Almahyras
Section 53 (3)

The dawn is over.

Alma and Jafar get ready to go home. Now change Salwa and Umma Sarah who will look after Lutfan-perhaps Jafar as well, after going home around the outlet. Cak Yanto has come and the car again drove through the high buildings of the city, which is still dimly waiting for the sunrise.

"Mas, you're going to the outlet?"

Jafar nodded.

"I'm coming, huh?"

Jafar.

"You're just a jerk. I will not be tired."

Jafar took out his gawai and shifted his body towards his wife. "Today I will also replace Lutfan to see two more outlets approaching this city. You sure know it's gonna be a long time, Alma. Please understand" he wrote.

Alma showed her sad face. "Yes ... No pa-pa, right? I-I just go with you again can't time?"

"Can't not. After surgery and you're cured, you can come with me. Every day is no problem, Alma. To this day do not, you must rest completely," wrote Jafar-by bringing his salary closer to Alma.

"Okay," after Alma.

The operation he underwent was not at Adiwangsa Hospital, but at a Navy hospital that was closer than the way back to the boarding house. Alma so thought if later after the operation was completely finished he could go straight home? Or have to stay? He was too lazy to stay in the hospital for too long.

"Want to eat porridge?" write Jafar.

Alma nodded.

"You too .. must eat. Breakfast first." Alma's gaze turned to look straight at Cak Yanto who focused on driving. "Sir, Ummi's back at the boarding school?"

"Sorry, Ma'am. Before heading to the hospital Cacak was told to go to the boarding school first," explained Cak Yanto.

Alma nodded and turned to her husband. "About two outlets coming home at what time, Mas?"

"Maybe seven o'clock is done. Why?" write Jafar.

"That's you, right?"

Jafar shook his head and typed. "I went to Adiwangsa Hospital for a while to deliver food."

"You really are, huh? Just food straight home. Don't be long, your body also needs enough rest."

Jafar nodded.

"Apotek no one opens Cak so early?" ask Alma.

Cak Yanto replied, "There, Ma'am. Pharmacy twenty-four hours second outlet deck."

"Please stop by later, huh Cak?"

Cak Yanto nodded. "Ready, Ma'am."

Seconds Alma leaning his body on the car seat suddenly Jafar showed his salary. "You feel bad? Why did you ask to stop at the pharmacy?" write Jafar.

"I want to buy vitamins for you, Mom. Your health must be maintained, so that it remains strong and can help Lutfan." Alma's hand touched Jafar's left thigh with a little closer he said again, "Don't hurt, don't be tired. I ... I'm worried about you."

"I don't want you to put all these problems on yourself" Alma added.

Around half-hour five in the morning their black daihatsu cars stopped at the Pharmacy, which was close to the outlet - only two buildings.

"You coming down?"

Jafar nodded and took Alma's hand to descend. "I also want to buy inhalers with eucalyptus at home" said Alma.

"Vitamin two. You should also drink, do not just tell me to take care of my health. You also have to take care of your health" Jafar wrote.

"Yes yes."

A moment out of the door of the netra pharmacy Alma caught the porridgeman who stopped across. "Mas, that's chicken porridge!" said it.

Jafar nodded.

"I just bought it. But please try to ask Cak Yanto first, Mas. Does he want to? Just buyin for Icha, that kid would love."

Jafar according to approaching Cak Yanto. And a few seconds later came back with the news that Cak Yanto asked for just one for Icha, his son. After hearing that Alma crossed the street buying four packs of porridge.

"Udah, Mom. Four packs" said Alma after crossing back and entering the car.

Alma handed one porridge in front. "It's Cak, make Icha."

"Still nggih Mas Mbak," said Cak Yanto.

"Sami-sami, Miss."

The breakfast together is over.

At seven o'clock in the morning Alma was resting in the room, she had changed her clothes with lingerie and was laying down on the bed. Her net was staring at the bathroom doorway, waiting for her husband to come out.

"Mas ... You take a short break, huh? Sleep" Alma said as she watched Jafar approach the dresser.

From behind Alma saw Jafar shake his head.

"Why?" Alma took a sitting position. "You just went home and slept in the hospital last night wasn't too comfortable. So why don't you sleep for a while? Just left for the outlet."

Jafar approached Alma with a pen and a notebook. "My nine hours should go straight to the outlet" Jafar wrote.

"Yes continues? It's nine o'clock. It's still seven o'clock, there's still time for you to go to sleep."

Jafar shook his head again, he looked up at the roof of his room wall.

"You're stubborn, Mas." Alma pulled Jafar's arm slowly, so that her husband turned and looked at her. "I know your responsibilities are increasing, because of this accident. But you seem to ignore yourself."

"Today we go home from the outlet directly to the hospital, we even stay there, Mas." Alma sighed softly. "Is that not enough to make you feel that you are still very, very useful to Lutfan?"

"You family, Mas. To be there and to love one another does not have to be at the expense of oneself."

Alma shook her head strongly. "No. You can't sacrifice. You just can't be negligent with yourself."

"Don't you know what? If Lutfan wakes up and knows you're wholesaling yourself like a gini, he'll get angry, he'll mengomelin you all-out until your ears are hot."

Netra Alma suddenly glazed over. "That's because of what? That's because Lutfan loves you, Mas."

"I understand very well. Lutfan used to be in your position, and when you lay weak in the hospital. Lutfan must be working hard too, but please .. you know the time, if it's time to rest please you rest."

Jafar looked at Alma with a wistful gaze, his right hand raised to tuck the child's hair on the left side of his wife's ear.

"Do you know, Mom?"

Jafar nodded.

"It's not hard, am I asking you to rest for a while?"

Jafar shook his head - slowly leaning his body toward Alma, he let out a brief peek and pulled his wife in a tug until a warm embrace enveloped the two men.

"I'm worried about you ..."

Jafar nodded and occasionally kissed Alma's head without a veil. Even his wife's long black mane was rubbed slowly, and suddenly Jafar slumped together with Alma with the position still holding each other.

"Sleep, Mas."

Jafar nodded.

"Let's take off her arms first, let's get some comfortable sleep."

Jafar.

"Later your hands tingle, this to the same boil over my head."

Jafar nodded again.

"Basic .. You are stubborn. Le ..." Alma pushed Jafar with all her might so that their embrace was resolved. " ... pas. Mas ... Take it off first, O God!"

Hugs off.

Jafar looked at Alma with his flat face, he seemed annoyed his wife was reluctant to sleep with a hug. Jafar moved his lips. "Why?"

"Why? You still ask why?" Alma shifted backwards touching Jafar's concentrated arm. "This is your hand. Later can tingle. Sick later."

"If you want to sleep face to face gini, while hugging." Jafar's right hand, Alma lifted up to hug his waist. "Curkey. Less satisfied?"

"This is more than enough for you to feel me and ..." Alma's hand also hugged Jafar's waist. "I'm hugging you."

"So let's go to bed. Close your eyes, Mom."

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