Almahyras
Part 60: After Walimatul'ursy (2)

Mas Jafar

Then pray for her kindness too, Alma.

After reading that short message. The screen of Alma's device turns off in the face of the makeup artist in the mirror reflection. "May be healthy always until delivery huh, Ma'am? His mother is healthy, and his mother is healthy. Aamiin's."

"Aamiinu. Thank you for your prayers, Mother."

Make up has been removed, Alma and the bride makeup artist took wudu to perform the prayer together. About twenty minutes passed, Alma again sat at the dresser, her face in more natural makeup.

"As per dress, Ma'am. The lipstick actually has to be a bit red. His clothes are also good, Mbak Alma, that gradiation. Looks luxurious," said the makeup artist.

Alma smiled faintly. "Hm. Yes, Ma. As good as clothes, I go with you."

"If the bride is dutiful, God willing, the results will be good, Ma'am."

Walimatul'ursy. Alma was very, very grateful, Lutfan and Mardiyah came. It was not wrong for him to pity Lutfan as a brother-in-law. Unmistaken. The rancid man was quite entertaining, it would be a pity if his laughter and happiness faded.

For it will also have an effect on his husbands, who love Lutfan greatly. He looked towards the entrance, the family from his mother and father had not come. Maybe just Aunty Bunga, her husband and children.

Doesn't matter.

The event will still run with the presence or absence of his family. The more towards ashar the more crowded, many orphanage children who run around while eating together. A sight that makes you forget sad for a moment.

Is this how?

This marriage is everyone's happiness.

Jafar suddenly placed his notebook on Alma's lap. "You tired? Wanna rest?"

"I took a break. Are you tired?"

Jafar.

"You ate too, didn't you?"

Jafar nodded.

From the left, Salwa ran towards the pelaminan. "Sister, sister come take a photo of hehehe" he said.

Alma complied with Salwa's request by taking pictures together. After peeping her hands the girl went again running around approaching Kirana and Inayah. Adorable.

I don't feel like time goes by so fast. Azan magrib also reverberated, walimatul'ursy has been at the end. All the orphanage children have been delivered home, Alma thought after the end he would immediately return to the boarding school. Apparently not, Kiai Bashir said, Manggala Adiwangsa presents free tickets to stay at Lazuardi Hotel.

Actually very excessive, but again Alma could not refuse, he was grateful, and accepted the offer of Mr. Manggala.

"Akhhh .. tired, O Allah," said Alma by laying down on the white bed.

This hotel is too luxurious.

By breaking down Alma was helped by makeup artists to remove makeup. About ten minutes passed by and Jafar was seen entering, and taking a seat right beside him - the man looked down.

Want what?

A chewy thing landed on his forehead. Alma smiled faintly, he did not forget to promise Jafar a gift. But why does her husband look so tired at all? Smiling since entering the hotel room.

"Why do you keep smiling?"

Jafar.

"Are you magriban?"

Jafar nodded.

"I haven't." Alma stood up straight and pushed Jafar backwards. "Head clothes already in, Mom?"

Jafar nodded.

"Haaa .. thank God, internal sa--I mean .. I am sultry Mas, time to change clothes, I feel like it smells that way," said Alma irregularly, by opening the suitcase take the robe and veil, do not forget also underwear.

For a moment the bathroom door had been locked. Alma squatted on the floor with red cheeks. Ah, he feels misbehaved, should be mediocre, right?

Why did I say that too?!

Akhs! The shame!

Alma quickly cleans up. After he rushed to take water wudu near the sink, very lucky it turns out in this luxurious hotel there is a place wudu. At least an Adiwangsa Manggala really appreciates the guests who stay.

"Mas, I pray first" said Alma.

Fifteen minutes passed Alma had performed the magrib prayer, praying for a moment and following Jafar who was sitting on the sofa playing a gadget.

Maybe Mas Jafar checked the work?

"Mas Jafar," said Alma quietly by taking a seat next to her husband.

Jafar.

"What are you? Work?"

Jafar looked back at the device and opened the note application. "I asked for ten minutes to check the results of today's sale is okay, right?"

"Ten minutes, right?"

Jafar nodded.

"No pa-pa." Jafar is back in focus. While Alma took his salary, looking for a timer to install ten minutes. Not Alma can't believe it. He just made sure that it was ten minutes, not more than a second.

Eight minutes went by, meaning less than two minutes. But her husband still looks serious, and it turns out Jafar also brought a laptop. What the fuck? Not feeling tired? Alma looked back at the timer, less than a minute away. Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven, and onward he still saw Jafar have a serious face.

"Mas yet?"

Jafar.

Okay. There are still thirty seconds left.

Second by second decreases. Until the device vibrates, the sign has passed ten minutes and again Jafar is still typing.

"Not yet, my dear?"

