Almahyras
Section 52

"Mas Lutfan accident, brother."

Alma's heart rate sped faster seconds when he heard the bad news said from Salwa's lips. A lutfan? A man full of accident laughter? Is she okay? All questions he wanted to convey, but stuck it on the lips.

"What hospital?"

Jafar's writings are read by Salwa can be seen Alma.

"Adiwangsa Hospital, Mas."

Jafar turned around. But his right hand was held by Umm Salamah. "Son, don't go. You just got home, you're here. There's Mardiyah, Aunt Sulis and Grandpa. Please help you here, accompany your aunt," he said.

Resignedly.

Choosing to stay to accompany Umma Sarah. He was very worried about Lutfan. But what can I do? The words said by Umminya right, better here, of course in the hospital was not allowed so many people to wait.

The wire belonging to Umma Sarah that was located at the table suddenly rang. "Who?" ask her.

"From Mbak Mardiyah, Bi," said Salwa.

The face call featured Mardiyah's reddened face. Even though there were no tears, Alma rightly believed that the gaze could not lie. Mardiyah was hit, definitely could not feel to see a happy Lutfan weakly sprawled in the gurney.

"mma ... Lt ... Lutfan's been lame in the verdict."

Tears that are getting subsided suddenly just pooled back, Umm Sarah cried until sobbing. Alma never knew the pain, but looked directly at her net as if to channel the pain to her. Too deep and too painful.

"Well, how can you, son?"

Mardiyah nodded slowly. Seen in the device taken over by Kiai Bashir, the face wrinkles around the forehead and cheeks plastered clearly on the screen. "Sarah .. Abi's son, you must be strong. Your son is not pa-pa, your son is fine, you believe in Abi. Now you have to rest, Abi accompanied Abi's grandson here, Abi stayed overnight, Abi will not go home. Abi promised to accompany Lutfan," he said.

Jafar crouched down, clasping tightly to Umma Sarah's right hand, Jafar seemed to say, that everything will improve. Ummi Salamah wiped the tears on both cheeks of his sister alternately.

"Where can Abi ...? Sarah's son .." Umm Sarah's speech restrained.

A thin smile that seemed to close the wound, Kiai Bashir looked. "Can Sarah. You just close your eyes and sleep, son. There is Abi who takes care of your child," he said.

"Greetings, take care of your sister."

The call was unilaterally interrupted. Alma understood Kiai Bashir, Which father could see his son shed tears? Just looking at it actually can not afford. The ordeal is again present among this peaceful family, seeing the eldest grandchild who suffered from an accident two years ago is not over, now hearing the news that makes the heart even more sad.

"Jafar help Ummi" said Umm Salamah by leading Umma Sarah into his room.

Salwa came in, immediately searched for eucalyptus, and took a seat on the edge of the left bed, while Umm Salamah on the edge of the right bed. Netra Alma and Jafar met, he understood the unspoken sadness, the silent look of his eyes as if asking for an explanation of all that is happening now.

Jafar lifted the notebook to show Ummi Salamah.

"Please let Jafar go to the hospital, Ummi. Jafar can't stand idly by like this, Jafar needs to see Lutfan" Jafar wrote.

Ummi Salamah seemed to weigh in, finally his decision was to nod. "You careful. Who's going with him?"

"Cak Yanto" wrote Jafar.

Jafar has said goodbye. Alma tailed behind, pulling slowly Jafar's arm until the owner turned around. "Mas, I'm coming" said Alma.

"Don't."

The movement of the lips Alma made sure it would lead to rejection. The hand that was on Jafar's arm, he nodded. "Mas, I'm coming. I will not take care of you, I want to accompany Mardiyah there. Please, Mas."

The grip of the hand on Jafar's arm pulled slowly, Alma's hand in his grip tightly to get to the car. He no longer cares about the tiredness he wants to know now is the condition of Lutfan, a cousin whom he loves very much.

"Mas Jafar, sorry. Cacak will leave for a while, want to check Icha ndak pa-pa, Mas?"

Alma immediately replied, "No pa-pa, sir. If Icha's alone at home, Cacak can take Icha to the parlour."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

On the way Alma continued to hold tightly Jafar's hand, giving strength, so that his lover remained. Adiwangsa Hospital is included in urban areas, he did not understand why so far Lutfan was brought there? Maybe because it was too bad? Or did the accident happen in the city?

"Begging Cak Yanto to stop at the Mosque."

Reading Jafar's notebook placed on his lap, making Alma realize it was alone had entered magrib time, he was sure soon Ikamah.

"Snake a stop at the mosque. We pray there first" said Alma.

The car turns into the courtyard of the mosque. After a quick stop Alma to the women's prayer section, take a wudu and about two minutes of ikamah are heard. The three rakaat magrib prayer was carried out, for a moment praying. After that they continued their journey to Adiwangsa Hospital.

"Hello Mar? Still on IGD?"

Mardiyah on the other side replied, "Why are you here? Umma how?"

"I asked the IGD or have you moved to the ward?" reset Alma.

"Reserves. VIP tulip room, second floor at the end," replied Mardiyah.

The car entered Adiwangsa Hospital, Alma asked to get off at the car park next to the nursery room. Afterwards he asked Cak Yanto directly to go home, and by holding Jafar's hand, he walked to the ward.

"May ..." Everyone who was there looked up. Jafar's grip was removed, Alma approached Kiai Bashir and Aunt Sulis to shake hands. Then get closer to Mardiyah. "Mar ..."

"Where is Umma?" ask Mardiyah.

Alma sat on the sofa right next to Mardiyah. "He's good, Mar. You don't have to worry, many people are looking after Umma in the orphanage" replied Alma.

