Almahyras
Section 46

The conversation with Salwa this afternoon was really full of laughter. The way Salwa spoke with Lutfan, Alma again so think Jafar is more like who? Is it true with the Abinya? As Umm Salamah has said?

Azan said he seemed to have forgotten to contact Jafar when Salwa had left. Not going home-more precisely to the orphanage, because it happened to be a Mardiyah who came to deliver some fruits for him.

Alma opened the device looking for contact name of her husband, Mas Jafar.

^^^Mas, Salwa to orphanage^^^

^^^I stayed home, ^^^

^^^^more precisely I am now in the room^^^

Mas Jafar

Bada ashar I'm home

^^^ Yes, Mas^^^

The time that Jafar asked Alma didn't know when it ended. The most important part he felt a little relieved, at least Jafar did not ignore, Jafar still replied to the message, Jafar still worried about him, all still Jafar did.

The luck that he might not find, if he married not with the right person. Maybe that misunderstanding will crack this corn-old household.

Alma got out of bed to get her laptop. He thought for a long time he had not written about everything, maybe his dream to become a writer would not be realized. Because he has a new trust which is taking care of the Shared Shop owned by Mother-Aunt Maryam.

After the sitting position is really delicious, his right and left hands are good at typing.

"He said, 'fighting is commonplace and an apology will always be heard in my ears or yours.'

I concur.

Because not all hearts are in harmony.

Not suitable, huh? I mean gini, there are times when humans need to understand themselves, then next will try to understand others. Or maybe the other way around?

Just like he asked.

Timing.

He needs time.

And I can only give him what he asks. For coercion will not produce anything in this-marriage relationship.

If she's trying to understand me, shouldn't I be able to understand her more as a wife?

toward ashar time.

Signed, Almahyra."

Suddenly he laughed lightly.

"This is my downfall cur-eh no-no! Not confiding! It's kind of like writing a diary for self-consumption" Alma said with another laugh.

The sound of the door opening, spontaneously it makes Alma quickly close the laptop. It turned out that Ummi Salamah--in-law, had come. He approached and rubbed the head of Alma covered with a veil.

"Will you be better, son?"

Alma nodded small. "Alhamdulillah Ummi. Alma also came out briefly with Mas Jafar. In the refrigerator there is Alma juice was bought also for Ummi."

"Thank you, huh? Have you eaten yet?"

"So ten o'clock, eat porridge made with Mas Jafar. This is ta... di, not yet Ummi," replied Alma.

Ummi Salamah. "If so, let's eat. Ummi bought porridge for you."

Alma went to the kitchen. It turned out that two bowls of porridge had been served at the dinner table, with an expanding smile he took sitting opposite to his in-laws.

"Ummi thanks ..."

Umm Salamah nodded, devouring the porridge together slowly. "Oh yeah he said, Doctor Andira said his surgery schedule was in retreat on Friday, huh Son?"

"Yes Ummi. Doctor Andira said, Alma's operation included a small operation, and maybe he had a big operation that could not be left so he asked for Alma's surgery to be carried out after Friday prayers," explained Alma.

Umm Salamah bribed his porridge again. "Where is your Masmu now?"

"Mas Jafar to the Ummi outlet, but this is coming home."

"Who were you with?"

Alma stirred up the porridge. "Salwa Accompanyation, Ummi. Now Salwanya again to the orphanage, do not know she likes to go there. Who was found."

Ummi Salamah approached, changing her sitting position side by side with Alma. He pulled out the device, fiddled for a moment and showed it to his son-in-law. "Is it good, son?"

"Good, Ummi."

"The plan will be to wear this. You like it, don't you?"

"Like, Ummi."

Seulas smile knotted knot gibbir Ummi Salamah. "That's a good thing you like. Ummi did not choose alhamdulillah wrong. Oh yes ... continue to change clothes twice, son? Uh three times the same suit. You don't mind, do you, son?"

"God willing, Ummi. Alma wouldn't mind."

Because Alma was aware, Alma's marriage was a mutual happiness.

Happiness for everyone.

"Two clothes in exchange Salwa sent to the boutique. That's your choice, isn't it, son? No compulsion from Salwa?"

"No, no. Thank God there is no element of coercion from Salwa. Alhamdulillah Alma likes the clothes sent Salwa, he sent five models Ummi, and Alma was told to choose his own two models," explained Alma.

"You even laughed. Ummi is serious, Salwa likes to make it up when it comes to this, guess what he married that?"

