Almahyras
Section 59 (1)

Remembering someone who is gone is not wrong. It's okay to remember, it's okay to imagine, and it's okay to feel the presence again. But limits can never be crossed, destiny has separated, he just has to accept.

His smile and happiness have been rearranged. Almost no more days did he remember his old grief. But it turns out that he is still a human being, who will continue to remember, even though he is actually trying to forget.

Early today became witness to this crying spilled back. Does Alma really not know why she is like this? Though the discussion of both parents only happened a few moments with Jafar. But why did he remember again and again, and now his tears never stopped.

"Why? ..." Alma rubbed the rough of both of her cheeks. Tightness in the chest is still felt, and the bathroom is indeed the right choice. "Why ... should I cry?"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door from outside. Jafar woke up? Alma shook her head, it's still one in the morning. Her husband used to wake up near dawn, around half-time three in the morning.

"I-yes for a minute."

Alma quickly washed her face, drawing closer to the mirror looking at her slightly swollen eyes. He only hoped that Jafar would not realize that he had just cried. Alma's bathroom door opened slowly and just then Jafar was standing upright facing the door.

"Sorry, Mas. Longtime. I have finished using it," said Alma with a bow about to pass to go to bed. But Jafar suddenly held back, pulling Alma's chin so he could meet face to face.

"Mas, loose. What'd you? To the man---" room"

Alma's words were restrained when suddenly Jafar's big hand gently rubbed his two eyes, removing the remains of tears. And unfortunately receiving this gentle treatment, it made Alma want to cry again and again.

"Sa-I miss Daddy, same ... Mother, same ... Aunt Maryam. Sa-i can't .. can't stop crying, Mas ..."

Her petite slender body was pulled in an embrace. It even felt lifted when suddenly his position was on the edge of the bed. Jafar's breath was felt in his head, the man several times dyed there, not to forget also the gentle strokes in his long black mane.

"I don't know .. I suddenly miss ... I suddenly miss."

Jafar.

"I-I'm sorry you got up, Mom."

Jafar. The man changed his position to sit, and Alma's lap with a face to face position still hugging.

"Where, Mas? How can I stop crying?" alma said with a sigh.

Her head rested on Jafar's left shoulder with a hand that tightly hugged her husband's back. "His eyes will not stop ..."

Jafar tried to take off the hug, so he could look at his wife.

"Where, Mom?"

A faint smile appeared on Jafar's face. His hand rubbed both eyes and Alma's right left cheek moistened by tears.

Alma broke off her eye contact with a look down. "I know losing is part of our lives, Mas. I .. I don't cry, I don't complain. But my body suddenly reacted. I just miss."

"W-are you that too?"

The sound of crickets and frogs was heard in the accompaniment of Alma's sobbing that did not also subside. Silence indeed. Hopefully, Umm Salamah will not hear this cry. "Updid. I ... will be .. stop crying, Mas."

Jafar nodded.

For a moment Alma moved, and the netra looked directly at Jafar. He realized, this position was quite intimate and made him blush. "I'm going down, Mom. Please let go of your hands" he said.

"I'm-I'm fine."

Jafar let Alma down. But it seems that the woman looks confused, because the position is not comfortable enough.

"No, I can go down by myself, Mom."

Alma managed to get down without falling. Then he took a seat right next to Jafar - whose name the man took out pen and notebook.

"Want me to get you a drink?" write Jafar.

Alma. "I was drinking."

"Early improved?" write Jafar.

Jafar seems to be writing back. But this time Alma did not want to see what her husband wrote, she chose to look straight. Until maybe about ten seconds passed the notebook chuckled in his lap. "Don't cry anymore, Alma. Missing someone meaningful in our lives is natural. But stop crying like that, because there's still a do'a you can blame."

"Yes, Mum."

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Jafar performs evening prayers at the home mosque. While Alma salat while sitting in a chair that has been provided by Jafar. Even until two o'clock in the morning the two were still unable to sleep - or rather Alma who was having trouble sleeping. And Jafar? Choose accompany.

"You can sleep, Mom."

Jafar.

"You usually wake up before dawn, don't you? You also have to go to the mosque first, not to the outlet and others." Alma fixed the open button of Jafar's nightshirt. "It's good that you're sleeping now. Rest, Mas."

Coincidentally, Jafar's device was lying right next to him. "You're asleep. I'm sleeping" Jafar wrote on the note app.

"You're forcing. Though I can no longer sleep," said Alma slowly.

Both are leaning on one pillow. "You have also committed coercion against me. Though I want to wake up to accompany you," wrote Jafar.

"You slept next to me, that includes accompanying you, Mas." Alma looked up her hands raised forcing her husband's eyes to shut. "So, sleep. Close your eyes."

A faint smile appeared on Jafar's lips, the man shook his head.

"Say tomorrow will go to Abi's grave, take off the stitches not yet to the outlet ... What if you sleep less?"

Jafar approached his handbook to Alma. "I should ask you that question, Alma. Actually you realize or not who lack of sleep later is you are also not just me," wrote Jafar.

"Mas .. I want a question. Which goods times, can be a chat before going to bed."

Seen Jafar nodded.

"Aren't you bored with our marriage?"

Jafar.

"If this marriage ... is a bit bland." Alma shook her head slowly. "I mean .. we don't do something that husbands and wives do."

Alma said, "You work, I'm at home, in the early days of marriage we had a fight, I. I also know ..."

His cheeks flushed instantly while pausing. "Some times we do something leaning towards it. But in the end .. I keep my distance."

Jafar approached his gawai. "But you're not refusing. I also want to stop" he wrote.

"And now you must delay because of this hernia." Alma sighed softly. "You used to say that I wouldn't know what men think when they see women."

"So ..." Alma lowered her voice. "I don't know .. what do you think of delaying this long."

"Two times I want to emphasize, Alma. That I married you is not for intercourse alone" Jafar wrote.

Alma nodded slowly. "I guessed it. You'll write that again."

"I understand, Mom." Three seconds later, Alma said, "I also can't marry you just because of that."

"But I'm not wrong, am I? You are human, you are a normal man, and our marriage lasts almost three weeks. Will you be able to hold on until later walimatul'ursy?" Alma. "Nonsense. Doctor Indira said that after the operation it is better to postpone it first. Especially in the stomach."

"Now you want how? You want me to do this right now?" write Jafar.

"I asked, are you willing or unwilling?"

Jafar brought his gawai closer. "If I can't help myself. What do you want to do, Alma?"