Almahyras
Section 64

Around twelve o'clock in the afternoon. Jafar had left for the outlet, while Ummi Salamah had just come and approached him in the bedroom. Seen once he seemed to miss, because the warm embrace did not miss, not to mention he kissed the left cheek, right, forehead and lastly the back of Alma's hand.

"Eh ... Ummi." Hurry Alma took the hand of Umm Salamah and kissed many times the back of his hand.

"How are you, son?"

"Okay, Ummi. Thank goodness."

Umm Salamah's hand was still holding it. "What's smooth?"

This is Ummi's question again. Alma only smiled faintly with a nod.

"Oh yes about .. Ummi's speech at that time ... Ummi's sorry, is it?" He paused. "Ummi really doesn't mean anything, son."

"Where is Ummi?"

Umm Salamah replied, "About momongan. Ummi doesn't rush you guys. If you still want to be alone, no pa-pa, the child is the will of God."

Mas Jafar .. Not Ummi's country, right? Oh Allah. Not likely.

"Soalya Ummi kept thinking. Ummi is afraid of what Ummi said is something that hurts you" added Umm Salamah.

Alma. "Yes, Ummi. Do'ain Alma with Mas Jafar, hopefully soon."

"Surely, Son."

Ummi Salamah was silent. He seems to be daydreaming.

"Nnnn ..."

"Yes, son?"

"Ummi, why?"

Pause three seconds Ummi said, "Ummi thought Lutfan with Mardiyah."

Sure oes.

Not to mention the actual walimatul'ursy was implemented a week after his return and Jafar from the Lazuardi hotel was forced to cancel. Alma doesn't know the cause. Perhaps, this is also about the fact that Mardiyah is the daughter of Gautama Adiwangsa. And obviously, again all repeated, which parent wants his child to suffer.

"Ummi felt all this like ... go back again, son. Perhaps the difference is that Lutfan and Mardiyah are already religiously married." He paused for a moment. Then said, "Lutfan and Jafar are lucky to be born into a family full of warmth. But why Nak? It's hard for a wedding to go straight."

"Alma rasa Ummi, Mardiyah will still be with Lutfan. Not to mention, she grew up in an orphanage. Alma is sure, Mardiyah will not leave Umma Sarah," said Alma.

"Aamiin's."

Umm Salamah was silent for a moment. "You're going to the tavern from tomorrow, son?"

"Yes Ummi. But Alma came home late in the afternoon, not until evening" replied Alma.

His hands were held tightly by Umm Salamah. "You two work together. Jafar also allowed you, didn't he?"

Alma nodded.

"Ummi beg for help, lest you neglect one of your responsibilities, son. I don't know about the store, and I don't know about serving your husband. Don't let Masmu feel you're changing, can't you, huh? Prioritize what you think is important. But do not let one of them be forgotten," continued Umm Salamah.

Alma nodded again. "Yes, Ummi. God willing, Alma can divide the time. Alma has prepared."

"Take a shot here, son."

Alma brought her face closer. Again Umm Salamah kissed his forehead.

"Yes Allah Ummi ..." Alma paused and said softly, "Alma is ashamed."

"Ummi love you, son. Thanks for making Ummi's son happy, thanks for being born in this world to be Ummi's son-in-law, son." Her net was suddenly shedding tears. "Ummi's really happy, Alma."

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There will be no stopping, if one is constantly looking for and waiting for the perfect. For perfect has different judgments in every eye, and for Alma himself, the man standing before him is now more than perfect.

Responsible and kind.

Actually there are still so many advantages of Jafar that he did not mention. He also became aware, that in looking at humans it is very unnecessary to see flaws. If there is an advantage why not just look at it from that side?

"Want me help?" write Jafar who suddenly just gave a notebook.

"Ban? Help what, Mas?"

Her husband now took a seat right next to the laptop that was in the lap resting on a pillow. "You recorded the sale, didn't you?" write Jafar in Microsoft word.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why can I help you, right?"

Alma shook her head, after reading that. "No. You also recorded the sales today, right?"

Jafar nodded.

Alma re-typed on the laptop by researching again the count. Is it profit or loss? "I only know one outlet, Mas. I don't think you're much, it must be a hassle."

"It's over, too." Alma. "Or you .. Would you like me to help, Mom? Let's get it over with."

Jafar.

"Why?"

Jafar typing in Microsoft word again. "It's over."

