Almahyras
Section 53 (5)

Bakda isya Jafar round-about half-eight. Alma was ready to use lingerie to greet her husband in front of the door, with a sweet smile.

"Vaalaikumussalam. Here, his hand," said Alma by taking Jafar's right hand. But was arrested by the owner.

"I .. I want to salim."

Jafar nodded with his faint smile, he let Alma kiss the back of his hand.

"I've made you tea. Want to drink now?"

Jafar shook his hands pointing at the bathroom.

"You go to the bathroom first, change your clothes, too."

About two minutes Jafar came out, wearing a plain white t-shirt and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Alma then went to get a warm tea to enjoy her husband.

"So you stopped by the hospital, Mas?"

Jafar nodded, he had gulped down the glass of tea. Jafar's hand switched to opening the nightstand drawer first taking the pen and paper there. "Ummi was there too. He said he was staying over" Jafar wrote.

"Te ... rus tomorrow Ummi's coming?"

"Yes. He will come home at dawn and rest for a while at home. We will leave before Friday prayers" Jafar wrote.

Alma nodded small. "Okay."

All of a sudden he was rolling around, his hands back wet and cold - he was nervous for tomorrow. But somehow talking about the hospital for a moment just makes it not careless. Alma sat leaning against the cushions he was resting on, taking and breathing out occasionally.

Netramnya. Alma seemed to forget that next to him was Jafar, because suddenly a warm hand grasped his fingers. The beautiful net is back open. "Mas .. sa-I'm afraid," he said.

"Why if ... pas up there I don't dare to enter?"

Alma lowered her head, and clasped her husband's fingers tightly. "I know this is a minor operation. B-but I can't control my fear Mas."

"I ..." Alma took off Jafar's hand, and placed it right on his chest. "My heart ... Do you play?"

Alma shook her head firmly, still clasping Jafar's wrist. "I don't know why I can do this. I ... I'm suddenly scared, Mas."

Jafar's hand, which was right on Alma's chest, spread upward through his shoulder until it stopped on his wife's back. This deck was always warm and soothing, but Alma could not lie, she still felt afraid.

"The doctor .. only Doctor Indira, right Mas? Is there no man? I'm even more afraid I'm ashamed that there's a man."

A gentle swipe felt on his back head, Jafar's hand had switched to rubbing his hair. Alma remembered, something else. Then push Jafar slowly to release a hug. No-no why is he complaining? This will only add to the burden of her husband's mind, she can't be like this.

"Mas ... Mas Jafar, get off."

Hugs off. Jafar returned to pick up the book and the questioner to write. "You've improved?"

"Udah." Alma looked up at her husband. "You're tired, right? Have eaten? Want me a pijatin? Or do you want to go straight to sleep?"

Jafar.

"Why?"

Jafar nodded again.

"Tomorrow you must be getting tired Mas, nganterin me, to the outlet again, continue surely you want to see Lutfan too, right?"

Jafar nodded.

"I understand, Mas. So, let's take a break." Alma's hand raised rubbed Jafar's forehead which was covered with a child's hair. "I asked if you had eaten?"

Jafar moved his lips. "Not yet."

"Yet?" Alma sighed softly. "Why are you like this? ... You wait here. I'll take you to eat first."

Alma took the shawl in the closet. Then he went to the kitchen to take food, he had time to cook oseng tempeh and beans, side dishes fried fish. After he finished, he returned to the room again and gave Jafar a plate of food directly.

"Eat. I wait for you."

The plate was not taken over by Jafar.

"Why not take it? You want me a bribe?"

Jafar looked at him and moved his lips. "Can?"

"Can?" Alma nodded small. "Byeah, Mas. You slide a little, I want to sit face to face so it's easy to bribe later."

The spoon was lifted. "Aac ... The mouth book is Mas."

Slowly Jafar chewed on the food that Alma had fed him. His hands are writing in a notebook. "Ummi said that Dimas was taking mineral water at home. You waiting?" write Jafar.

Alma shook her head slowly. "I didn't wait for him. I didn't see him either. That's the Kirana I told you to wait for."

Jafar's second bribe wrote a reply. "That's better. I don't want to misunderstand you anymore, Alma."

"He'em." Alma gave a small nod and fed Jafar again. "I don't want you to think anything."

"That's not some kind of mind, Alma. Because men sometimes tend to think of such things. I'm not saying it's natural, but it's real" Jafar wrote.

Reading her husband's writing made Alma to address Jafar's netra more deeply. "So you ... are also inclined to think about these things you mean?"

"Sometimes." Netra Alma was wide-eyed, even spontaneously she coughed. But Jafar continued his writing. "But for now no, Alma."

There's a pause in that notebook. "I'm married, and I can do it straight away without having to think about such things."

Spontaneous Alma coughed again. What kind of conversation is this? He tucked his hair behind his ears, preparing to feed Jafar again. So that the nervousness is covered. He knew he was married, but it was still strange for him.

"Aakk .. bu-open your mouth again."

There was no more conversation between himself and Jafar, only the mouthfuls and mutual gazes that both of them did. Until the last mouthful, Alma gave mineral water to Jafar to drink.

"out of."

