Almahyras
Extra Part 1

Indira doctors stated that it is better to delay having children for seven months or if it can be better for up to one year. Because this stomach operation has just been on its way, it will take a long recovery. There is a possibility that Doctor Indira has called. So it was decided by Jafar to delay one year.

But Alma is still a woman, who will be weak and sad. Again he felt that he failed to be able to fulfill a request from Jafar and Umm Salamah. That is, having a baby.

"Son, why keep daydreaming? Not good food?"

Alma. Then shake. "Back, Ummi. Sorry, Alma's kinda .. not feeling well."

"Lho?" Ummi Salamah's view turned to Jafar. "Your wife is not feeling well, son. Get in that room."

Jafar got up, approached Alma. After that, the wife led her to the bedroom. Then Jafar slowly sat Alma in bed. He also took a seat at the side by writing in his notebook. "Which part of it hurts?"

"Hm?"

Jafar brought his notebook closer together again. "I know, you're thinking about what Doctor Indira said."

"D-yes." Alma raised her legs, turned to look at Jafar. "You ... aren't pa-pa?"

"We're delaying that too for your own good, Alma. Do I seem to force you to have a child?" write Jafar.

Alma.

"So let's live our married life well" Jafar wrote.

Alma bent his knees, he advanced forward, approaching Jafar. His arms stretched out to embrace the husband from the side. "Te-keep us ... ju-also nunda do i. tu, Mas?"

Jafar.

"Continue?" Alma looked astonished. "Bu-can't you? I'll be able to .. get pregnant, Mas."

Jafar pulls Alma's chin. So that his wife looked up, looking herself in the eyes.

"What?"

Jafar's hand took out his hand which was in his right pocket. After that he typed. "That kind of thing doesn't need to be delayed, Alma. Only her pregnancy was delayed."

"Ca .. ranya?"

Jafar was silent for a moment. It seems that living in the city does not affect Alma's mind, or .. is it his wife who really does not know?

"Mas .. How about diem?"

Jafar started typing and showed it to Alma. "Can use a protector or something."

"Pe ... hedge?" Alma took off her embrace, choosing to lean on the pillow. She thought about what protector her husband meant? After wrestling with his mind, he regained his senses. "O-oh yeah, anyway."

Stupid, Alma! Your question! Oh God! Athaghfirullah!

Both of his cheeks were blushing. After removing the veil, Alma turned her back to Jafar. The question is really strange.

"A-anu, Mum. I'm gonna take a little nap. Later if you want to go to the outlet please bang--"

Alma's words were restrained, suddenly Jafar also broke down. The man's hands crept out, hugging his tiny body. Alma can feel her husband's chin right at the top of the head, occasionally he is kissed. Breakfast this morning was not food. Jafar asks for something he likes, namely, a hug.

"Mas ... what is it?"

Jafar opened the front gamis zipper. Then pull back, so that the game is stamped featuring a black tank top in use.

"Mas Jafar ..."

Apart from the top of it. After that Jafar stopped, his hands tightly hugged the wife.

"If you tell me to take off the gamis." Alma paused for a moment. "All of you I. .. I'm off all."

"If gini ..." Jafar's hands still hugged her. "My fall was even uncomfortable, Mom."

Alma forced Jafar to take off his embrace. After completely detaching Alma changed her sitting position, and pulled down all the gamis. After all, he used a tank top and shorts. He also used to look attractive using lingerie in front of Jafar. So, he thinks it's okay. No need, shame.

"Udah." Alma turned back to face Jafar. "Later put the robe in the dirty laundry tub."

"Now ki--"

"You're beautiful."

Alma can read Jafar's lip movements.

"He'em .. You've been praising." Alma's hands were raised rubbing her husband's cheeks and chin. "You know what, Mas? It's .. it's still morning."

Jafar nodded innocently.

"But ..." Alma avoided Jafar's gaze. "No pa-pa if ..."

"You want to."

Jafar nodded. But when he wanted to start, Alma suddenly held back, as if aware of something.

"But, Mom." Alma's hand touched Jafar's chest. "You've bought .. Is that a-what?"

"There's."

...🌺...

As a wife. Either Alma who often teases either Jafar who has difficulty holding back. Because he thought almost every day they did the activity twice. If it's not noon, it's morning. Both are certainly at night, if not usually after Jafar tahajud prayers.

Always was.

Alma memorized it. Alma did not protest. Even ... tends to feel happy. Who is unhappy and unhappy? When treated so gently by the husband.

"Are you okay?"

Jafar was ready to leave for the outlet. But Alma immediately fell silent while reading what Jafar wrote in his notebook. Her husband's statement is always the same.

"You ..." Alma.

"Why do we just finish .. eghm." Alma avoided Jafar's gaze by looking the other way. "Doing that ... Your question is always like this, Mas?"

Jafar took his notebook again. After he finished writing, he took a seat beside Alma. "Do you think my question is strange, Alma?"

There's pause. "As a husband. I just feel worried. I'm afraid what I'm doing is hurting you."

Alma.

"No. You don't hurt me."

Jafar nodded with a faint smile, he. "So answer the question earlier, Alma. Are you all right?"

Alma nodded.

"good. Alhamdulillahot. I'm fine, Mom."

Jafar's hands raised rubbed Alma's black mane that was still wet.

"Udah. You go there, Mas."

Jafar nodded, about to turn around.

"Mas, wait!"

Jafar looked at him as if saying, What is it?

"You be careful."

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Note :

I told you, they are happy. But do you feel okay seeing these two humans who are combining love. Maybe the next part, stays the same. Here before the time skip to (2/3 years later) at a glance I describe their lives. I have also decided that in S2 they already have 1 child.

Ah, yes. Are you not interested in visiting Lutfan and Mardiyah in Bede Three Years (Already Part 21). If I picture their story as ... The Princess who had just realized that the Young Prince loved her. But hindered by, the King (from the Princess) Because you already know that Mardiyah is a descendant of Adiwangsa. Umpidiously. Prince, Princess, the King is just an analogy.