Almahyras
Section 63

Six days passed. Then it was exactly a week where he and Jafar stayed at the Lazuardi hotel. This morning after breakfast he and Jafar immediately check out, of course back again to the boarding school. It's been a long time to miss pesantren, kitchens and orphanages.

Strange indeed.

But he really misses the kitchen. Because in that place there are so many memories of him and Jafar. Pretty much. She was also eaten in cooking by her husband.

"Do you want to stop by somewhere before you go home?" Jafar brought the device closer to him.

Alma. "Go home. I miss the house, Mas."

Both were picked up by Cak Sur. The driver who used to drive Lutfan, because Cak Yanto had to take Mardiyah and Umma Sarah to the city. Ummi Salamah accompanied his nephew in the orphanage with Salwa.

Again also a surprising fact came from Mardiyah-which turned out to be a descendant of Gautama Adiwangsa, the illegitimate grandson of Manggala Adiwangsa. Alma did not want to interfere more deeply, but it turned out that something in this world was never really a coincidence. Everything is in order, and so is his life now.

"Sampun to Gus, Ma'am," said Cak Sur.

Alma was completely unaware it could reach this fast. "Sir, thank you."

"Sami-sami."

Finally he was able to return to see the fish pond, dense trees, rice fields and more beautiful gardens where he usually talked with Jafar. Like not seeing him for a year.

"Don't want to go in?" Jafar lifted his notebook.

Alma lowered her head for a moment and twisted her hand. "Eghmm .. I'd like to take a look at the pesantren. May? What if you take me to a park? That's close to the rice fields, Mas."

I'm sober.

I've been a little chatty lately.

"If you can't not pa-pa, ma'am." Alma paused for a moment. "You want to go to that too, right? What?...outlet right? So no pa-pa sometime. Or later I can also take a walk myself to the park. You look tired too."

Jafar is seen smiling thinly and rubbing the head of Alma that covers the veil.

"Why smile? I can't help pa-pa. I will not be angry."

The man took out his gawai with a slight bow writing there. "You're getting sweeter, Alma."

There is a pause in the note application. "Want to go there now? Or want to go in first?"

Alma raised both hands parallel to the chest of Jafar's field, he seemed to say, wait a minute. Then the next second he ran towards the kitchen, took mineral water and sipped it slowly by sitting down.

After that he quickly returned to the front of the house and held Jafar's arm. "Come, Mas! Now." Now."

On the way to the park, Alma felt something strange. Because the santri and santriwati greet Jafar with indistinct smiles.

Ooh ... my hand.

Realizing that second he also took off his hand on Jafar's arm. The wrong way it feels. Why since ... the incident after coming from the national library he became spoiled and did not want to be far like this? It sucks! What if Jafar gets depressed?

"Why silence?" Jafar brought his gawai closer.

"Hm?" Alma. "Yes want to be diem. Again the way."

Arriving at the regular park, it is immediately presented with a view of the rice fields where people begin farming. Is beautiful. A week he had not seen this, even though it had entered eight in the morning still cool. Because it turned out to be raining last night, the chair he was sitting in was a little wet, muddy even though some were dry.

"Do you want our afternoon to sit here?"

Jafar nodded.

"You wrote gini, can I be a wise father and as good as Abi?" Alma smiled faintly and sighed. "I'd like to repeat my answer, would you?"

Jafar nodded, again.

Three seconds later, Alma said, "Ummi said, you are like Abi, Mas. Maybe the difference is in the way you treat yourself."

"You mean?" Jafar brought his gawai closer.

"You have a hard time believing in yourself, you hurt yourself." Alma turned her gaze to the beautiful blue and white clouds in the clear sky. "It's not because of your lack."

"Ummi had said, that life becomes you very heavy, Mas. Before the accident, you turned out to be a quiet person, closing yourself. I've only known a few days, and you ..." Alma looked at it for a moment. "Don't blame Ummi, I asked him myself."

"But ..." Alma took Jafar's hand and grasped it tightly. "You are still you. No need to be someone else, I love you like this."

"Again also .. You are not as closed as before."

Jafar approached his gawai. "I'm sorry."

"And this too. You often apologize, Mom." With a laugh Alma again said, "If the word Ummi, Abi often said dearly so."

Alma smiled faintly and looked at Jafar. "You're not wrong, Mom. I like to apologize, hm?"

"If I feel I have made a mistake. I have to apologize, Alma" Jafar wrote.

"Hmm .. but you're not doing anything wrong." Alma kept holding Jafar's hand by leaning a fist on her husband's shoulder.

"You're weird. When I want to apologize, it makes me innocent. But when I didn't apologize and obviously I was guilty, you suddenly forgave me. Even without me apologizing," Jafar wrote long enough.

"You know what it is because?"

Jafar.

"Because from my point of view. I don't think you're doing anything wrong, Mom. That's it."

Because for Alma what to apologize, when clearly there was no bad deed that her husband did. If it's like what happened at the orphanage back then, where his hands were held and pulled so hard. Only then, Alma felt Jafar was wrong. It is even mandatory to apologize. In fact, he forgave Jafar before the man wrote an apology.

"alright. So what do you want my habits to be?" write Jafar.

Alma. "Don't ask me, Mum. Just make new habits that you like. Don't stick to my words."

"If my habit is related to you. Do you mind?"

After reading that, he laughed lightly. "By any chance, as long as it doesn't bother me."

"It looks like it will be a bit of a hassle" Jafar wrote.

Let go of that hand. Alma looked at Jafar closely. "What indeed? What kind of new habits do you have?"

"Call."

Alma smiled faintly reading that. He nodded. "Call, huh? Not a bother."

"I want before I leave and after I get home from work you hug me, Alma. I want it to be a habit that will become mandatory" Jafar wrote.

Alma nodded. "Yes, Mum."

Not sunah anymore. It has become mandatory this.

Note:

God willing up twice. Next part rather malaman.

You can already imagine the story of Lutfan and Mardiyah, right? Later in Bede Three Years I will make the family tree Adiwangsa, yes even though Mardiyah is not a legitimate child. If you want to know the Adiwangsa family more deeply can read WIYATI.