"A very nice prick." Alma closed the laptop. "I'm done too. Here's the laptop, I put it on the table."

"I just realized, Mom. The lingerie you buy is also maroon red. Do you like this color?"

Jafar nodded. The man took his gawai. "I've told you that you look beautiful in that color, Alma."

Alma's cheeks are flushed.

"Mas ..here look at me" Alma said, asking Jafar to look at him. "Don't go far. Less deck, Mas."

Jafar changed his position facing Alma.

"What?" Jafar moved his lips.

"I just want to see you."

Jafar smiled faintly.

"Mas, thank you ..." Alma smiled faintly by rubbing her husband's left cheek. "Thank you for everything."

"On this marriage, your acceptance of me like this and of all your responsibilities to me."

Alma slightly lowered her head avoiding Jafar's gaze.

"I don't feel heavy living, Mom. I'm happy." Jafar pulls his chin so he can meet face to face. "You made me and Aunt Flower come back like brothers again."

"Your letter first. I remember, Mas. I realize, as a woman I really still need men." Alma breathed for a moment. "And as a human being, I can't resist destiny, I can't go against the line of life that God has given me." Mas."

"Name ..." Her net has shed tears. "As you said before, everything that happens in this life must have wisdom."

"With in the first take .. fourteen-year-old child to the orphanage. Move places, until finally settled and I .. met with you."

Alma rubbed her nose, laughing lightly with tears still flowing. "Don't you feel lucky to have me, Mom. I'm also lucky to have you."

"Don't cry."

Alma could read Jafar's lips.

"I cry. Because I'm happy, Mommy."

Alma's three-second pause said, "I feel my life is not about sadness anymore. I can come back happy because of you and Ummi, Mas. Because your family accepts me."

Although a moment of relief and happiness, it is not possible that everyone ever felt deeply hurt. Either Jafar who witnessed his Father and Uncle died, either Mardiyah who was forced to be abandoned to so many people who called him an illegitimate child, either Umma Sarah, or, Umm Salamah and Lutfan who must rise from the slump.

He had to live alone at the age of fourteen. Even what hurts is the rejection of relatives against him first. Ending up being an orphan, and being forced to take shelter in an orphanage is not an entirely painful destiny.

The meeting with Aunt Maryam and Uncle Idrus really changed her life. Because it is true, not always others are indifferent and foreign. Nor are relatives always there.

A warm hand suddenly pulled him in a fist. Jafar hugged her.

"Maos ..."

Three seconds later, Alma said, "You're pregnant?"

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EXPIRE

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Note:

S1 ends here

Don't say hang. I'll answer, "No. It's not hanging. The right part for me to finish even in part 64."

Why did it end all of a sudden?

Because honestly my heart has turned to Bede Three Years (joking). Since S1 was supposed to be over, Alma was happy, Jafar accepted himself, the two of them were already fused together. It's just that maybe a new ordeal appeared in Lutfan's life (already different story) I'm afraid that if di continues a bit more unclear. So I better end it.

I have S2 ready. But I do not know when the update (maybe when the Three-Year Difference ends). I spolier that in the future will focus on the healing of Jafar, the conflict may be a little, and certainly maybe Jafar and Alma I have made a child or at least Alma is pregnant.

Please don't be disappointed, okay?

And for Almahyra readers. Thank you for staying this long, may you always be happy. Please take good trust from Almahyra's life in S1.

Ah yeah. Please stop by Bede Three Years dong, Lutfan and Mardiyah are waiting for you. Maybe there will be a little comedy because the Lutfannya rancid, maybe there are also radak pain due to the life of Mardiyah who seems to suffer.

And one more. Ekhm ... I want to give you a gift for the wkwk pulse. This serious. Not much, but good luck, huh? You see, I thank you very much, because you really want to read Almahyra.

I'll give you a question downstairs. The answer should be precise, detailed, and correct.

1. What diseases does Father and Mother Alma suffer from? (Say what part is with the answer)

2. How many millions worth of checks Aunty Bunga gave for hernia surgery Alma? (Say what part is with the answer)

That was already it. One person who answers first gets 10k and another person who answers second gets 5k. I know it's nothing, but it's a little bit of me.

Good luck. If you have not been lucky, at the end of the next story Insha Allah is again.

Looking forward to Almahyra S2, yes!

The drug! Assalamualaikum!

Turn the page to Three-Year-Old Bede, yes!

(I give you a leak, all the answers above must be in the initial part-part, not up to part 30. Please search for)