Almahyras
Section 58 (1)

One weeks. After Alma's surgery passed, the stitch wound had dried, but had not had time to remove the thread. Of course Umm Salamah, the in-laws would never allow him to do anything, which he asked for only rest, rest, and rest.

Boring indeed.

But how else?

Since the operation, he could only trouble Jafar. It doesn't taste good. But as usual, Jafar never objected. For example like now, the man who was holding her at this moment had just escorted himself to the bathroom. Truly he can walk, do not want to be carried, in fact Jafar remains stubborn can not be rejected.

"Thank you, Mom."

Jafar sat on the edge of the bed.

"Ohiya, Mas .. the time of hernia surgery you pay using a cheque given by Aunt Bunga, right?"

Jafar did not shake or nod. The man confirmed the layout of his blanket to the chest. "Mas, answer me."

"No, Alma. Everyone uses my money" Jafar wrote.

Alma was silent for a few seconds, frowning. "Why?"

"You shouldn't have to ask, why? Since you are my wife, my responsibilities also finance you" Jafar wrote.

Alma sighed softly, throwing her face to the left-avoiding Jafar. "You know the money as a form of apology from Auntie, Mas. You should have used ..."

"So in the end, what did the money do?" Alma looked at Jafar. "Want you to return it?"

Jafar.

"Certainly? What do you do, Mum? Aunty Bunga's goal is to give the check to the operation you know."

Jafar lifted his notebook. "For your recovery."

"Recovery?"

Jafar nodded.

"I don't think my recovery will be two million, Mas. And the money that Auntie Bunga loves is more than that" explained Alma.

Jafar wrote. "Then?"

Alma.

"Whoever I'm presumptuous it's okay, Alma. I had read your conversation with Auntie Bunga via message you said will return the money, right?" Jafar gave a little pause. "So there's no need to use that money too much. Use enough, and return the rest. Because it would be better for him than you use it whole and restore it whole."

"Yes, Mum."

Alma immediately agreed, of course it made Jafar surprised.

Yielding.

"Do you want to eat something?" write Jafar.

"Hm?" Alma looked at Jafar. "Eat?"

Jafar nodded.

"I'm not a laper" replied Alma.

Jafar's right hand raised rubbed Alma's black mane. Until the swipe slowly sideways to the left cheek of Alma.

"I don't want you to write. Do you have to feel the laper first you want to eat?" Alma nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"I have to laper first I can eat, Mas." This time Alma shook her head and pulled Jafar's hand from her cheek. "Ja .. in, don't force it. Point."

Jafar just smiled faintly and nodded.

"I guess the one who hasn't eaten is ... You, huh?" Alma touched Jafar's left cheek, right cheek and forehead in turn. "You look like I'm skinny, Mom."

Alma. "Surely you're tired, this guy, to the outlet as well, all by himself."

Jafar. "I was helped by Ummi. To the outlet was delivered by Cak Yanto. There's nothing I really do alone, Alma" she wrote.

"Do you eat?"

Jafar nodded.

Alma understood all assisted by Umm Salamah and Cak Yanto. But it does not deny that her husband is self-exciting. He wants to recover soon, so as soon as possible to help Jafar. After a few seconds of silence Alma said, "Mas, when did this stitch come off?"

"Tomorrow" wrote Jafar.

Alma suddenly became moody. "Sorry, I took care of you."

Jafar looked down and wrote something long enough for Alma to read. "Want to spend the week together at the orphanage? If yes. Can you come with me to spend on gifts for the kids?"

There's a pause on that one page. "I plan to buy a present tomorrow. If you do not mind after going home to remove the stitches, we immediately shop. That okay?"

"By buying a gift for you?" write Jafar.

Alma remembered all the things the gift she wanted was already written in her notebook. "Yes-yes. I forgot to know!"

"Mas, Mum ..." Alma leaned her body at Jafar, slightly bringing her face closer. "My request is a lot."

"So, ready for the money Mas ... Honey," added Alma.

The gaze that was too close, made Jafar nervous as well as reddened because of the words that Alma had just said. Jafar pushed Alma's left shoulder slowly, returning his wife's position to the way she was.

"Gee! What the hell, Mas?" Alma groans by leaning the body on pillows. "Don't like you I'm so close?"

"Not like it, hm?"

Jafar.

"Huh? You're geleng?" Netra Alma widened. "Don't really like it? Oh my God, my mom!"

Jafar nodded as soon as he wrote. So that the wife who is still the girl in front of him stops babbling. "Like. It's just you're getting too close, Alma. For now, please don't get that close. After the seam opening you can be as close as anything to me."

Alma's lips remained manyun. "What does the same stitch have to do?" says slowly.

Jafar smiled faintly. A smile that was very difficult for Alma to understand her point, after opening the stitches, huh? Alma nodded. "So until then I can't get near you?"

"Of course I can. I'm just asking not to get too close" Jafar wrote.

Alma began to stand up again, now a little closer to his body. "How can you?"

Jafar nodded.

"When Mas, after the operation and the stitches have not dried our distance is closer than this you know." Alma smiled ignorantly. "For example, your time ... brief kiss on .. lip?"

"You didn't forget we ever-" Alma's mouth was silenced by Jafar's right hand, the man's face was still flushed to the ears. Alma never denied when her husband was shy like this looks so adorable.

"Hmhhm." Alma drew Jafar's hand, so that he could speak freely. "Mas! Silence the mouths of all, you, uh!"

"Why? Embarrassed?"

Suddenly there was a knock from outside the room. Following the sound that Jafar and Alma knew. A lutfan? Is that really the sound of a grumpy man? Alma misses her brother so much.

"Lutfan, Mum!" Jafar got up from the bed, picked up an instant roast veil. "I am sir .. ai."

Jafar wears Alma's veil. This kind of attention, short. But for Alma it felt very different. Preferential.

"Thank you, Mom." Alma got up, approaching the doorway. "Lutfan!"

"Eh ... Brother-in-law," said Lutfan with a big smile-the man in the wheel chair.

Not pathetic, not the slightest bit of Alma felt pity. Lutfan doesn't need that. Lutfan needs more support from the whole family.

"Want to see Mas Jafar, Ukhti?" Say Lutfan again. Still at that time Jafar had stood behind Alma. "Mas, I want to talk about the same outlet. Can you?"

Jafar nodded. Maybe going to the work room, which is adjacent to the room Ummi Salamah, which was once also the workspace owned by his father-in-law.

"Mrs ..."

Alma was surprised, if Mardiyah did not come. "Mar. You coming?"

"He'em." Mardiyah stared at Lutfan. "I have to go wherever he goes."

The look on Mardiyah's face remained flat, but her gaze on Lutfan looked more sincere. Alma does not know, love will not be that easy to hide, even though Mardiyah is silent as the woman Alma still knows.

"Where ... does it feel to be a wife, Mar?" alma asked with a light laugh. "Let's just ask me, won't I?"

"No pa-pa." Mardiyah sighed. "It's a habit, it tastes."

Alma. "Ka ... You're just as good as Lutfan, right?"

Mardiyah nodded.

"But ... Why is your answer?"

Mardiyah looked at Alma. "That's how?"

"E-however." Alma did not ask Mardiyah's creepy gaze. "I'm just asking."

"Urusi walimatul'ursy. Looks like it's gonna be a big event." Mardiyah broke off her eye contact. "Yes, right?"

"Yeah. Your show is ready too."

Mardiyah sighed. "Lutfan doesn't want any walimatul'ursy."

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