"You guys just got home from work. Why did you suddenly come here? I know you are tired" said Kiai Bashir.

Alma shook her head and replied, "We've had a little break, Cake. We're all right, thank God. Ummi said, Grandpa has been here since last afternoon, Grandpa just come home so Alma is here."

Kiai Bashir nodded. "Grandfather doesn't want to go home. Grandpa wants to stay here with Lutfan."

Alma understood Kiai Bashir was so worried about his granddaughter. He looked straight ahead to see Lutfan lying in a gurney, Lutfan's netra closed on his cheek there was a slight long scratch, his right hand also had a scratch. And as for the legs, Alma could not see. Somehow the accident happened, but he was so grateful Lutfan stayed.

"Grandfather, Aunt Sulis, Mardiyah this is Mas Jafar buying food, please at the meal."

Mardiyah replied, "I'm not a laper."

His aunt Sulis took a seat to the right of Mardiyah, opening food for her, Kiai Bashir and also Mardiyah.

"You want Lutfan ngomelin Aunt, because his future wife does not eat, Mar?" said Aunt Sulis.

Mardiyah swallowed her food. While Alma circulated a lookout where her husband, who was sitting next to Lutfan, was watching his sister so clearly. Alma knows Jafar is sad. Maybe it's like looking at the situation of his former self who was lying down. Alma moved from the sofa to Jafar who was sitting in a single chair.

"Maos ..."

His hand that was on Jafar's shoulder was suddenly pulled and held tightly.

"Doctors are definitely doing their best for Lutfan, Mas."

Jafar nodded.

...🌺...

"Aren't you tired, Mar?"

Mardiyah.

"You sleep, let me be with Mas Jafar who looks after Lutfan. You're not resting from noon Mar."

Mardiyah. "No need to tell me, Alma. If I'm tired, I'll sleep."

Alma. He knew Mardiyah could never be that easy to break. "I'm going out for a minute" he said.

When Alma came out, he only realized that outside was being poured by heavy rain. The cold suddenly entered, he only used a robe without a jacket or other. Not to forget, he thought it might not rain. Along the way, Alma searched the canteen to buy people warm tea.

The kling!

The string on his right hand rang.

Mas Jafar

Where are you?

^^^Cantin^^

Mas Jafar

What the hell are you doing there?

Buy warm tea^^^^

^^^What do you want?^^^

Mas Jafar

Wait right there

I'm out

^^^^^^^

Alma screen switch off.

"Will they come here too?" muttered Alma.

About two minutes waiting to see Jafar walking towards him, the clothes used by her husband remained the same in the morning. Because indeed he and Jafar did not have time to change clothes.

"Why did you come out, Mom? Need anything?"

Jafar.

"Te ... rus?"

Jafar pulled out his device and typed. "Don't go alone. You're making me worry."

"I didn't go far, Mom. Just go to the canteen, okay."

Jafar responded with his flat face. He showed his dress again. "Far or near is the same. You do realize it's night, right?"

Alma nodded small. "Yes, Mas. Conscious. Sorry."

Both entered the canteen. Alma ordered two warm teas and two warm oranges, all wrapped up. Except for one warm orange wrapped in a straw that Alma immediately drank. "Thank you, Ma'am. So how much, yes the total?"

"Twelve equals eight. It's twenty thousand, Neng."

Alma and Jafar came out of the canteen-back towards the VIP tulip room, after putting two warm teas on the table. Alma came back out, and Jafar continued to follow sitting also outside the room enjoying the cold and staring at the rain.

"Do you want me here?"

There was no reaction.

"Aren't you tired, Mom?"

Jafar.

"Sleep, Mas. I'm just sitting here. I just want to see the rain."

The pen and notebook were taken out of his front pocket. "I will accompany you" Jafar wrote.

"I will not disappear. I'm just sitting here, Mom." Alma touched her husband's arm by looking inside. "You're resting, huh?"

Jafar nodded again.

"You ... would you like me to hug?"

Jafar nodded and without a second-long thought Alma stretched out both hands, he immediately hugged his wife so tightly. Tightly in the chest held a little relief, even the tears that he was reluctant to drop were forced out. This sadness is not forever, but it really hurts. And Alma's embrace is the best medicine to just calm her down.

"You must believe, God will never give life beyond the limits of His servant." Alma's tears came out without warning. Swipe after swipe he did in the black mane of Jafar until down to the back. "Lutfan must be cured, Mommy."

Jafar nodded.

About six minutes into the warm embrace, Alma helped wipe her husband's tears slowly on his right and left cheeks. "Udah" he said slowly.

"Lutfan paralyzed. Do you think Mardiyah will accept Lutfan as you accept me, Alma?" jafar wrote on his watch.

Mardiyah was silent for a moment. "Can't you read Mardiyah's gaze on Lutfan?"

Jafar.

"That's not a look of pity, Mas. It was a worried look. Either the meaning behind it I do not know, whether she looked at Lutfan as a sister or as her future husband," explained Alma.

Jafar typing. "But will she still marry Lutfan?"

"Of course, Mas. You trust Mardiyah, she will never disappoint Umm Sarah."

Jafar leaned his head on Alma's left shoulder. He returned to typing. "If in the end he accepts Lutfan. I will believe more and more that the noble-hearted women of this world are still so many."

There is a pause in the note app. "One of them, is you and probably Mardiyah."

Alma just nodded.

Jafar re-typed. "I want to ask."

"What?"

"What reasons make you maintain marriage to a disabled man like me, Alma?" write Jafar.

Note:

Spoiler story Mardiyah and Lutfan already seen. The title, Different Three Years, I have not updated the routine because it is still focused on Almahyra. After the story ends, soon is the story of the two of them.