Almahyras
Section 53 (1)

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

Alma's five-second pause said, "I don't like you calling yourself that, Mas."

"Don't try to forget the fact that this man you married is mute, Alma" Jafar wrote.

Alma nodded small. "That's a fact. But you don't have to insist, Mom. I already know and I don't like the flawed and mute names you write for yourself."

"How difficult is it to write the word speech, Mas? ... Why does it have to be that high to read?" connect Alma.

Jafar sighed softly, the man's hand typing again. "Why are you so offended? The one who talks is me, not you."

"But you're my husband, Mas. I don't like your question, I don't like that kind of name, I don't want to read it from you or hear it from someone else."

Because I know it hurts you, Mom.

Even until now I'm really sorry I ever put out that bad word for you.

"So please .. if Mas wants to chat with me, use the language I like," added Alma.

Jafar nodded small. "I'm sorry."

There is a pause in the note application. "But I want to know the answer to my question. Can't it?"

"No." Alma's view straight ahead caught the rain that began to inundate the small gullies of the barrier between the background and the hospital floor. "There will be no excuses you hear from me."

"Why?" write Jafar.

Alma sipped her warm orange again and said, "Because I don't want to answer."

"I'm changing the question. Are you going to answer?" write Jafar.

Both of Alma's shoulders were raised. "Depends on the question."

Jafar lifted his head, after he had leaned on Alma's shoulders. "Can love be one of the reasons someone maintains marriage?"

"Can." Alma looked at her husband. "Because it's usually the basis of someone accepting the marriage, because of a sense of attraction."

"I think attraction and love are quite different. Why is your answer like?" write Jafar.

Alma smiled faintly. "I'm not done talking, Mom. There's a continuation ..."

"The feeling of attraction does not have to be physical, right? It can be from the heart, a kind of .. a person can drop his heart for others when he receives affection, attention and sincere treatment. The point is kayak ... this heart will tend to maintain something that is profitable for yourself," continued Alma.

Jafar's forehead shriveled. "Your love is equal to profit?" inscribed.

"It's not that." Alma sat shifting more and more to the side, he looked at Jafar closer. "I just feel that people who have love are definitely luckier."

"Yes, isn't it, Mas?"

Jafar nodded.

"other than love. What makes someone a defense of marriage too?" write Jafar.

"You are ... What else is Mas? How weird are your questions."

Jafar shook his head and typed. "It's not weird, Alma. You allowed me to talk to you, didn't you? So I'm making good use of your time."

Alma mangosteen. "Other than love, huh?"

"Ehm ...money? Treasures can make a man keep everything, Mas. It doesn't have to be a wedding, anything can be."

Jafar nodded. "I agree. But if you're given the choice to marry a wealthy man or one who gives you love?" inscribed.

Alma did not understand that the end of Jafar's question was this. Why should her husband make a choice? While being questioned this is the wife-someone who is married.

"Can I not answer?"

Jafar shook his head and moved his lips. "Can't."

"Not conscious? What if I get both?" Alma shook her head strongly. "Not-not getting. Marry off. I married the two choices I mentioned."

Jafar looked at him as if asking, what does that mean?

"You have enough treasure and have love that can be felt as good luck" Alma replied.

A red tinge suddenly appeared on both cheeks of Jafar, even heating up radiating to his reddened ears. In the midst of grief he could still feel a little happy with Alma. I don't know what kind of woman Ummi chose for him. He feels very lucky.

"Gee!" Alma touched Jafar's ear. "Your ears are red, Mas ... You shy?"

Cold air swept across the faces of the two people who threw smiles at each other.

"I'm giving you a choice. Why do you answer it like that?" write Jafar.

Alma slightly lowered her head sideways-close to her husband. "My answer wasn't wrong, was it? You're in those two choices."

...🌺...

Around one in the morning Alma woke up and looked around at the sleeping people. Ah no, Mardiyah still opened her eyes waiting for Lutfan so patiently. He could increasingly see Mardiyah's unspoken feelings, all of which were clearly visible from his sight.

"Mar ..."

Mardiyah glanced at Alma.

"Aren't you sleeping?"

Mardiyah.

"You're laper?"

Mardiyah replied, "A little bit. But it's night time. Is the canteen still open?"

"The canteen may be closed, Mar. The mini market is still open. Want me anther?" bargain Alma.

Mardiyah weighed seeing Lutfan still sleeping weak did not have the heart to leave. But his hungry stomach could not be invited to compromise on thrashing. "Who's watching Lutfan?" tanyakanya.

"Ehm ..." Alma approached Jafar about to touch her husband's shoulder. "I'm bang---"

"No need to."

"Te ... rus, Mar? You're not eating?" Alma bit her lower lip-she thinks well how? "What if I bought it, Mar? Boiled noodles, huh?"

"No need to."

Jafar was disturbed from his sleep. He woke up probably because he heard the noise of these two women. Jafar got up to Alma.

"Sorry, you woke up."

Jafar pulled out his device and typed. "What's wrong?"

"Mardiyah laper .. I'm also laper Mas. Ki-we're going to the cafeteria but this is ..." Alma looked at the clock that was stuck to the wall. "Udah malem, Mas."

"I take you to the mini market 24 hours. Wanna?" write Jafar.

Alma looked at Mardiyah.

"Mar, I was escorted with Mas Jafar. What do you want noodles to taste? Let me buy it."

Mardiyah replied, "Soto. Sorry ngerepotin."

On the way to the mini market is indeed quiet. Adiwangsa Hospital is actually not really this quiet, maybe because it is too early in the morning. Or indeed people are resting, still seen one or two people passing by with tired faces. Alma knew that no one would ever show a happy face in this place.

There may.

But not that much for him to meet.

"Grandfather too? I'm afraid he'll be a laper."

Jafar nodded.

"You too, huh?"

Jafar nodded again.

Alma took one large mineral water and four noodles cooked directly in the mini market booth. After waiting for cooking about five minutes the noodles have been served and have been put into the bag.

"Thank you, Brother."

The journey back to the nursery took quite a long time. A little tiring, but Alma was still able to walk, at the second crossroad he was a little breathless, what because of this hunger?

"You tired? Want to eat?" write Jafar.

Alma nodded and took a seat on the stone chair which in the model fused with the wall.

"After a while, Mas. I'm afraid Mardiyah is waiting for you."

Noodles boiled the taste of chicken soto Alma voraciously several times, after feeling his stomach slightly filled he looked at Jafar. "Udah, Mom. Come on."

"You sure?"

Alma nodded.

The journey through one crossroad is over. Now he just had to lift the elevator to the VIP tulip. Mini market is only a few, and the closest on the first floor. From the view already seen the threshold of Lutfan's outpatient room.

"Sorry, Mar. Long time."

Mardiyah shook her head, she stood up to help Alma put down the boiled noodles.

"No pa-pa. Thanks" said Mardiyah.

Alma took a seat on the single seat and stared at Jafar. "Your mother woke up Grandpa. He must be laper."

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