Almahyras
Section 59 (2)

"If I can't help myself. What do you want to do, Alma?" jafar wrote on his watch.

Alma. Actually he does not know what to do, is there any way again? He was only afraid of Jafar turning away, or the bad news was that Jafar felt that this marriage was nothing to remember.

Jafar brought his gawai closer. "I haven't held back in all this time, Alma. I do things that lean there on you. So you don't have to worry, I can still hold back a little more."

After reading that, Alma's reaction just nodded. If you think it is true, this marriage is almost three weeks, there is still one week more to walimatul'ursy and Alma has prepared himself.

Again, what Jafar said was true. I don't know what happened to his brain, always thinking. There was not a single change in Jafar.

"Sorry, Mom."

"I don't think there's any mistake you've made. Why do you suddenly apologize?" Jafar approached his gawai again.

Alma. "No pa-pa, I just want to apologize."

"Are you bored?" ask Jafar.

Spontaneously Alma replied, "No, Mas!"

"I'm .. not bored."

Jafar draws his salary closer to Alma. "After your stitches are removed, you recover, and you can run the Shared Shops. I want to take you for a walk."

Alma nodded. "So .. should wait for me to recover? Just waiting for me to go to the Shared Shop? Why?"

"You're ready to take charge of that tavern, right? So please do well. Don't disappoint Aunt Maryam and Uncle Idrus" Jafar wrote.

"God willing, Mommy."

The hour hand indicates two o'clock four recovered five minutes. It was getting quieter and there was only the roar of his second breath, because Alma was suddenly silent.

"Aren't you sleepy, Mom?"

Jafar draws his salary closer to Alma. "Close your eyes, Alma. It's almost three."

Alma suddenly remembered. "Oh yes, I forgot. Tomorrow we'll buy gifts for the children's home too, huh Mas?"

Jafar nodded.

"If so I'll sleep. You sleep too, Mommy." Alma was about to get up and turn off the lights. But it was arrested by Jafar. "I want to turn off the lights first."

Jafar shook his head the man got up and turned off the lights. Then rejoin in bed.

"Thank you, Mom."

...🌺...

Sometimes he felt jealous of Jafar. How could he wake up earlier than her? Ummi Salamah said, Jafar had left for the Pesantren Mosque before he woke up at about three to twenty minutes.

That detail is indeed her in-laws in remembering.

And he just woke up nearing ikamah. Then there is no time for him to stop, quickly shower, pray, then change his clothes and prepare breakfast.

"Would you cook?"

Alma was completely shocked because Umm Salamah suddenly came without any sounding steps. "Yeah Ummi. It's cooking."

Ummi Salamah. "No, sit down, son. You're gonna take the stitches off."

Alma.

"The stitches are dry, Ummi. Alma is not pa-pa, really," said Alma.

Ummi Salamah.

"What does Alma do, Ummi?"

Ummi Salamah shihai cut the tempe into boxes. "Nothing. You just shut up."

Up to fifteen minutes passed oseng tempe dish and long beans have been served. It is as simple as it is for breakfast, because it will run out immediately and lunch will cook again.

"That is your time" said Umm Salamah.

Spontaneous Alma turned around. No surprise at all your footsteps, Mas. Jafar is seen taking a seat next to Alma.

While Ummi Salamah did not sit down, he suddenly said, "Ummi to the orphanage first, son? I've been picked up by Cak Sur like."

"Ummi, no breakfast?"

"Later with Umm Sarah. Both times breakfast, huh? Ummi. Assalamualaikum."

"Mosur."

Chickens crowed many times. Alma and Jafar have finished breakfast. As usual, he just wanted to wash the dishes for a while. But again banned.

"Maos ..." Jafar did not turn around. The man was focused on washing dishes and dirty glasses. While Alma was forced to rise up, with ignorant she hugged her husband from behind. "That's a hell of a you!"

"I was the one who washes." Alma pulled the sponge with her left hand still embracing Jafar's waist. "You .. I am healthy, you are. Later also want to remove the stitches. Kitchen equipment washing time can not be?"

Jafar washed his hands, pushing Alma slowly away. Until his wife sat down.

"Nyebelins." Alma pouted, gently jerking Jafar's hand from both his shoulders. "Akhc!"

