Almahyras
Section 56 (1)

Umm Salamah was right. After returning from the mosque in the hospital environment, Jafar suddenly complained of cold, heavy rain outside and space cooling had not been set quite right. Alma looked at her husband who rubbed his hands, and saw her husband was struggling with a laptop.

"Maos ..."

Jafar turned his gaze away from the laptop.

"There's a long outer in my bag. Try to make a blanket, Mom. You're cold, aren't you?"

Jafar.

"Don't ring that. Take, Mas. If you get sick, who will take care of me?"

Jafar nodded. He moved from his seat to Alma's bag lying on the sofa single end, then looking for the long outside of his wife's intention.

"Meet?"

Jafar.

Alma did bring a little stuff. That is, the veil and the robe one and the long outer one. "Bring here, Mas."

The bag was placed right next to him. He searched long outer and finally found. Alma directly draped on her husband's left shoulder. "Wear the blanket. I know it's thin, but it's enough for a blanket."

Jafar nodded and moved his lips. "Thank you."

"Together."

Jafar properly draped the long outer on his left and right shoulders. Then he sat down in a single chair next to Alma, and on the edge of the bed he put down a notebook. "Aren't you feeling cold?" write Jafar.

Alma. "There's a blanket, Mas. I'm not cold at all."

"Sholat?" write Jafar.

Alma nodded. "Udah, Mom. Najai is also."

Jafar.

"Why, Mas?"

Jafar.

"I don't like it when you're asked that ring." Alma's hand shifted Jafar's notebook. "Write something here."

About five seconds into writing Jafar handed over his notebook. "sorry. Because we can't just get together Alma. You certainly know the reason. Really, I want to pray together with you."

"No pa-pa, Mom. Insha Allah later if you have regular therapy, we can surely worship."

Jafar shook his head, his hand went back to writing. "I'm not too sure, Alma. Please don't ever wish on a useless man like me."

Jafar is like this. Alma disliked this and she said, "Get out of you, Mas. How many times have I told you I don't like you like this."

There was a silence of a few minutes, only the roar of his second breath was heard. Alma stared straight at the television, Jafar lowered his head to the back. Alma doesn't want Jafar like this anymore. His right hand was suddenly touched, then changed in the hand

Until Alma couldn't not look. "Want to watch a movie, anime or drama?" write Jafar.

For a moment, Alma's netra sparkled. Then he nodded small, a very good offer and hard to turn down. "Can! But ... wait a minute."

For a moment Alma was silent. Is it true that someone like this Jafar is willing to watch such things? He thought, Jafar will be very, very stiff and dull. "Do you like to see that?"

"Sometimes," wrote Jafar.

Alma mangosteen. Just sometimes? Especially if you watch it together, you will definitely like it more. "But .. usually men rarely like the same drama or film that meme-menye. Are you that right?"

"Menye-menye you mean more inclined to romantic things, right?" write Jafar.

"Yes that. Usually men prefer the romance genre as a complement, not as a main topic in the film," said Alma.

Jafar smiled faintly and nodded. "You're right. So what do you want to watch?" inscribed.

"I give you two choices, okay?" Alma's three-second pause again said, "Drama or Anime?"

Jafar looked down to write an answer. After that, he lifted his notebook. "Anime?"

"Anime?" alma asked as if she could not believe it. Then he nodded small. "Okay. What's the title?"

"Please grab my phone, Mas. I'd like to take a look." Jafar gave the device he took from the top of the nightstand. After receiving Alma opened the app where she usually watches anime. "Attack on Titan? You ever seen that?"

Jafar.

"Same. I'm not yet, either, Mas."

Jafar got up, took a sitting position next to Alma.

"I ... ni, watch it on your phone?"

Jafar nodded.

"The light can be in matiin no, huh Mas? Let's just say that."

Hearing Alma's words, Jafar went down to look for the light button and turned it off and sat down next to Alma.

"Thank you, Mom."

...🌺...

Alma and Jafar watched three episodes of Attack on Titan S1. When he heard the azan isha Alma asking for a moment's pause, he wanted to be continued again, but before that he and Jafar had to perform the isha prayer.

"The rain's still pouring, Mas?"

Jafar nodded.

"Will you walk carefully? The hospital floor is usually slippery, I'm afraid you fall. Slow down" said Alma.

Jafar drew near - his hands raised rubbing his wife's right cheek. "Yes." Yeah." He moved his lips.

Alma's right hand was raised slowly, resting on Jafar's hand on his cheek. "Don't forget, you stopped by for food. This is it, I'm afraid the canteen will close."

Jafar nodded.

"I ... troublesome, huh Mas?"

Jafar.

Jafar shook his head again - this time he drew near to Alma and briefly kissed the head of his wife covered in a veil.

"You will definitely say gini, it's natural husband and wife to trouble each other." Alma smiled faintly, a brief kiss ending Jafar stared again. "I agree, really. And later if I have recovered, I am really ready to be bothered, whether the slightest thing if you want to ask for my help. Just ask, will you?"

Jafar nodded. "Surely." Lips moving.

"Yes, you're leaving, my mother."

Jafar nodded. Before that he stood on the nightstand, from Alma's vision it seemed like Jafar was writing. And after it was over, the man approached again, giving him a piece of paper that had been folded. Then turn around leaving the inpatient room.

After Jafar completely left, Alma looked down at the piece of paper, then opened it slowly. "I'm ready to trouble you too. So many of my requests later, please don't feel any hassles, huh? And also, I am ready to accept any list you want. But the condition is, you must recover first."

Alma's faint smile appeared. Slowly he can easily understand Jafar, the loving man, doing anything for loved ones and sometimes still humbling himself.

There's nothing wrong with Alma.

The kling!

His jaw rang-when he wanted to get ready to do tayamum again.

Mardiyah's?

Mardiyah

Howareyou?

^^^Baik^^

Mardiyah

What operation are you undergoing?

^^^Hernia^^

Alma answered honestly. Because it's really okay, Mardiyah will be a part of her family, there's no need to hide.

Mardiyah

Smoothly?

Alhamdulillah, yes^^^^

Mardiyah

Lutfan is also getting better, if you want to know the news

Alhamdulillah, Mar^^^

^^^Titip salam for Lutfan^^^

Mardiyah

Lutfan and I are getting married

Netra Alma. Be married? Se ... coral? His right hand replied.

^^^Now, Mar?^^^

Mardiyah

Ja

I asked for it

Not wrong, is it?

Are you serious, Mar?^^^

^^^Why?^^^

Mardiyah

This marriage was arranged, however,

and I think it's the right time today

I don't have a problem with Alma, if Umma Sarah wants to tie me up as her daughter-in-law as soon as possible

Because for me it's better, and it makes it easier for me to take care of Lutfan.

Alma smiled faintly. Why bother if the main reason is Lutfan? Mardiyah is too proud.

^^^I understand, Mar^^^

^^^ Better than that

^^^So now you want to marry religiously?^^^

Mardiyah

Ja

And his walimatul'ursy one day after your wedding with Jafar.

No objection?

^^^ Absolutely not, Mar^^^

^^^ I look forward to your marriage^^^

^^^Cabari again later^^^

Not wrong. Alma also forced Jafar to marry her the second that Aunt Maryam's body came home. Maybe this situation is different, but the feelings of Alma and Mardiyah as a woman are certainly the same. After all, which human being is able to survive when he sees loved ones helpless?

"No pa-pa, Mar. I understand your situation" muttered Alma.

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