
The stitches had been removed and Alma was completely relieved. At least he will not be banned from doing this and that, all he can do again as usual.
Pleasant sure.
The car drove to the convenience store. Previously, he had stopped at a Muslim shop to buy Mardiyah's game and veil for Kirana and Inayah. Now, he wanted to buy some writing equipment, Mardiyah said. It turned out that Jafar also needed a notebook and pen, because the stock was thinning.
"How much do you usually buy, Mom? Make a notebook with a pen?"
Jafar wrote. "One cardboard box."
"Much, dong?" Netra Alma is back to normal. "Will this notebook not be fragile, Mom? Kan. Fear doesn't last long."
"One cardboard box contains twenty notebooks. I usually take one cardboard, because I rarely invite people to chat. And in one month I used to run out of three books only" Jafar wrote.
"Three books? Ever been?" Alma paused for a moment. "If now?"
"Five to six notebooks" Jafar wrote.
Alma. "You sure, Mum?"
"My feelings aren't that often when you talk. Or ... I'm the unconscious one, huh?" alma.
"You are always unconscious indeed" Jafar wrote.
The black daihatsu car he was riding stopped, had arrived in front of the convenience store. As required Alma and Jafar to buy, at least about half an hour they were in that store to buy the children's gifts of the orphanage as well.
After it was over, Jafar did not go to the outlet today. Her husband prefers to do work online, at home. Exactly eleven o'clock in the afternoon the car entered the boarding school.
"Assalamualaikum Ummi," said Alma, immediately joined Umm Salamah who was separating the invitation.
"Mosur."
Umm Salamah shifted some invitations. "Here, for your family, son. Write it all down. If you ask less for it."
"Yes Ummi."
Jafar went straight to the workspace, after putting the groceries. Alma continued to write the names of the family he wanted, including Aunty Bunga, and others. A family that once considered itself a burden.
Its okay.
All humans have been burdened with their own life problems. Maybe the child after fourteen years first, quite disturbing. Better to be foster by an orphanage alone, than abandoned.
"Fifteen?" ask Umm Salamah.
Alma nodded. "Yes, Ummi. Alma's family isn't too much."
"Yes already. Later in the afternoon want to see the hotel is not the same Ummi, son?"
"Hotel where walimatul'ursy later?"
"By, Ummi."
"All the fittings, huh? Ummi was afraid that his custom clothes were a bit tight his nails were crowded again. Keep the hijab, yeah cover the chest, right?"
Alma nodded. "Yes, Ummi."
Umm Salamah looked at the name she had just written on the invitation. "Aunty Flower have you written, son?"
"Russia, Ummi. First it was."
"Your way will be one day after Sunday together at the orphanage. Many home children will come later. You don't have a problem, do you, son?"
Alma immediately shook her head. "It doesn't matter, Ummi. Alma is really good."
"But it must be a rame."
Alma smiled faintly. "No pa-pa Ummi. Happy day together, Alma was able to stand for a long time. God will not be dizzy either. Alma was pleased that the orphanage children were invited."
"Alhamdulillah."
"Eff ... Ncn ..."
Umm Salamah stopped writing and looked at Alma. "What, Son?"
"Lutfan equals Mardiyah .. so walimatul'ursy right?"
Umm Salamah wrote again. "So. Thank God, Mardiyah can persuade Lutfan. But Ummi's niece asked him one week after your show and Jafar, son."
No pa-pa. It was as if Lutfan wanted to. Alma nodded. "Alhamdulillah, Ummi. It can be legally valid. Let no one misunderstand."
"He'em. Same as your wedding and Jafar. Let the people know that Ummi's son is married. Legitimate. No one can bother you anymore."
Alma laughed lightly.
"May all be well, Ummi."
"Aamiinu. God willing, it's good, son."
Note:
Part 60 will be walimatul'ursy. Thank God my idea is back. And soon Almahyra will be finished.
I hope you are ready to continue to lead to the love story of Lutfan and Mardiyah with the title Beda Three Years.
There may be an S2. Because I was thinking of finishing close to the show after walimatul'ursy.
It's okay, isn't it?