Almahyras
The Part V POV Jafar

"I say goodbye to Gus."

Ja. You better leave before I get out of control you're gonna get out of this house just not okay.

I looked at Alma who was grimacing in pain. I was disappointed again. Why should I see something like this? It's not even your distance anymore that close to that damn guy, Alma! Not even your hands, which the man touched too much and crossed the line! I'm sick! I want to hit him, Alma!

"Maos ..."

Why are you crying? You know my weakness is that. I want to be angry, but it's hard to ignore you.

"Mas sa-yeah .. ah!"

He was about to sit down again on the floor. W-Is her stomach hurt? Even he looks pale. As soon as I lowered my head, I lifted him up - brought him into the room and slowly laid him there.

"Mas ka-you---"

His words stopped when I suddenly touched his stomach. As I looked up, I saw the veil he was using was snapped and two buttons over it were opened.

That right? Before I came, you and him didn't do anything, Alma? All questions filled my mind, and again I was prejudiced against you. I have to how is Alma?

I took a pen and paper on the bedside table, and wrote there. "Your stomach hurts?"

He's nodding.

"I'll boil some water for you" I wrote.

I went out to the kitchen and immediately boiled the water. Once I was sure it was really boiling I poured the water into a glass glass and went back to the room.

"Thank you, Mum."

I took a seat on the edge of the bed, and saw him brewing the hot water slowly.

Whether you have denied, I don't know if I'm late, Alma. I really don't understand how Dimas could enter this house? Even as I walked in, I could clearly see a very unnatural closeness between the two of you, and you didn't seem to reject that touch either.

Why, Alma?

"Mas .. sa-I don't know why he's suddenly inside the house."

Didn't know? How could? Obviously the only one at home is you.

He looked at me with tears flowing back. "Sa-ya fell asleep in the kitchen. And when I woke up I saw him in front of me. I-I really don't want him to go in again, Mas."

Sleeping in the kitchen? Why do you sleep in the kitchen? When the bed in my room was that big, Alma?

"Where is Ummi?" write me.

"Ummi to the parlor, Mas. He left with Cak Yanto. D-and before leaving he said na-later six o'clock he wants to go to Mbok Isna's house. D-and he asked me to accompany him, Mas."

To Mbok Isna's house? And you will meet that brash man again? Nauseate! My hands are back in the notebook. "I'll tell Ummi that you can't come. And in exchange I will accompany him."

Alma looked strong. "Don't Mas. Why do you have to come to Mbok Isna's house? You're not going to the outlet?"

You're weird, Alma. Why ban me as if you were trying to protect Mbok Isna's grandson. "You're not done with Mbok Isna's grandson? To the point of forbidding me to take your place?" write me.

"No, Mom." He seemed to justify his sitting position, a little closer to me. "I just don't want you to bother me. Your work is more important."

"For me nothing is more important than to straighten out all these problems, Alma." Once I was sure he had read, I flipped the notebook on the next page and wrote again. "I didn't ask you to promise. But why do you still allow that brash man to touch you?!"

"Mas, please don't misunderstand me. Sa-me ..."

" ... I don't know in-he why he came in. And-and about that. I know Mas, I know all the limits that can not be exceeded .. My stomach suddenly hurt, Mas. I didn't ask him for help."

He was sobbing and I kept letting him explain everything.

"Sa .. I pushed him. B-but he won't let me go. Sa-me also .. I also ask him to call you Mas. But he refused. In-he's kekeh please help me. D-and I can't push him harder, my stomach hurts, Mas."

" ... Please don't misunderstand me. Please believe me, Mommy."

Hard, Alma.

I don't know why this time it was so hard.

"Mas, you can ask anything. I'll answer I'll explain everything. I'll tell you what you want to know, Mom."

I nodded and wrote. Then handed it over without intending to look again. "Two buttons of your robe open. Are you really not doing something with him, as I'm thinking right now, Alma?"

"Cuffs?" Maybe he looked down at the buttons. "Astaghfirullah's. I didn't realize at all if my buttons were open."

"And .. I don't do anything like that, Mas. I cannot betray you. I also don't know Mbok Isna's grandson. Don't ever think bad."

I took back the notebook and wrote as soon as possible."You are not conscious? Then the realising is him. He can see your veil being pulled up and he sees two buttons open."

"I'm sorry, Mas."

I opened the notebook the next night. Then write again. "Why are you this stupid? Why don't you wear your veil properly? And why do you use a robe like that, Alma?"

"I know I was wrong, Mom." It seemed like he was having trouble breathing, he paused for a moment. From the side I could see him wipe away the remains of his tears. "I wear ... to-the hood da-and a robe like this. Because I'm at home. Sa-me .. I know what I'm wearing, Mas. I know."

" ... ka-if I go out, I can't possibly dress like this. Why do you accuse me as if I deliberately looked like this in front of him?"

He's getting sobbing.

And I know damn well it hurt you, Alma.

But I also feel pain seeing all this.

"He-he broke into this house without excuse."

" ... and Mas blames me for the clothes I'm wearing now?"

"Mas ... I ask now, what do you think? ... W-does Mas think I'm that easy to do things that are out of bounds?"

"Your distance from him here has made me very misunderstood you. And now am I wrong, Alma? I have no intention of accusing you. I just asked," I wrote.

"But your question is outrageous Mas" he said in a hoarse voice.

" ... Your question is very confusing to me. And more inclined to accuse me of not-nothing, Mas."

I turned to look at him and we clashed for a moment. His face was red, tears were flowing down his cheeks.

"What do you want to ask me again, Mom? ... You ask .. I answer everything," he said.

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