Almahyras
Section 50

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

After waiting two minutes. Idrus' uncle was seen exiting the serving kitchen in a black t-shirt and jeans as he walked up to the chair that Alma was sitting in by the shop window.

"Alma, Jafar sorry to keep you waiting, son."

Alma and Jafar stood up to greet Uncle Idrus, with a smile she said, "Not long ... Daddyh. We're just waiting for it."

"Let's sit around don't stand up" said Uncle Idrus taking a seat in a single chair.

Uncle Idrus chose to chat mingle with customers. Jafar did not mind as long as his wife was comfortable. Several decisions have been made regarding the death of Aunt Maryam, regarding the Shared Store to be taken care of or handed over to the child. While Uncle Idrus as a husband, can only agree to the request of his wife, and besides the Shared Shop does belong to Aunt Maryam who he pioneered for the future of Alma.

"Son Jafar do you allow my son to run this shop?"

Alma answered. However, Jafar is seen hastily writing in the notebook and pointing it to Uncle Idrus. "I allowed Alma, because she said she was willing to accept this responsibility, Uncle."

"Thank you, Nak Jafar." Look at Uncle Idrus turning to Alma. "Son, you come here often, huh? Dad will help you for a while, because you want to have a wedding. So don't pa-pa for the store while you leave it to Dad."

"Yes, Dad."

Uncle Idrus smiled looking at the new substitute in front of him in turn. "You want to look around the Shared Shops?"

"Everything remains the same, the decor changes a bit. So you can take a look, son. Take your husband there, too," said Uncle Idrus.

"You don't want to look around?"

Hear Alma's offer. Jafar nodded with a move of his lips. "Now. I want to."

As Alma said earlier, that Shared Shop is very portrait-able so along the way the beautiful views of the shop decor are mixed with humans who go by and take pictures of themselves and others. Not even reluctant, Aunt Maryam provides a free photographer for every purchase of box packages with halal couples. Great marketing strategy, and romantic.

"You want to try this menu, Mom?"

Jafar pulled out his gawai and typed. "Do you like coffee?"

Alma's forehead wrinkled. "Coffee? I like coffee?"

Jafar nodded.

"Ooh like. Why?"

Alma and Jafar stopped right at the menu poster attached to the manding. Seen Jafar's hand typing with shrewd. "Menu that you want to order the package box contains an ice coffee drink. So I'm just asking, afraid not you drink will be redundant."

"You're really focused on watching the drinks. I am focusing on this bonus. Look, Mas." Alma showed a thick inscription in the send colored corner on the menu poster. "One free portrait for married couples by pointing wedding photos."

"You're just there. So you want to buy that so you can get a free portraitist?" write Jafar.

Alma nodded quickly. "Yes." Yeah."

"Why? Can't you?"

Delete Jafar button press quickly and re-typing again. "Can. But our terms and conditions don't meet."

"Not fulfilling how? Kan ki--" Alma just remembered that her marriage happened briefly. He was not sure that in the house of Uncle Idrus and in front of the body of Aunt Maryam there was a photograph of his short marriage with Jafar. "Yes-yes, huh! Let's try another menu. Y-you haven't had a drink yet, how about we order ice coffee?"

"Stand there" Jafar wrote in his book.

Alma's forehead wrinkled. "In ... there? Standing up? You, I drink again."

"I also have ice coffee. Just order it" Jafar wrote.

Alma nodded. "OKAY. You wait here. I'd like to order two ice coffees. Te ... rus what's the same?"

"That's it" Jafar wrote.

Alma walks towards the veiled female staff with the name tag: Azizah. He knows a lot of people have the same name, but why this? Make him remember the events transcend. Alma had been standing right in front of the woman, she said, "Excuse me Brother, I ordered two ice coffees."

"On name and size, brother?"

Alma answered, "Almahyra. Big size only, Brother."

"good. We'll process soon, brother."

Alma went back to see Jafar, after processing the payment. The man remained standing in a quiet corner by the window with an unbroken look at him. If Alma looks from a distance her husband looks stunning, dashing with his flat face.

"Udah, Mom. We'll wait to be called."

After his wife approached, Jafar typed again. "Now I ask you to stand by this window, which is next to an empty chair."

"Where are you standing?"

Jafar nodded.

"Why do you want to do Mas?"

Jafar demanded that Alma not stop talking, so that he would obey his wishes - by pulling slowly he asked Alma to stand right next to an empty chair. Jafar's raised hand touched both ends of his lips and moved his lips slowly. "Smile."

Jafar nodded.

"This is it." Alma smiled as her husband requested. "That's my smile, Mas."

Cracks!

So she was being photographed by her husband? Why didn't Jafar say anything? Just ask him to stand up, and smile. Shitty, she should have posed another. Because the pose of a smile and standing upright is very, very stiff for Alma. He approached, his hands raised touching Jafar's left shoulder. "You're a portrait I'm not saying, must be ugly. Here and here I want to see, delete here, must be really ugly."

Jafar's gawai was lifted up. So that his wife's tiny body is not easy to reach.

"Mas! Mas Jafar! Oh, God ..."

So upset Alma to jump up and down to the caught is not a device, but the nape behind Jafar. The position is very inappropriate to be seen in public, because both hands Alma seen hugging Jafar's neck.

"Not here?"

Jafar suddenly touched his waist.

"Maos ..."

"On behalf of Almahyra's sister!"

Spontaneous Alma pulled both of his hands down, pushing slowly Jafar-in a hurry he ran to pick up two ice coffees he ordered.

Wh-what-what the fuck! Don't you use that hug intentionally?! Luckily, I'm not sure nobody saw it. Ah, what a bummer!

"This is a drink." Alma gave one ice coffee and immediately took a seat in an empty seat close by. He sipped the drink. "His milk. I haven't had a drink in a long time."

"What do you think, Mom?"

Jafar nodded.

"E .. Son, right?"

Jafar moved his lips. "Nob."

"You are .. motoin I'm not saying."

Jafar, who had originally sat across from each other, now pulled his chair close to Alma and sat next to him. His right hand is typing on the device. "You said you wanted to be photographed for free. So I photographed you without having to buy that box package."

"The problem is I want .. a-anu, in the portrait both of you," said Alma.

"Pictured using the front camera with me?" write Jafar.

Alma blinked repeatedly in disbelief. Would her husband take a picture with the front camera? "Aren't you ashamed?"

"Picturing with you is nothing to be ashamed of" Jafar wrote.

"Yes already. Comeing! I want!"

Several portraits of him and Jafar he took many times. Actually her husband's expression remained the same just flat, but with all his compassion he asked for just a thin smiling Jafar finally came true. Alma had no intention of uploading he only wanted to use this portrait as personal consumption.

"Mas, I try to open your palm gini," said Alma by opening her palm.

Jafar.

"Yes that's right, Mom."

Alma's tiny hands rested on Jafar's palms. Initially the longer stretch turned into a grip and tightly, Alma photographed the two hands that were fused together with a single catch. "Perfects. Incidentally, our clothes are both dark."

Alma took off that grip. Then struggling with his clothes and occasionally sipping ice coffee. The kling! Gawai Alma suddenly rang, his forehead wrinkled as a message came in from the husband.

Mas Jafar

You posting?

Alma. "Can't you, Mum?"

Jafar types a reply and sends again.

Mas Jafar

Be able

Please send it to me

Alma nodded. "OKAY. I sent it, Mom."

Jafar typed, and this time he asked Alma to read. "It's ten o'clock. Can we go to Kedai Amanah's outlet?"

"Oh Allah yes. Lt could. Come on, let's go back to Idrus' father" said Alma.