Almahyras
Section 54 (2)

The warm embrace of both of them came off.

"Would you like to write something?"

Jafar nodded, his hands writing. "May your operation go well, Alma."

"Aamiinu. Sure, Mas."

Alma looked at the bowed Jafar. Her husband continued to write, I don't know if he looked so long. Alma's hand was raised rubbing the jet black mane. For a few seconds, Jafar turned his notebook around. "The doctor who handled me used to say, that I can go back to talking if I regularly undergo therapy, Alma."

There's a pause on that page. "I know it's good news, but I don't know why I feel it's free."

Alma lifted her husband's chin. "What's all that for, Mom? It's blissful. You can talk again."

Jafar looked down and wrote. "It'll be free if it fails, Alma. I will again make Ummi sad, of course it will also make you disappointed."

"Mas, look at me." Jafar looked up, Alma shook his head slowly. "No, Mas. No one will be sad anymore, no one will be disappointed."

"That's your effort for yourself, ma'am." Alma rubbed her husband's left cheek. "Nobody has the right to judge your situation."

"I and Ummie would never feel that way. If so ..." Alma smiled faintly, his strokes creeping into Jafar's ears. "You can't heal, you .. You can't go back to talking nor pa-pa."

"I never had any intention of leaving you alone." Alma gave a small nod with a glazed net. "Trust me, Mommy."

"If suddenly I change my mind and intend to leave you .. please hold me down, Mas. Do whatever it takes for my nahan so I don't go" Alma added.

Jafar nodded, his sharp net on the left side shedding tears.

"Why cry, Mas?"

Alma wiped the tears, Alma slightly got up and kissed Jafar's head. "Udah. Don't cry, I can't stand hugging anymore."

Jafar drew himself closer, and hugged his wife tightly.

"Wherever you are, I will be by your side. I don't care if you can talk or not, I don't care about that." Alma patted her husband's back. "Because I .. find a new home, where all the love and affection can be obtained easily without me asking, Mas."

Alma nodded small. "This is indeed thanks to Aunt Maryam who chose a man like you to be my husband. Not even apart from my mother's trust, Mas."

"People are right, Mom, the choice of parents is best." Alma's faint smile appeared. "I don't know what it's like to marry someone out of love."

"But .. I know what it's like to be married to someone who has such great love for the people around him."

Jafar took off that hug-and looked at his wife gently.

"People also say, love will come because it's used to." Alma slightly lowered her head and laughed lightly. "Usually the woman will not believe, if the man has not said ... I love you or something."

Alma looked at Jafar with still laughing. "That's a fool. There is such a thing as the language of love, right? No need for my --"

Alma's words were held back as she felt her husband's gaze grow deeper. Even as if waiting for the next speech.

"I ... I already know that you ..." Alma's looking down-laughing stopped already. "Love me, Mommy."

Jafar lifted Alma's chin, until the gazes of the two met. The man who had become the husband nodded and moved his lips. "really. You're right."

Alma blushed in shame.

"Mas .. Anyway after I recover from the surgery, I want to routinely do your therapy. Want, huh?"

Alma raised her index finger and put it on her forehead. "My brow kiss, Mas. Signs you agree."

"Okay. A mark of approval has been imprinted on my forehead!"

Jafar slightly lowered his head and took out a pen and notebook. "You always make me happy and feel lucky, Alma."

"Oh yeah? Don't praise me Mas!"

"Tell me how to make you feel happy and smile?" write Jafar.

"I have you. That's very happy, Mommy."

Jafar sighed. "Is there nothing else you can say besides that? Because I'm really happy to have you too." she wrote.

"You want me to say what?"

"Anything. In addition to praising me," Jafar wrote.

"In addition to praising, huh?" Alma mangosteen. "So, if it's advice or something like pa-pa, right? I can't stand to say this."

Jafar nodded.

"Please take care of yourself. I do not like suddenly you do not eat, I also do not like suddenly you do not want to rest. Whatever bad you've been doing lately to yourself, I don't like it!" Alma looked up and placed her index finger on the chest of Jafar's field. "You are aware, aren't you? If you mean to people."

"So stop being negligent. Stop making decisions without involving others." Alma's three-second pause came back saying, "As of late."

"And also. Stop barring me from doing anything light, some kind of dishwashing." Alma was shaking her lips. "I don't like it when you change me, Mom!"

Jafar nodded with a faint smile. He drew Alma's hand and with a slight bow he wrote. "Why are you different from other women, Alma?"

"He's different! I'm-i'm him-she. No one's a hundred percent the same, ma'am."

"All women want to be made queen after marriage. While you? I help you wash the dishes just you grumble incessantly" Jafar wrote.

Alma nodded small.

"Being a queen doesn't have to be with her husband, does Mas?" Alma shook her head strongly with both hands fluttering left and right. "Not-not! Not down."

"I just don't want you to feel overwhelmed at home anymore." Alma rubbed Jafar's left cheek. "Work in the house let me do it. You must be tired of living outside the house."

Jafar shook his head and lowered his head. "Homework is not to be burdened to the wife alone, Alma."

"I know, Mas. I know that a husband is required to help his wife, and what people are talking about out there is wrong. If that is to say, housework is only in the work of the wife."

Jafar nodded.

"You can help me. That's fine, Mom." Again Alma's hand raised rubbed Jafar's left cheek. "But .. if you're not tired anymore."

"It is also possible to do so."

Alma looked down and his hands crept down holding Jafar's hands. "A .. sal, you're not tired."

"Keeps, right?"

Jafar nodded.

"Okay." Alma looked up at the wall clock that showed eight o'clock over fifteen minutes. "Let's go to sleep, Mommy."