Alma placed the dirty dishes and glasses on the gray table near the door. Then she sat down again next to her husband. "What was Lutfan doing? Lutfan is conscious? She's all right, isn't she?"

"Alhamdulillah. Just keep talking, what are you?

"Lutfan asked, who is handling outlets outside the city. I really don't think the question can get there. He really sucks, Alma. I really wanted to hit him that second too!" write Jafar.

Alma laughed lightly. "I really hope the laughter from Lutfan will never go away. I'd rather if he talks a lot, I'd also like it if he calls me ukhti, Mas."

"I'm happy, Lutfan can spread laughter for people. Even you feel happy" Jafar wrote.

"All your families are really stocking happy for people, Mas. Either Umma, Ummi, Lutfan, Kiai, you and all. I am really lucky to have a new family that is so harmonious" said Alma.

Jafar smiled faintly at his wife and slightly lowered his head to write. About a few seconds Jafar's notebook was lifted, showing it to Alma. "I feel lucky. Thank you for being born in this world to be my wife, Alma."

"Eh, your lips ..." Alma gently rubbed the chewy object, there were remnants of the oil from the food. "Udah. Clean."

"Together, my mother." Alma laughed lightly. "We don't need to worry about who's luckier. Because we're both lucky."

Alma spread out both hands. "Here's the hug."

Jafar received the hug, his habit came back. He infiltrated Alma's side of the neck, removing some of the children's hair that covered his wife's neck. Fragrant. The scent of Alma's body he always liked, the small kisses landed around Alma-Jafar's neck did not intend to do more, he just enjoyed something he liked from his wife's body.

The sound of an incoming call blew away the hot atmosphere that had only occurred for a while now.

"My phone sounds, Mom." Alma pushed Jafar's plan. "Awhile."

Gawai was located at the table beside the bed Alma took, he saw who contacted him. "Ummi, Mas's the phone."

Alma clicked the green button.

"Assalamualaikum, Alma."

"Waalaikumussalam Ummi."

"Your mother has gone home? Ummi send a message, why not reply?" ask Umm Salamah.

Alma looked straight at her husband. "Ummi. I think Mas Jafar's cell phone is dead. Ummi want a video call?"

"No need, son. If you are already home, yes. Ummi was just worried. Don't forget that you are told to eat" said Ummi Salamah.

Alma replied, "Udah Ummi. This is just eating."

"Yes, you have rested. Ummi matiin, huh?"

"Yes. Ummi also rest."

The connection was cut off from Ummi Salamah's side. Alma again took a seat beside Jafar, and asked, "Your phone is dead? Ummi send a message why don't you reply?"

Jafar nodded.

"Now on the charger?"

Jafar nodded.

"Yes already. Now I'm gonna do the dishes for a minute." Alma moved from the edge of the bed, her hands had taken over the dirty dishes and glasses on the table. "You wanna come?"

Jafar moved on, and took over the dirty dishes and glasses from his wife. He walked first to leave Alma.

"You ... Who asked who went first? I was left out."

When Alma had reached the kitchen. Jafar had been standing in front of the sink with a sponge in his hand, hurriedly Alma approached and took over. "Ih, Mom! You are .. I invite you it is only asking in cementin, not you who are holy."

"No off?" alma said by pulling the sponge from Jafar's right hand.

"Mas, loose! You are a habit. I did, really!"

Jafar shook his head and moved his lips. "Sit down."

"No way!" Alma kept pulling that sponge. Until the pull was too strong, he did not realize that the floor below was wet. Alma almost fell if Jafar did not spontaneously pull his waist.

Alma's breath was piqued. "Ham .. pir only. You anyway, take off the sponge Mas. Let me just!"

Jafar was still determined not to let go of the sponge and her husband's hand was still good at washing. "okay! For two aja. For two, my mother," he said.

Jafar nodded by showing her sweet smile.

"You plates. I'm the glasses."

About fifteen minutes the two were busy washing dirty eating furniture while playing water together. After that the two went back to the room, and Alma immediately threw herself down on her back in bed.

"Smuck too, huh?" Alma looked at her wet upper lingerie. "Where wet too. You are too much, Mas ... Can you please just guarantee me that much?"

Jafar then flung down facing Alma, and hugged his wife from the side. Jafar's breathing was heard by Alma because her husband's lips were right in his left jaw.

"You're tired too, huh?" Alma laughed lightly as she felt Jafar nod and smile. "Aren't you going to change your clothes?"

"Later the bed wet, Mom."

Jafar.

"Cock-knuckle? You really don't want to change clothes? Then the wind!" Alma took a sitting position. But she was held by her husband's hand. "I want to change my nightgown again, Mom."

"Cold."

Jafar clutched him, as if giving warmth to him. "Your embrace doesn't work, Mom. Your clothes are wet too."

"Udah, ah!" Alma pushed Jafar with all her might, until her husband fell back and took off a hug. "Let's change clothes first."

Jafar's hand raised his finger displaying the number two.

"What?"

Jafar's lips moved with his hands that still displayed the number two. "Two."

Alma gave a small nod with both cheeks flushed. His left and right hands pulled Jafar's hands to get up. "Yes .. both. Let's get up, get changed. We are sleeping."