Almahyras
Section 9

...9: Human Relations....

"Make it clear that the feelings that you have are the same Mardiyah I'm not wrong."

Mardiyah likes Jafar?

Alma bergeming's. He had passed the intention to brew hot tea again, in his eyes Salsa confident that his hearing was not wrong. The speech was clearly out of Salsa's lips, he did not look wrong let alone hear.

"Ja .. di, Mardiyah likes Jafar, Sal?" ask Alma.

Salsa's right hand took the glass back. "Come, Ma'am. So anyway I asked until just want to make sure," said Salsa by brewing hot tea slowly.

Alma smiled wryly. He really did not understand how he should act. Did she have to tell Mardiyah and Salsa plainly that Jafar was her future husband? And make the relationship between himself and Mardiyah more stretched?

It turns out .. human relationships can be this complicated.

"So you don't like Mas Jafar?" ask Salsa, again.

Alma was silent for a moment.

He placed the finished glass on the floor. Then position yourself in front of Salsa by shifting his seat to the left. Then he looked into Salsa's narrow eyes and said softly, "Sal, please at least you say to Mardiyah. If he likes Jafar, ask him to meet Umm Salamah directly."

"Ngapain anyway, Ma'am?" sahut Salsa direct. Then Salsa stood up and placed her second used glass in the sink. Salsa whose hands began to be busy washing again said, "Lagian Umm Salamah I am a busy person. Ndak like Umma Sarah who can be found every day."

Been busy?

He often comes here.

"But Ummi Salamah often Sal comes--"

Salsa who rubbed a glass glass with a yellow sponge spontaneously turned and refuted, "He came here often, Ma'am. But I'm the same Ma'am Mar don't know what his interests are. So you sungkan after all Mbak suddenly asked to meet let alone talk."

Alma sighed softly. He bit his lower lip slowly, feeling a little confused by the present situation. "If Mardiyah does not want to meet Umm Salamah quickly. It's afraid Jafar's getting married, Sal."

There was a little laugh from Salsa. Even the shoulder that Alma saw from behind was slightly raised as Salsa laughed. "Who would want to marry a mute man?"

"I'm not sure anyone would want to marry Mas Jafar" Salsa continued.

Ada, Sal.

Me?

Although still a candidate.

Netra Alma stared flat at Salsa's endless back laughing. Then he said, "Why aren't you sure? While clearly Mardiyah told you that she likes Jafar."

"Like. Ndak means you want to marry me, Ma'am." After saying that Salsa turned around. And take a white green box rag on the table for his wet hands. Then Netra Salsa looked at him and said, "Lear Ma'am Mar likes. Who does not like Mas Jafar? Ah, I mean Gus Jafar. He is the son of the owner of the pesantren, his descendant God willing is well. And even the place we live in is the same foundation of pesantren. You're obviously here?"

Alma's forehead shriveled. He did not understand Salsa's meaning. For what Salsa said that Jafar is the child of the owner of the pesantren is true, even then it is true. But the final sentence that says he understands something, seems ambiguous.

"I mean ... What is that?" ask Alma.

Salsa laughed. "Obviously no one will refuse. Make the wife of his son a rich man and a good family."

"Even though her husband will be mute" continued Salsa.

Alma blinked many times, as if not believing that every word Salsa said was real. Why did Salsa get so close to Jafar? Ah, he meant the extended family of the owners of this Al-Hikmah foundation.

"Talk you've crossed the line, Sal" said Alma.

Salsa nodded in understanding. "Iyo Ma'am. I'm sorry, I just want to understand more clearly."

A second later the two senior pesantren women entered the kitchen with plastic trays containing dirty plastic cups. "At the wash, Ma'am?" ask Salsa.

"Come on, Sal." The voice was heard from one of the women in the hooded army in a black skirt as well as a black long-sleeved shirt.

"I am the Holy One, Mother. Sampean can both go back to the cottage," Salsa said with a simple smile that made her eyes narrow.

"Suwon, Sal."

The two men left the kitchen. While Salsa again washed the glasses again, Alma felt that the air was getting colder and tomorrow she was assigned to the supermarket to buy some things. So it's good that he said goodbye. "Sal, I'm back first, okay?"

"Come, Ma'am. Tomorrow until we have a task?" salsa.

"Yes. To self-service. Excuse me, Sal."

The goal is the dorm. But before that he had to meet Umma Sarah to inform what he would buy at the supermarket. His right hand reached into the robe and was seen by the device showing at 22.45 WIB. Then his net circulated a glance, seeing if it was completely deserted? Because it's past ten o'clock which is clearly entering the sleep time of the orphanage children.

