Almahyras
Section 58 (3)

"Assalamualaikum, Umma. It's Alma" said Alma, starting a phone call. He had promised Jafar to inquire about Lutfan to Umma Sarah-after isha's prayer.

"Vaalaikumussalam. Alma, what's up, son?"

Alma was silent for a moment. "Umma, Alma wants to ask ... about Lutfan."

I heard a breath from across. "Yes. What do you want to ask, son?"

"Is Lutfan also Umma therapy?"

"Yes, Son. The doctor suggested therapy. But Lutfan ..." Umma Sarah paused. "No. Mardiyah also can't persuade Lutfan."

It will be very difficult to accept yourself. Lutfan is not wrong to refuse, again all require a process for self-acceptance. Alma thought for now it was okay to give Lutfan a moment of rest.

"Alma will do the best for Lutfan, Umma," said Alma-who was immediately at the end by another wish and greeting because he had guests.

Alma turned around when she heard the sound of the door opening. Jafar came home from the pesantren mosque, seen the man carrying a white parcel and there are peeking stabs and rice in Jafar's right hand.

The sata?

"What did you bring?"

Jafar lifted the parcel.

"Sate, Mom?"

Jafar nodded and drew closer following Alma sitting on the edge of the bed. "Buy where? Outside the pesantren?"

Jafar nodded.

"Ommy?"

Jafar pulled out the device, and opened the note app and typed as fast as possible for Alma. "I went out for a minute. I also bought it for Ummi, he is eating with Mbok Isna now."

"This ... rice team?" Alma touched down on the plate that was still hot. "When did you make it? My last meal after Ashar. It was also a little and was gone."

Jafar took a seat, and Alma also spontaneously wanted to sit down, but was hurriedly restrained by Jafar with a shudder.

"Why? I'd like to sit down with you, too, Mom."

Jafar typed quickly and fifteen seconds passed handing his gawai to Alma. "Your bitterness is already dry, and just open it. But it might hurt a little bit Alma, when you sit too low. So you better sit there."

Jafar gave a pause. "And this rice team was made by Ummi. I asked him for help."

Alma nodded. "Yes, Mum."

Wrap two paper satay and rice oil opened slowly by Jafar, and poured little by little peanut seasoning.

"Mas is enough, that's all."

Jafar gave the plate, and Alma placed it beside the bed. "Let's stand you, Mas. We're eating at that desk, and I'm asking you to take a seat in a makeup chair."

The two devoured together satay with both speechless. Until it runs out on the last feed. Alma said, "Mas, I .. want to talk."

Jafar nodded.

"You ... have never taken me to Abi's grave." Alma looked at Jafar straight. "I want to go to your Abi tomb, Mas before our walimatul'ursy."

Jafar looked surprised. Maybe he forgot? The man in front of him started typing on the device, and Alma chose to approach. To read what her husband wrote. "Of course, Alma. I'm sorry I don't remember that. I also want to make a pilgrimage to the graves of your Father and Mother. Again forgive me Alma."

"Don't keep apologizing, Mas. It's only natural that you forget." Alma's right hand raised gently rubbed Jafar's head, occasionally combing the mane. "Sure .. because there's a lot you think."

Jafar.

Alma smiled faintly. "Lied."

Jafar shook his head, again.

"You can think of work, Lutfan, Umma, Ummi so can I." Alma's hand moved past the ear until it reached Jafar's right cheek. "By, Mas ..."

"But please don't be taken for a headache. Later you're stressed, tired, everything can be messed up if you can't control yourself." Alma's hand palpated to the side of Jafar's left lip which left a little rice. "I am recovering this time. I promise you, I'll help you, Mom."

Jafar nodded.

"So don't think too much."

"If you may know .. Abi's tomb where, Mas?"

Jafar pulled down Alma's hand from the side of his lips, grasping in his left hand, Jafar typed using his right hand to answer. "In the pesantren, Alma."

"Message ...trend? This pesantren?"