Alma laughed again. "Typically girls like that Ummi, count maybe Salwa preparation for her future marriage."

...🌺...

"Eat already?" write Jafar who takes a seat next to each other - by showing his notebook.

"Already, Mas. Ummi bought porridge, I ate both Ummi."

Jafar nodded and went back to writing. "Your stomach is fine, isn't it?"

"Alhamdulillah. It doesn't hurt anymore, it."

Jafar paused for a moment, then wrote again. "What did you do with Salwa back home?"

"No, I'm the same he's just stories, Mas."

Jafar took out something in a small black bag - which was a gold ring and gave it to Alma.

"Make me?"

"Yes. It was a pair with a necklace that I gave you," Jafar wrote.

"A...rus? This is for our wedding? Or what? Why are you suddenly giving me this?"

"What does everything I give you have to have a reason?" write Jafar.

Alma shook her head slowly. "Not really. Ta .. pi I just asked. Is this for our wedding?"

Jafar's notebook put it next to the bed. He pulled out his device and sat closer to Alma and typed something. "No. That's for you I bought for you, not for nothing. Didn't I tell you that the ring was a pair with a necklace that I gave as a wedding dowry at Uncle Idrus' house."

"So?"

"So please wear it. For our wedding ring, it remains that Aunt Maryam chose" Jafar wrote.

"Thank you, Mum ..."

Alma suddenly remembered something, he looked straight at Jafar and said, "You've eaten yourself?"

"Already," wrote Jafar.

"Aren't you lying anymore?"

Jafar.

"Aren't you really lying? If you have eaten, what do you say you eat? Where is it too? What time is it too? This is done ashar, and I did not see you eat at all, this morning you have breakfast or not yet I do not know, Mas," explained Alma.

There was a slow sigh from Jafar, he slowly typed. "I'm not lying, I ate two risoles at ten."

"Mas!" The look on Alma's face suddenly changed her net even glazed over. "You are a lie .. same as a lie."

Alma was about to get out of bed. But again Jafar held him by touching his right wrist. "What, Mas?"

"You ... What if you're sick?"

"Delivery." Alma's hand pulled Jafar's hand slowly from his wrist. "I want you to eat. I'll take you to eat. You have to eat rice first, Mas."

"You're not realising that? If you don't eat rice from this morning you can get sick!"

Alma's wrist grip slipped off. But before that Jafar locked his wife to sit back, then he typed in the device. "sorry. I'll eat. I can take my own food. You're here, get back to rest."

Rejection is either equalled worry, either do not want to receive his attention. Indeed he understood Jafar was certainly still angry, but to neglect himself for him it was an unacceptable act. She intends to follow her husband, by heading to the kitchen too - apparently Jafar is eating food there.

"Want to have some tea?"

Jafar.

"Keep drinking what?"

Jafar shook his head again by devouring his food slowly. Then take out the pen and paper available on the table. "White water only. And if I could ask for help. Please get me the juice you bought in the freezer."

Unknowingly a smile develops on Alma's lips. "Yes, you wait here. I'll take the juice first."

A few seconds of juice has been placed on the table, followed by water in a medium-sized glass glass. Alma took a seat opposite Jafar-staring at her husband continuously.

"This is drinking water first," said Alma gave up water on Jafar, then looked again. "Don't forget the juice in the drink too, Mas."

"What the fuck are you treating me like that?" jafar-yang Alma believes this is a protest.

"That's not pa-pa, is it? I just want to see it. There is no prohibition also to call su-a-mi myself," replied Alma.

Jafar's face is very funny to see by Alma. Jafar's hand wrote again. "But I'm not at all comfortable that you look at me like that, Alma."

Alma was getting closer and closer to her body and also looked at her. "How uncomfortable are you, Mom? I just want to see you for a long time, I don't intend to do anything."

Spontaneous Jafar held Alma's body, until the owner of the body returned to the initial seat. "The language of your body and the way you speak seem to intend to do something to me, Alma," Jafar wrote.

"No! I ... I just want to tease you, do not mean anything," said Alma.

Both corners of Jafar's lips lifted up, and his hands went back to writing. "If in the end I am tempted. Are you willing to take responsibility?"

Note:

Operation Alma was postponed Friday. Though I'm sure that before going up Part 45 has been edited from next wednesday, so Friday. Uh it turns out fitting me a check yet. Sorry, yes.