Almahyras
Section 53 (2)

After eating together, at around two in the morning all went back to sleep. Other than Alma staying awake, she did not find a comfortable back sleeping position. In his view of Lutfan from a distance, he understood that if the man woke up and was aware of his unequal state, maybe the happy laughter that Alma always heard would be difficult to return.

Jafar was still able to smile, Alma was so grateful. She was just afraid again this ordeal made one side in her husband hurt again and remembered the events transcended about the accident.

Alma sighed softly, in her play. Until suddenly there was an incoming message from Ummi Salamah, his father-in-law.

Ummis

Later when you wake up please call Ummi, son.

^^Ummi, Alma has not slept^^^

^^^Why?^^^

Ummis

Ummi want to ask how you are doing?

^^^Alma not pa-pa, Ummi^^

Ummis

After dawn you come home, huh?

^^^^^^^

^^^Later Alma turned back again rather unfortunate^^^

Ummis

You are not at home

Friday you have to have surgery

Ummi asked you to rest

Alma pouting. Umm Salamah was right, but she wanted to help accompany Lutfan. Today Thursday and tomorrow is Friday, meaning he does have a complete break in preparation for hernia surgery.

^^^Iya Ummi^^

The screen of the device is off and placed the device on the nightstand. Alma stood stretching his body, he looked at Jafar's sweet face while sleeping so shady under a very bright lamp. He walked while groping the wall looking for a light button, he was a little difficult if too much light, because it was dimly dim more comfortable for the sleep process.

"Aah-astaghfirullah, Mas .. You know me."

His suddenly touched waist greatly shocked him. Even Jafar's footsteps were too light, Alma could not hear the steps, clearly not wrong he was surprised.

"Kok you up?"

Jafar.

"Why? Want to go to your bathroom? Or need something?"

Jafar shook his head, and pulled Alma to sit back in their respective single seats. "Why not sleep?" jafar wrote in the notebook.

"Can't."

Jafar moved his lips. "Why?"

"Lamp." Alma pointed up. "Too bright."

"You stay close your eyes will be dark" Jafar wrote.

"Then I accompanied," wrote Jafar and changed the position of the single seats opposite each other and given a distance of about fifty centimeters. Jafar sat down and wrote. "Put your legs over my thighs."

"No, you'll be tired. It can be tingling as well, Mas," Alma refused.

Jafar forced his two thrashing legs reluctant to be lifted. "Mas Jafar .." said Alma slowly.

"Take your hands off my feet, Mommy."

Jafar shook his head and moved his lips. "Shut up."

Alma clucked in annoyance. Really she was just afraid that resting like this could make her husband's legs hurt.

"Ummi asks you for enough rest. You didn't forget, did you? That Friday you had hernia surgery" Jafar wrote.

"Yes, Mas. I did not forget. Ummi also sent a message I was told to go home at dawn later," explained Alma.

Jafar moved his lips. "Sleep."

"Yes. I'm trying again, Mommy."

Alma crammed her net about eight seconds open again, she was irritated - still unable to sleep. "Mas ... How do I sleep?"

"This is my eye not sleeping. I'm tired, but I can't sleep, the lights are disturbing" Alma said with a whimper.

Jafar throws his jacket. Then he lifted his notebook. "Shut your face with a jacket."

Alma nodded.

"Ha .. rum."

The scent of Jafar's body with perfumes fused in this black jacket. Intoxicating. It was like being hugged by Jafar, he really wasn't lying. Not to mention his two legs were massaged slowly, a very rare pleasure.

"I guess ... I .. started to sleepy Mas."

Alma certainly could not see Jafar's reaction, but he felt both socks opened by Jafar. It seemed like the intention of massaging Jafar was enormous, to the point that he felt eucalyptus oil being given to the soles of his feet.

"Warm, Mom."

"Ka .. mu, what a pinter."

The sleepiness is attacking Alma.

"Masih Mas ... Ma .. love."

Alma's breathing began to normal but the woman's mouth in front of him was not silent.

"I ... I'll give you a wage .. a wage .. a gift."

Looks like the jacket is moving because Alma is nodding. "Anything. But ... don't ask for an expensive ... Mas?"

Tacit.

No continuation.

Jafar was grateful that his wife had slept.

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