Almahyras
Section 55 (1)

At eleven o'clock in the afternoon Jafar and Umm Salamah drove Alma to the Naval Hospital which is quite close to the boarding school. Ummi Salamah chose to sit next to Cak Yanto, he said, let the Jafar-husbands, be near him for a moment to give peace.

Several times Alma sighed, again he was pounding, the black daihatsu car entered the hospital courtyard. He's getting scared.

Jafar opened his palm and handed over the notebook. "Have my hand, if you're afraid."

Alma smiled faintly and shook her head. "Little, Mas," he whispered.

Jafar's hand touched Alma-crawling's hand by opening his palm and linking the two fingers together.

"I'm not pa-pa, Mas" whispered Alma.

There was nothing that Alma regretted, since living together with the man beside him. Whether any problems he went through with Jafar, it always ended fine. The basis of her husband's nature is affection, so no matter how angry Jafar will not be until the heart hurts him.

However, for the khilaf to accidentally injure anything is okay. Because for Alma, sometimes humans do disappoint their neighbors.

"Anything you ask after recovering from surgery will be granted, Alma. So make as many lists as possible" Jafar wrote.

Alma leaned over her body slightly, and she whispered softly, "I'm just afraid your money is running out."

Alma sat back down. Jafar shook his head strongly and wrote. "God's love will not end. Who do you think I worked that hard for? Besides, Ummi."

"I?" alma asked with a soft laugh.

Jafar nodded.

"When I recover, I leave everything to you. Whatever I want, you promise to grant that, right?" alma said slowly.

Jafar nodded. "As long as it makes sense. I promise," he wrote.

Alma laughs softly-takes over her husband's notebook. "Quiet, Mas. I'm not going to ask you to bring me the brightest star from space" Alma wrote.

Jafar suddenly laughed.

"Duh, what's the conversation? Ummi see from the mirror smile continuously you guys, newlyweds are gini, huh?" sahut Umm Salamah.

Alma smiled faintly and replied, "It's nothing, Ummi."

"Son, don't be afraid later? Outside the same Masmu Ummi definitely nemenin you, anyway bismilbornrahmanirrahim smoothly, certainly smoothly," said Ummi Salamah.

"Yes Ummi. Aamiin, God willing, Alma is not afraid" replied Alma.

Alma took a few breaths as the car stopped.

Arrived here?

"Let's get down, son."

Jafar took her down together, held her husband's hand tightly as if channeling calmness.

"I'm pounding again, Mas" said Alma.

Jafar nodded-his right hand released his switch grip rubbing Alma's back and patting slowly.

"Please do'ain me, Mas. I-I was suddenly afraid," said Alma.

Alma, Jafar and Umm Salamah see Indira Doctor who handles Alma hernia surgery later. The trip down the hospital really made him nervous, at every step he always convinced himself that everything would be okay. Even Jafar's hand was getting tighter.

"Mr Alma, ready for surgery?"

Alma nodded. "Ready, Doctor."

"It was fasting, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Doc. Fasting."

Doctor Indira smiled knot. "Mas Jafar and Ummi don't have to worry, this is a small operation. God willing, this hernia does not affect other things in his body, Alma said. God willing."

Ummi Salamah and Jafar just nodded.

Doctor Indira's views turned again on Alma. "Come Ma'am, the same nurse will be helped by Mbak Almanya to prepare for surgery."

"Say later after Friday prayers, Doc," said Umm Salamah.

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An hour later, the hernia operation that Alma Jalanin had completed. It is actually okay to go home after having umbilical hernia surgery, because again Doctor Indira said that this is not a major operation like other hernias. But Jafar and Umm Salamah still want at least two days of Alma hospitalization.

All the restrictions have been explained by Doctor Indira to Jafar. Alma has been moved to a class III inpatient room at the request of Umm Salamah. While Alma had just regained consciousness around two o'clock in the afternoon, she fell silent to the left where her husband lay asleep.

"Mas ..." said Alma.

Jafar never woke up maybe his voice was not so loud.

"Maos ..."

Jafar's body movements felt. The man woke up, his neutrals met face-to-face. Look at the shady eyes Jafar set on him

Alma smiled faintly. "It hurts, Mas."

Jafar nodded small.

"But I'm not pa-pa. Must've ..." Alma sighed softly withstanding the pain in her stomach. "It's gonna heal."

Jafar nodded small again. Alma did not know when her husband was writing Jafar suddenly brought his notebook closer. "You're great. Thankfully, the operation went well. Ummi and I asked Dr. Indira to stay in the hospital for two days" Jafar wrote.

Alma just nodded.

"Mas .. can I have a drink?"

Jafar nodded and moved his lips. "Can." Jafar's hand took the bottled mineral water and poured it a little, then brought it closer to his wife's lips.

"Udah." Alma smiled back at her sleeping position comfortably. "Can't be much, right?"

Jafar nodded.

"What time is it, Mom?"

Jafar showed me his dress.

"Aren't you at the outlet?"

Jafar.

"My operation disrupted your work, huh Mas? Sorry."

Jafar nodded again. This time he wrote in his notebook. "Absolutely not, Alma. I can do it online. Your operation is not at all disturbing."

"Continue ..." Alma sighed when the pain suddenly felt.

Jafar lifted his notebook. "Don't say much" he wrote.

Alma nodded. And said softly, "Pasca ... what surgery .... who said the same Doctor?"

Jafar. About fifteen seconds her husband drew closer and lifted a notebook containing a little long writing. "The stitches will dry for about 3-4 days. As long as you eat something soft. Other prohibitions do not exist. Maybe for those who are married about 1-2 weeks should not have sex."

"O-oh, huh?" Alma turned to him to the left-hand side-avoiding Jafar's gaze. "Don't look at me, Mas. You .. your work."

Alma's right hand was suddenly touched by Jafar. At that moment Alma also looked. "What?"

Jafar shook his head, and he rose from his seat and leaned toward Alma and briefly kissed his wife's forehead.

Kiss forehead?

Alma gave a faint smile to Jafar, as her husband sat back on the sofa to handle his work online.

People right. I'm used to living with you, Mom. I'm used to seeing you, I'm used to receiving this gentle treatment of yours.

So ... not wrong, right? If slowly my heart opens to you, my.

I received the love I wanted all along. A love without regard to anything, other than sincerity, Mas.

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