"Assalamualaikum, ukhti."

The air inside Alma's lungs was taken away. He made sure that there was no one around. But why was this man suddenly able to be in front of him and come without even the slightest step heard?

"Astagfirullah, Lutfan!" alma exclaimed as she controlled her breathing again.

Lutfan who stood in front of him was not clear. With ... eccentric clothes? A plain black shirt with ripped loose trousers of whatever use. "Where are you going? It's malem. It's not funny that you're suddenly kidnapped and-"

"And what?" argue Alma.

Lutfan's left eyebrow is raised. "Ngerepotin people."

"Of course your words are please take care of. Have you never heard that speech includes do'a?! So you want to do'a in me--"

Alma. He stared at this handsome man before him. He did not think that Lutfan was the flesh of Umm Sarah. Then Alma walked to the right of Lutfan and when right next to Lutfan. Alma said softly, "Cerewet."

"What's? W-what did you say?! Heh! Don't leave! Uh, ukhti!"

The voice grew louder and the owner grew even more ignorant of manners. While Alma cared for hearing without the intention of looking. After all, it was night, could Lutfan not chase after him while silent? Without drama the screaming is unclear.

Bener.

He's a freak.

Alma was in the doorway. It appears that Umma Sarah is talking with two senior male boarding school about the event tomorrow. "Assalamualaikum, Umma."

"Mosur."

Everyone returned greetings. Then the two seniors sat down, which he replied with a smile. Netra Alma looked at Umma Sarah before her body sat down on the woven wooden chair. "So, this list is it, Umma?"

"Yes, son." Umm Sarah stared at the list written on a piece of paper that had just been picked up by Alma.

Three seconds later, Alma said, "Umma, please. If Aunt Bunga comes, it's good that Umma does not need to meet me with him anymore. For the sake of Allah, Umma. Alma was afraid of not being able to control her emotions and said words that only hurt Auntie Flower."

"Umma understands, son."

"Thank you, Umma. Then, Alma immediately went to the room, assalamualaikum," continued Alma.

...🌺...

Alma passed away. And at exactly 23:00 WIB Alma crumpled his body in bed. His right hand was busy fiddling with the device to find Aunt Maryam's number. After finding it then his left and right hands see write a short message and send it.

^^^ I agreed to marry Jafar, Bi^^

After seeing it actually sent. Alma turned off the data, using vibrate mode and pressed a small button to the right of the device. Then, with a flash, the screen died.

"Allah is tired today" murmured Alma.

When he was silent for a few seconds. Suddenly his memory spun back at the beginning of his meeting with Aunt Bunga. Indeed he felt claustrophobic by seeing the beautiful face back, who once had the heart to reject his small wishes.

"Auntie would never have known I was afraid at that time. When with the heart Aunt said, tomorrow I will soon be picked up by the orphanage. Though I .. a-I just want to stay one night, not forever there, and become a burden for Auntie," muttered Alma.

Tears were dripping down his left cheek. "So what's it for? ... Why did Aunt come all the way here?"

"Alma's house is an orphanage. A poor orphan boy is - indeed - not living in a luxurious house owned by Auntie," continued Alma.

His right hand felt his stomach, and felt that there was a lump there. How would he have to perform the operation? He was still afraid to go to the hospital.

The screen suddenly came alive. Vibrates. Netra Alma looked and her right hand picked up the device, then she frowned. Wonder who sends messages through their usual number and nights like this?

083856xxxxx

Alma darling. This is Auntie Flower.

Forgive Aunt, Alma. At least if you don't want to apologize Auntie, please allow Auntie to finance your operation.

Alma smiled blankly. Auntie Bunga will not stop bothering her until these orphans forgive her. Ten seconds later the device shook again. Message is back in.

083856xxxxx

Aunty knows you hate Auntie, Alma.

So who will accompany you to the hospital is Umm Sarah and also Umm Salamah.

The string trembled again.

083856xxxxx

And if you get married

Please let Auntie come, honey

Even if you don't welcome pa-pa

But please don't ever cross the Auntie off your guest list

All the disappointment still surrounds Alma's heart. But still, he is human. There is a point of his conscience that is touched by the efforts made by Aunt Bunga.

"Then .. Give Alma a little time to forgive Aunt's mistakes. So that we can relate again, like relatives," said Alma.

Note:

• the orphanages mostly call Jafar, Mas. Meanwhile, pesantren children are more like Jafar, Gus.

So, what call do you like best?

Gus Jafar's?

or

Mas Jafar's?