.

"Would you take a shower?"

Jafar nodded and picked up the device on the nightstand next to the bed, then opened the note application. "I want to ask you a question."

Alma's forehead shriveled. "What?"

"You have no intention of taking a bath with your husband, Alma?" write Jafar.

Please, he just woke up. And suddenly just getting this kind of question, he was surprised instead of playing. He even coughed, though he did not gulp water.

"Don't think as if I'm being inappropriate to you" Jafar wrote.

Spontaneous Alma shook her head. "e-don't. Ta-but you .. anu a-what? Shower together?"

Jafar nodded and went back to writing again. "You know all the things done together by husband and wife will be a reward."

But you don't have to shower together, do you?

Let alone a bath, i-it's just that we haven't.

"But .. sa-ya not mean nolak. Sa-ya's still menstruating, Mas." Alma looked embarrassed to continue her words. "Later if it's. We can take a shower together."

Afterwards Jafar stood up to the bathroom. While Alma rushed to the closet to remove the robe and hood, and clothes for her husband. Seven minutes passed by Jafar had come out of the bathroom, the smell of bath soap that her husband used filled this one room. Fragrant. Alma likes this scent.

"You go straight to the mosque?" alma asked when she saw that Jafar had been well dressed.

Jafar nodded.

As usual her husband stopped in front of the dresser, writing something there. After Jafar approached him and Alma greeted him with a kiss on the back of his right hand.

"I-I'm waiting at home."

What is waiting for at home?!

Ah, it's not clear to me!

Again Jafar nodded. After her husband's departure, her goal is now a dresser. He always wondered what Jafar had written.

"Usually when women are menstruating, it will definitely be in pain. So if you need something or want something ask me, Alma. Just call me. Complain everything to me."

His cheeks heated up, this small attention greatly made him float instead of playing. Whereas Alma knew that there was rarely a man to remember about things like this. Jafar is very different from the others. Or will all married women get this attention too?

The kling!

His cup on the bedside table reads a special notification that he uses for some people only.

Uncle Idrus again?

Uncle Idrus

If you can't, it's okay, son.

Don't force your husband, will you?

Uncle is always waiting for your arrival at the Shared Shop.

^^^Sorry, Uncle.^^^

^^^Alma has not requested permission to Mas Jafar^^

^^Insya Allah later around 6, Alma will soon give news to Uncle.^^^

Alma turned off the screen. Should have been before Jafar left earlier, he had to ask permission first. It was certain Uncle Idrus was waiting, he was the contact father he loved so much. Disappointing him was a mistake, but if indeed Jafar did not give permission even Alma knew it was something he had to accept without rebuttal.

"Right ... Alma. Ummi's son-in-law."

A red tinge reappeared on his cheek. The sound of knocking with the new call made Alma blush. I don't know lately, maybe because of menstruation he feels easily carried away. Until every thing that sounds foreign in the ear spontaneously it makes him shy.

"Dalem, Ummi" said Alma as she opened the door.

"Ma-mau Ummi's. Help what?"

Umm Salamah led him to enter the kitchen. After arriving at the table, there were so many arranged foods that were already inside the bushel.

"Let's help Ummi nganterin this to his house Mbok Isna, huh?"

Alma felt bad to refuse. Five seconds later he replied, "What's wrong with Mbok Isna why Ummi?"

"sickness. He's not feeling well, son. So Ummi wants to send food," said Ummi Salamah.

Alma mangosteen. "What time is Ummi?"

"Around six o'clock. Can you?"

Alma nodded. "God willing, Ummi."

"Yes already. Now Ummi wants to go to the orphanage first meet Umma Sarah. You can take care of the house, can't you, son? Until Masmu comes home" pinta Umm Salamah.

Alma nodded again. "Can Ummi."

"Later to say Masmu as well, Ummi went with Cak Yanto to his successor so no need to worry or think strangely."

Alma nodded again. "Yes, Alma will tell Mas Jafar."

Umm Salamah has said goodbye. Alma was silent for a moment sitting in the kitchen chair. Just last night he and Jafar made up, now all of a sudden he has to ask permission to Mbok Isna's house - which Alma believes there must be Dimas there. She knew Jafar might allow it but she felt she would no longer hurt her husband.

Azan dawn reverberating. Alma felt drowsiness to attack again, with his head on the table, his net slowly closed. Sleeping for a while is fine, right? At least with him sleeping here, Ummi would easily wake him up.

...🌺...

"Mr ..."

Alma felt someone touch her back, and wiggled her body slowly. "Mhrs ... Ma'am, no pa-pa?"

Netra Alma was wide open when she heard a familiar voice in the ear. Dimas! Spontaneously he stood up and as he fell asleep uncomfortably at the table, a second later he felt the object in front of him twirling around in a daze suddenly strike.

"Now pa-pa?"

Alma shook her head strongly, dodging from Dimas' hands who either really wanted to help or had other intentions.

"Why did you get in?" asked Alma on the sidelines of her dizziness.

Dimas' hand raised touched Alma's shoulder.

"Don't help me. I asked how did you get in?" ask Alma, again.

I heard a slow breath from Dimas. "I saw it from the kitchen window. I was afraid of why I came in. Sorry, Ma'am."

"Then you're out now."

It's really annoying that suddenly his stomach feels cramping. Though this is the third day he menstruates but somehow this pain strikes without cue and also at the wrong time.

"I want to ask why? Dizziness? Or is your stomach hurting?"

That brash hand was about to touch her again. But Alma spontaneously retreated until his back hit the kitchen wall. "I'm asking you to come out. I am doing well. Please come out" he said.

Dizziness was equaled with stomach pain many times over, Alma could not hold it until it fell down - which directly Dimas' hand rested on his upper stomach.

"Le-fitting. You're out," said Alma.

Mas Jafar, why haven't you come home yet?

My stomach hurts, Mom.

"My mother helped me stand up" said Dimas immediately received a slow push from Alma who did not even change his position. "Mothers seem to be sick. I don't mean anything I helped establish, Ma'am."

Don't mean anything? But your hand crossed the line touching my back and resting on my stomach!

"Detachable. I said freelancing. If you really intend to help, to ... long call Mas Jafar at the Mosque," said Alma who was as calm as pushing Dimas away.

Dimas shook his head strongly, keeping his cool helped Alma stand up. "I'll call Gus Jafar if you sit down. I promise Mommy."

"Please take your hand" said Alma, again.

Dimas nodded again. "I help you sit down."

"I can sit---"

A warm hand suddenly grabbed him from the left. Alma who had originally lowered her head in an incredible cry was now looking up. Jafar .. has come to take over the position of Dimas. The warm hand pulled Dimas' hand over his stomach. He did not understand that look at all. Her husband would definitely misunderstand seeing all this - more - more so the man dared to touch her.

"Gus .. I don't mean anything I just saw Mbak Alma---"

Jafar pushed Dimas hard enough that he could see Mbok Isna's grandson barely keeping to balance. From the side that Alma could see her husband's netra sharpening, Jafar must have been very angry or maybe now she was disappointing her husband more than anything?

"I say goodbye to Gus."

Note:

Gini doang. Later up again, POV Jafar, wait a minute? If it is not afternoon.