Jafar.

Five seconds later, Mas.

"That's a hell of a you, Mom." With her pouting face Alma stared at the laptop screen. "Say, ten minutes."

"I was on a timer. Now past ten seconds there is, Mas."

Jafar switched his laptop to Microsoft word. "It turns out ten minutes is still less. Would you be upset if I asked for another ten minutes?" write Jafar.

"Yes" replied Alma briefly.

"Yes what is it? You mad? Or allow me to ask for ten more minutes?" write Jafar.

"Yes I'm angry, Mas!" Alma took off her embrace on Jafar's arm. "Say ten minutes."

There was a knocking on the door. Alma was about to walk to the doorway, but she paused because she had just removed the veil. So that Jafar who chose to open the door, Alma also followed.

"Good afternoon, Mrs Alma and Mr. Jafar. I am Riri, the chief of staff of the hotel on the fifth floor, would like to invite the Madam and Tuan to attend a private evening at the place we have provided" said hotel staff tagged Riri.

Alma replied, "Yes. But ... We didn't order a private dinner at all."

The hotel staff smiled. "Mr Manggala Adiwangsa who provides for Madam and Tuan."

"Egh." Alma glanced at Jafar. "thank you. We'll be there soon. What time is it?"

"Eight, Madam."

The hotel staff left. Alma and Jafar sat back on the sofa in silence for a moment. "Mas, this ... Mr. Manggala Adiwangsa is not excessive what do you love the gift?" alma.

Jafar typing on laptop. "I also feel this is a little excessive."

"Daddy, you know?"

"Grandfather just said that Mr. Manggala gave us a gift to stay at the Lazuardi hotel for one week only," wrote Jafar.

Netra Alma widened. "What's? Aweek? Free any? At this hotel?"

Jafar nodded.

"It-this is?"

"Yes." Yeah." Jafar moved his lips.

"So I thought it was just one, two or three days. Uh it turns out to be a week. Oh, God ..." Alma took off the veil and got up from the sofa and immediately threw herself on the bed facing Jafar who was still sitting on the sofa.

"Not expecting me."

Ten seconds pausing Jafar just looked at him from the sofa. Alma again said, "You're not tired, Mas?

Alma patted the bed beside her. "Sleep here try. Close your laptop."

Jafar nodded-closed the laptop. Then following Alma lay down on the bed.

"Eff ..." Alma drew closer to Jafar by pointing at her husband's chest. "What do you want for a gift?"

"As per my promise. Origin inget, Mas ..." Alma looked up at Jafar. "Don't be expensive."

The man smiled faintly.

"Disclaim you smile?"

Jafar. Her husband suddenly eroded the distance, and pulled her in a broom, in the kiss of several heads. Alma felt a little claustrophobic, asking Jafar to stop. But because her husband continued to move, the position stopped unexpectedly with Jafar who was below while Alma on top sat in the stomach of her husband.

"Mas!" Alma slapped Jafar's chest.

"Eat him do not hug me tightly dong," said Alma with down from the stomach of her husband.

Jafar picked up the device lying on the table. "Why are you using a robe?" write Jafar on the device.

"Yes, not pa-pa. Why emang? Wrong?"

"No. It's just, aren't you hot?" write Jafar.

"Solar?" Alma looked at Jafar in wonder, in the arms raised pointed at the air conditioner. "There's AC. How you trying?"

"I mean uncomfortable," wrote Jafar.

Alma. "No. You see, I do not use leggings, so yes .. usually not uncomfortable."

"Yes but if you come out with leggings," added Alma.

Jafar.

"The decketan here try," said Alma asking Jafar to approach. One kiss landed smoothly on her husband's left cheek. "Once in a while I kiss my cheek."

Jafar suddenly changed his position to sit down.

"Why, Mas?"

Jafar shook his head, slightly looking down typing on his gawai. "You're embarrassing me."

Huh huh? Oh Allah ... Why are you so adorable, Mom?

"In the gray suitcase are the clothes we use to get out. While in the black suitcase there is a nightgown and a regular robe that you use," continued Jafar in his dress.

"Yes, Mum."

"I want a bathroom" Jafar wrote again and sauntered away.

Alma smiled faintly and shook her head. Avoiding that? The screen on the sofa looks alive.

"Who?" muttered.

Alma got up to pick up her gawai and opened a short message. Who sent the message?

Uncle Idrus?

Uncle Idrus

Live this worship as well as possible, son. Be a devoted wife to your husband, give all your happiness to Jafar.

Your pain and suffering have now become one. So is your happiness and happiness. Uncle always believed Jafar would be the right man to take care of you, Alma.

Sorry Uncle couldn't attend your show. Insha Allah in two or three days, the gift that Uncle sent from Malaysia will soon arrive at your residence, son.