Almahyras
Section 49

After dawn prayers, Alma quickly made breakfast, his duties today are quite a lot, because he had to join Jafar to the Shop and also visit the Uncle Idrus Shop. Oseng mustard white is the choice, with side dishes of cob fried with flour. After everything was presented neatly at the table, he just had to wait for Jafar to come, and also wait for Ummi Salamah out of the room.

"Eh ... rice? The numbers still exist, right?"

Alma approached the magic com, opening slowly. "Alhamdulillah, there is still."

Ummi Salamah is seen walking from the hallway and taking a seat directly on the first left seat. "Right. Ummi's only son-in-law is in complete regep today."

So all this time I don't seem to be diligent, huh?

"A-anu Ummi, Alma wants permission from Ummi" said Alma.

Ummi Salamah smiled and bearded. "Oh .. it turns out that it feels like having a daughter if you want to go out everywhere must be very diligent, clean-up first and continue to say, 'Ma, I permit to play.' and finally the mother was devastated because the house was very cool because of the drained child power."

"Ummi can. Ta .. pi is real." Alma approached with a crouch, he came closer and spread his head in the lap of Umm Salamah. "Ummi's daughter .. want permission to go out. To scavenge for sustenance."

Seeing Alma's spoiled behavior, Umm Salamah chose to rub Alma's head gently. "Where? Same who?"

"In the Two Stores. Same husband." Alma. "To be more precise, the same son of Ummi."

"You wanna go with your Mas around the outlet, son?"

Alma. "Yes Ummi. No pa-pa, right? Ummi permission?"

"Yes Allah .. yes not pa-pa dong, same your husband also really. Ummi Permitin, just be careful on the road," said Ummi Salamah.

Alma stood up, slightly looking down he kissed the left cheek of Umm Salamah. "Thank you, Ummi."

From the direction of the hallway to the kitchen right Jafar just came. She was sure, her husband must have also seen that he had kissed the left cheek of Ummi Salamah. The man was smiling-taking a seat in the middle while Alma was opposite.

"How much rice do you want, Mas?" Alma took one centong of rice. "Here?"

Jafar nodded, his hand pulling the pen as well as the notebook neatly encrusted on the table. Then he used it to write. "What is it that suddenly Alma kissed Ummi's cheek?"

"Why? Can't Ummi's son-in-law kiss Ummi?"

Alma surprised. Turns out her husband asked about the kiss on the cheek. "Yes, too. I-I-I can't kiss Ummi's cheek?"

"It's true that people say, don't ask questions when there are two women in one place." Jafar gave one pause on the page. "Obviously it's gonna be noisy."

Umm Salamah did not think. "Udah-udah! Ate. After all, the kiss was a bonus from Ummi's daughter-in-law, you don't envy like you never get kissed!"

The second after the speech came out, now Alma was wide-eyed. He looked down, blushing both of his cheeks. Though there is no intention of him flirting, somehow Alma's reaction a little excessive.

Why do my cheeks wear all red?!

Jafar handed over the notebook. Alma had no idea what her husband was writing. Umm Salamah suddenly replied, "Ummi does not want to come. Just you two, Ummi just wait at home."

Maybe Mas Jafar offered Ummi?

"Today there is no activity?" ask Alma.

Ummi Salamah. "Nothing. But later Ummi wants to go to the orphanage, Ummi wants to talk about Lutfan's marriage with Mardiyah."

"You want Alma to take Ummi?"

Umm Salamah nodded again. "No need, son. Later Ummi ask to pick up Lutfan aja."

Jafar opened the pen cover again, and wrote. "Don't Ummi. We will go with Cak Yanto."

"Yes, if you make it."

...🌺...

At eight in the morning the car left the Pesantren Al-Hikmah courtyard. Ummi Salamah sat in the front seat with Cak Yanto while Alma and Jafar in the back. About five minutes passed by the car stopped at the orphanage, Ummi Salamah asked to go down in front of the fence only.

"You guys be careful, huh?"

The car drove back. Jafar looked at Alma who was looking out the window. All are still rice fields and residential residents, a increasingly beautiful sight to be viewed many times. Jafar also realized, it turns out he had never invited his wife to just take a walk.