Jafar nodded. "It's been almost a week, I haven't visited Abi. Tomorrow before leaving to remove the stitches. Would you like to visit for a minute?" write Jafar-in his gawai.

Alma nodded. "Mau, Mum. I also want to know Abi, I also want to know Abi."

"The graves of your Father and Mother. Where's?" Jafar flips his gawai to show Alma.

Alma cleared for a moment. "In the city, Mas. Faraway. Better after walimatul'ursy. I don't want to take you there. Because lately, you look really tired."

Jafar. "The conclusions you take with eye view only. I'm not as weak as I look, am I, Alma? In which part of town?" inscribed.

"Near my house first. Umma's been there, ma'am." Alma sighed softly. "That's why we go home to Magrib if not wrong."

"As long as it can still be reached by vehicle, and on foot, there is no such thing as far and near, Alma." Jafar gave a pause in the note application. "If you want to know about Abi. How can I ignore your parents? Which is now my in-laws."

Alma shook her head. "Why do you write that, Mom?"

Then he stood up from his chair walking towards the window to close it. So that the night air will no longer enter. "You seem to think that my Mom and Dad are alive. He was already dead."

After it was over, Alma took a seat on the edge of the bed and looked straight at Jafar. "sorry. I'm a little carried away, Mas."

The man he looked at got up. Jafar walked towards him and sat right beside him. "I get. Let's stop talking about your parents" Jafar wrote on the note app.

Alma nodded. There was silence for a few seconds, as he looked up, he remembered the words of Umm Sarah. "Ah yes, Mas ... Umma said, Lutfan can be therapeutic," he said.

"So ..there's not a single hope from one of you guys who broke up, Mas. Although Lutfan is still difficult to persuade, I believe. Mardiyah can persuade Lutfan," added Alma.

As Alma turned his head, Jafar brought the device closer to him. "I also trust Mardiyah."

Netra Alma. Mas Jafar, Lutfan and Mardiyah were childhood friends. There was no hesitation for him to trust Mardiyah. "I .. I want to know. How did you and Lutfan used to be in Mardiyah's view as a child."

Alma nodded small. "I knew over time everything would change. But the memories stipulate, Mas?...I want to borrow for a moment the memory of Mardiyah. I want to see how happy you were, Mom. I want to see how you smile, laugh and be happy with your fellow little fellow Lutfan and Mardiyah."

"I want to know it's all Mas ..."

A faint smile appeared on Alma's lips. "I don't regret that we met at the beginning of this marriage. I just ... I ..."

"I just want to see the happiness that you've been through before, Mom."

His head that was not covered by anything was patted softly by Jafar. This man in front of him smiled faintly, the clap even descending on the left side of his head and radiating to the left cheek.

"You smile often. But I feel .. Your smile is different, Mas."

Jafar just nodded and suddenly pulled Alma closer, hugging his wife's waist, Jafar started typing. So that Alma can directly read what he type. "If you want to see me smile, laugh and be happy. Just look at me now, Alma. There is no need to be a Mardiyah to see it all. I agree about what you said, that the memories are settled."

There's a pause there. "But not always when I was a child I was always happy? Do you also want to see my mischief in childhood? Do you also want to see teenage boys who cry because they are not given money? Or the others?"

Alma laughed lightly enough distance by making her cheeks flushed. "Everything is the same to see. No matter your bad or your good," he whispered.

Jafar pinched the tip of Alma's small pointed nose.

"ah! Ish, sick, Mas ..."

Jafar looked down-to-see the screen. "I'll tell you everything. There's no need to be anyone else to know about me, Alma. Let's make memories of the two that only you and I can remember" she wrote.

Alma nodded small. "Example?"

One of Jafar's eyebrows was raised, her husband's cheeks looking red. For a moment Jafar was about to erode the distance between himself. Alma suddenly silenced her mouth with her right hand. "Eating up, not yet brushing your teeth. Don't kiss me ..."

Jafar smiled faintly, retreating.

Alma opened her silence. "You didn't forget, did you? You said yourself that I should keep my distance."

Jafar nodded.

"So now .. please take off my waist, Mas."