Jafar suddenly turned around. Alma involuntarily shouted, he just spontaneously silenced his mouth, with Jafar shaking a thin smile.

"Mas Jafar ... Mas Jafar ...." Alma called her husband's name continuously. Until the tap water stops, all kitchen equipment has been washed. Jafar turned around, approaching him by sitting crouched down below.

"Stand up, Mas." Jafar. The man's hand felt on his stomach that had been flattened without a bulge. Today Alma uses a separate skirt and shirt, not a robe. Until the next second, the long shirt was in attitude. "Would you like to see my stomach?"

Jafar nodded.

"Eff ..." Alma lowered her head, looking up her clothes slightly. "See ... the stitches, Mas."

"Hm?" Alma rubbed her stomach. "illness?"

Jafar nodded.

"No, Mom."

Sawai Alma who was in the room suddenly just rang. Soon he ran to pick up his gawai-leaving Jafar who was still sitting there.

"Hello, Mar?"

Alma walked into the kitchen. And sit back in the chair facing Jafar.

"Bother?"

Alma. "No. Why?"

"I'm afraid you're going into town. Can I have a favor?" mardiyah said across the street.

Alma looked straight at Jafar. "By, Mar. Ask for help what?"

"Titip a gift for Inayah."

Next to Alma's eyebrows raised. A present for Inayah? Alma did not know since when Mardiyah was close to Inayah. Or is it just him who just found out?

"Can?" ask Mardiyah, again.

"By, Mar."

"Later I'll send you an example in WA. Sorry if it's troublesome," said Mardiyah.

"Now, Mar."

The phone call was interrupted as Mardiyah said her greeting. Alma opened the short message application and saw what Mardiyah would buy for Inayah.

"What?" Jafar moved lips.

"Same school equipment .. a set of gamis, Mas."

Jafar nodded.

"Ah .. I just inget, Mas. It turns out this is Inayah's birthday. Right Sunday together if not wrong," said Alma.

Jafar nodded again and took out his pen and notebook. "You're in a parlour close to Inayah?"

"I'm close to Kirana and Inayah, Mas. My room is next to theirs."

"So, what do you want to reward Inayah?" write Jafar.

Alma. "don't know. Is it a game, Mas?"

Jafar wrote again on the table. "Juilk only."

"Hawl?"

Jafar nodded.

"Goddess. I'll buy all the colors, make Inayah the same Kirana."

Jafar pulled Alma slowly into the room, asking his wife to immediately change into decent clothes while in public. The sun had risen according to Jafar's promise, that he would visit Abi's grave in his father-in-law at the boarding school.

After praying and sowing flowers. Alma and Jafar immediately passed into the car, as soon as possible to the hospital.

"Thus ... Abi Mas same Abinya Lutfan left when Lutfan was still in school, huh Mas?"

Jafar nodded.

"Surely heavy," said Alma.

Ten seconds passed Jafar shifted his notebook and put it on Alma's lap. "For those who look for sure this test is quite heavy, Alma. But I never forget that God will not give trials beyond the limits of His servant's ability. So I believe that everything will be fine. In the past, I had doubts in my mind."

Alma takes over the pen in Jafar's hands. His little hand wrote there. "It should be that when we receive such a heavy ordeal, we should not hesitate, right? But how else? We are human" Alma wrote.

Jafar is seen nodding and taking over the notebook. "But really, Alma. The wisdom behind everything that Lutfan and I went through is real."

"I can go back to believing, I can get back up, I can be okay it's all because there's Ummi there's a family and there's you here now" Jafar continued.

"So ... My presence includes wisdom?" whispered Alma.

"The presence of a wife like you includes unexpected happiness. After all these years I felt the sadness and loneliness of living alone, Alma," Jafar wrote.

You realize that, Mom? You always repeat this. You always said you were happy to have me.

Always repeated.

And me, always happy.

Jafar suddenly sounded. Looks like the message came in. The man brought the device closer to her. Name of: Ummi.

Ummis

Son, don't forget after the stitches help Ummi write the names of the people invited, huh?

"Eff ..." Alma looked at Jafar and the device took turns. "Walimatul'ursy's invitation, Mas?"

Jafar nodded.

"Yes, I'll help you too."

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