Gawai on Alma's right hand rang, displaying a special notification with the name of her husband's contact.

Mas Jafar

Have you contacted Uncle Idrus?

Alma. "Udah, Mom. I told you we were leaving at about eight."

Jafar took over the notebook and Alma watched Jafar's lips carefully. "thank you. Thank you, Alma."

"Are you sure you want to come with me around all the outlets? I'm afraid you're exhausted" Jafar wrote.

Alma looked at Cak Yanto from the reflection of the front-and-he was focused on driving. Then Alma said, "Sir Yanto, I want to ask."

"Monggo, Ma'am. What do you want to ask me?"

Jafar looked at Alma in surprise. But he had just asked, why did his wife not answer? He even chose to talk to Cak Yanto.

"When did you first go around Mas Jafar Cacak outlets tired no?" ask Alma.

From the reflection of the mirror Alma can see Cak Yanto smiling awkwardly. "If tired ya tired after Mbak, the name is also the first time. If it is a custom like this, God willing is tired not too," replied Cak Yanto.

After hearing Cak Yanto's reply, Alma looked at her husband. "You listen to Mas who said the same Cak Yanto? If you are tired, you must be tired. My guy first came with you around the gini outlet. Unless you intend to invite me often, yes .. yes maybe not too tired and I get used to."

"You are just there. I'm being serious, I'm really worried you're exhausted" Jafar wrote

Alma took over Jafar's pen and notebook. He felt bad to chat because there was Cak Yanto here. It's good that he also wants to write in a notebook. "I'm serious too, Mom. Do you believe in me the same? Mas's wife is not as weak as it seems, at that time it just looks weak because of menstrual pain. If now I will not be weak, I will not suddenly faint. So you don't have to worry, as long as you're near me. I will be strong, really," wrote Alma.

Jafar was stunned, it turns out that oral or written Alma still equally good at saying, a page full of handwriting his wife.

"OK, Mas?"

Jafar nodded. And take over the notebook, turn over the next page and write. "I don't mind if you suddenly faint. Origin of the fall right in my arms."

Whoa!

You seductive me again, Mas?!

Alma's laughter was completely restrained. If there is no Cak Yanto here, she has pinched the cheeks of her husband. How could this man in front of him be so smart about teasing?

"Bold, huh? You seduce me in front of Cak Yanto gini?" whispered Alma-with a slight leaning towards Jafar.

"I don't intend to tease you, so don't be tempted like this. Please keep your distance, we're in a car three, not just the two."

Reading her husband's writing that is increasingly becoming spontaneous Alma keeps his distance, tote bag that was originally on the left side, he put it in the middle as a barrier between himself and Jafar.

"Take the distance."

The kling!

The string on his right hand rang.

Uncle Idrus

Thank you for visiting, son.

Uncle wait for your presence.

^^^Yes, Uncle.^^^

Alma looked at her husband. "Mas, we go to Kedai Bersama directly or to Kedai Amanah first?"

"Shared Store. Why?" write Jafar.

"Why don't I just ask. Ta ... pi emang usually open what time is Kedai Amanah?"

Jafar lifted his notebook. "Half nine."

The car drove continuously. Once stopped at the first gas station, all the high-rise buildings in the city are seen everywhere, the one-hour journey is quite tiring and time-consuming. At exactly nine o'clock and fifteen minutes the car stopped in front of the Shared Shop - which turned out to be very spacious. But unlike Kedai Amanah, Kedai Bersama is like a cafe gaul that is visited by young people.

"When in?"

Jafar nodded. He wrote for a moment in his notebook. "Do you want to sit outside? As a visitor."

"No! I came as a worker."

More precisely, he came as the son of the owner of the Shared Shop. Almost a year he has rarely come here, it turns out this shop is getting better and more suitable for young people. Several new chairs have been stacked, and the theme of the shop remains the same which is very portrait-able at every corner.

"Please, Brother. What message do you want?" ask a female staff who may be her age.

Alma. "I'm Alma. I've made an appointment with Mr. Idrus. Can you please ask him?"