Almahyras
Section 47

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?"

Alma's hand pulled the notebook and closed it. "U-it's been. You continue drinking the juice there. Habisin, Mom. I bought him some cash from your sweat, so don't get any leftovers."

When Jafar's hand was open-like was about to ask for the notebook back.

"What?"

Alma's three-second pause again said, "You want to write again?"

Jafar nodded.

"Later first. Finish the juice first, Mom."

According to his wife's request, Jafar took a sip of avocado juice, after he put all the food marks in the sink, the intention to wash, he preferred to sit back and ask for the notebook.

"What do you want to say, Mom?"

Jafar's right hand wrote. "The rings and necklaces you wear now I buy with money. So please take good care not to be lost."

Spontaneous Alma nodded with a wide smile. "definitely. I'll take good care of it, okay."

"Unless it continues to suddenly disappear on its own. Yes ... Yes how? Not my will."

Jafar was stunned by Alma's words. Even he shakes in disbelief. "Then try not to get out of your fingers and neck for a second, Alma" he wrote.

"Yes-yes. I was just kidding. I know this ring buys him money too. Moreover, this necklace yes .. ng so our wedding dowry."

Jafar did not criticize Alma's words, because again he felt like a woman-ah, not the woman in front of him tried to tease him many times. Not annoying, but a little uncomfortable for Jafar, because you have to see that sweet smile from the lips of the lover. For a second he looked at Alma, he went to the sink to wash some dirty dishes and glasses.

"Ka .. mu ngecek two outlets just took a lot of time, maybe the range you left at half eleven, and arrived at the house of bada ashar. How about every day if you check all the outlets, huh?"

Alma. "Did you go home and you kept going, did you?"

"Before ...you marry too. Do you often leave Ummi alone?"

Stared at Jafar's back and back head, the time her husband would answer with a shaking motion or something else.

"When I noticed during the five days .. I stayed here, I saw the house was very quiet. Who lives here only .. you both are the same Um-I mean gini yes I know you live together Ummi, because Abi already does not exist. I-I just asked, was it before I lived here that you were really just living alone with Ummi?"

After saying that Alma shook his head strongly, he was upset why did he speak so convolutedly? Though the essence of the statement he had submitted him early. Not even her husband acted.

Jafar is seen approaching, and takes a seat in the right seat beside Alma. It seems that Jafar is about to write, because the notebook has been opened again.

"Eh? Question ink's up? Mom, I'll take it in the room." Just as he was about to stand up, Jafar restrained Alma's waist with one hand. "Why?"

"Sit down."

Jafar's lips were read by Alma.

"I'll take the pen first. How are we gonna talk if the ink's over? Or do I have a cell phone?"

Jafar.

"There's."

Alma's forehead shriveled, the touch of his hand on Jafar's hand which was at his waist loosened. "There? You brought a pen?"

Jafar nodded.

"Yes-yes we're talking."

Jafar's hands slipped from Alma's waist - with a scribbling return, answering all his wife's questions. "Outlet in this city is indeed me who regulates. In another city Lutfan."

"And right. Before I got married, I was sometimes too often to leave Ummi alone, because the outlet at that time I could not work online," continued Jafar with a pause in the notebook.

"Keep if ... Ummi alone you didn't tell that guy to take care of Ummi?"

"There's." Jafar moved his lips and turned the page and then returned to writing. "Mbok Isna only. He will be home when I get home. Because I really don't want Ummi to be alone."

Alma smiled faintly at how deep Jafar's affection for Umm Salamah was.

"You're such a pity, are you the same Ummi?"

Hearing that spontaneously Jafar looked at Alma-with a gaze that seemed to say, Which child does not love his mother? Jafar lowered his head, continuing to answer. "I love all my family, Alma."

Alma nodded small. "Yes. But I know, your affection is skewed to Ummi. Because he's your parents."

"You're kinked. Actually you want to say, do I love you more or Ummi' right?"

After reading Jafar's spontaneous writing Alma shook his head strongly, his net widened, his left and right hands raised. "W-what? E-nothing. Why did you conclude it was like Mas?"

"Ma-na can I ask that."

Where can I also rival Ummi, she is your mother, Mas.

"Read."

Alma.

"Read."

Forcibly, Alma lowered his head to read what Jafar had written.

"If you ask me, of course the answer is I love Ummi, Alma."

There's a pause in that notebook."Of course you know the reason. Because she is my mother. Later if we have children, ask questions between how much he feels about you and me. I'm sure the answer will be the same, he'll love you more than I do."

Alma nodded small. "But it's different Mas ..."

Jafar took over the notebook. "Or do you want to ask him if he loves you more or his wife more. That so?"

"Nonsense. Why too? I-I was wondering that?"

"You are my wife. If you ask, do I love you? Of course I love you, Alma."

Reading it both of Alma's cheeks suddenly heated up. Netra Alma again focused on seeing what writing Jafar will continue.

"Someone once said, never take a child's love for his mother."

Alma nodded.

Jafar turned the pages of the notebook. "Do you intend to do that?"

"Astaghfirullah's. No, Mama!"

Jafar smiled and went back to writing. "I'm kidding. Of course you wouldn't be like that. You seem to love Ummi very much."

Alma stood-pushing the chair more backward. "Udah, Mom. You are ... once a joke is not funny!"

"I'm going to ka ..." The spontaneous pull of Jafar made Alma sit back, not in a chair. Except in the lap of her husband. " ... Mar."

Jafar's two hands suddenly locked him, falling to the side facing Alma was indeed lucky. Because he could avoid Jafar's gaze.

"Mas ... freelancing."

Several times Alma tried to get rid of Jafar's hand. Yet failed. The hand did not move one bit.

"Mas don't be tight. This tightness," lamented Alma.

Jafar ignored his wife's words. Suddenly his habit returned, he brought his face closer to Alma's side of the veil-covered neck.

"Sa .. I haven't had a bath Mas."

" ... Don't gini."

Alma alert. Even tried several times to push Jafar away.

"You didn't forget we were in the kitchen, did you?"

Jafar sat back straight and shook his head.

"If you don't forget. Yes already. Please let go."

Jafar.

"Ranum."

Alma's forehead shriveled, trying to understand the meaning of Jafar's lip movements. "Roman? What is fragrant?"

Jafar's right hand was raised to touch his neck.

"Neck? Your neck is fragrant?"

Jafar was about to shake. But lost quickly by Alma who had approached sniffing his neck.ten seconds did not end, while Jafar just fell silent to let the behavior. Even he looked up, closed his net as if he was enjoying it.

"Harum anyway, Mas. Kayak usually. Your perfume is usually that." said Alma by staying away.

Netra Jafar opened, she moved her lips. "stand."

Again Alma frowned trying to read Jafar's lips. "What?"

"stand."

Alma spontaneously stood up. "Y-iya-iya. I'm standing."

Jafar's hand wrote again in the notebook. While Alma focused on what was written by her husband. "I said your neck was fragrant. Not my neck, Alma."