Almahyras
Extra Part 2

Every day passes happily. Sometimes there is a bit of sadness, it is the same, because of his complaints about the child, and all the delays that must be in his path with Jafar until this one year.

Explain, who is not sad? People can only say, hurry up and have children. While this self holds back crying every time it listens to it. Even now Alma really misses his parents, and without the permission of Jafar he makes a pilgrimage.

"Dad, Mother .. Alma's good news." Alma paused by looking straight at her mother's grave. "As you requested, Alma was married .. to the man Aunt Maryam chose."

"In fact, Mom ..." Alma's tears came down without warning. "Aunt Maryam is gone. Aunt Maryam ninggalin Alma."

"But, Alma doesn't live alone." Alma. "No. Not just good people. There is one big family who loves and loves Alma so much, and makes Alma a part of that family."

In the rubbing of the father's headstone. "Dad ... Don't ask me again, is my daughter happy? Alma's happy, Dad. It's just .. pardon Alma, can't bring Mas Jafar here. Something happened to his sister. Alma could not make Mas Jafar come here, he must be tired, Father ..."

"Alma dear Daddy, Mother."

The pilgrimage was over, quickly he went to Kedai Bersama, with the delivery by Cak Yanto. Thought Alma, Cak Yanto would not talk about himself going to the tomb. Unless, Jafar asks.

"Mbak Alma didn't stop by Mas Jafar's outlet."

Alma. "No, no, Cak. Later Mas Jafar angry, because I have not left for the outlet."

The car runs in the middle of the city. Kedai Bersama already under his control, Uncle Idrus went back to Malaysia. He said there was business there, Alma didn't want to ask so much. Since Uncle Idrus loved Aunt Maryam so much, there must be a good memory in Malaysia that Uncle and Bibi made together.

Twenty minutes drive. Finally we arrived at the Shared Shop which was open an hour ago. Alma entered her study, greeted by several staff.

"It feels good to be able to work. But ... tired as well," muttered Alma suddenly laying her head on the table, blind closed, she fell asleep in the next ten seconds.

...🌺...

Alma felt that the place she used to sleep was soft. But a little narrow. Ah, no-no, not just tender, there's a hard part. A desk? Might as well. But this is like human skin, the net is still closed because of fatigue. Of course, there is no need to ask what he is complaining about other than work.

"Egm."

On the palpation something was right in front of him. A second later he felt that someone was grasping his wrist, the Netra Alma slowly opened. "You-you ... Mas?"

"Then are you ... is here?" added Alma by forcing to take a sitting position. But because the space that does not accommodate him almost fell, fortunately Jafar pulled him until Alma sat right in the stomach of the husband. "A-anu .. sorry, Mas. You-you ngagetin me."

Jafar stared expressionlessly.

Why the hell is that so bad? Alma tried to get off her husband's body. But both of his hands were held so tightly.

"I'm going down. And also ..." Alma looked around. "We're in the store, Mas. So please let go, huh?"

Jafar.

"Keep ... If someone suddenly comes in?" Alma put on her face. "I don't want to be in gosipin, Mas ..."

Jafar nodded again.

While Alma took a swing to go down, but this time not only his hands are held. Jafar swiftly changed his position to sit, so clearly Alma also became sitting right on Jafar's lap, not forgetting also the burly hand was embracing Alma's small waist.

"Yes Allah Mas .. ye-astaghfirullah, instead change position ih!"

What is pa-pa?

I heard knocking on the door a few times. Right? Alma had already guessed and Jafar should not be like this. Basic, male!

"Deliver!" gertak Alma's.

Embrace on the waist detached, then quickly Alma down to justify her clothes .. yes, not because. Immediately to the doorway and see who was knocking.

"Ma-af, Madam Alma if I bother you."

Netra Alma widened, quickly she raised both hands and swung to the right left. "Eh .. don't bother. What's up, man?"

"There are fathers in front. He said, look for the same thing .. Mas Jafar said he."

Cak Yanto's?

"Ooh, yeah-yes." Alma nodded. "Please tell his father to wait, Azizah?"

The staff who tagged Azizah left. Alma quickly turned towards Jafar.

"Mas!"

Jafar looked at her leaning against the sofa.

"You are yes ... Cak Yanto is waiting for you, Mas ... Oh, my God."

Jafar smiled faintly, one of his hands raised asking Alma to come closer.

"What?"

Jafar gave her a notebook that she knew when her husband had written.

"I did ask him to wait, Alma. But it turns out that when I walked into your room, you were fast asleep. So there is no choice for me other than to sleep with you too" Jafar wrote.

"What's? Astaghfirullah ... You can build me up, Mas .. ah, ngeselin."

Jafar stood up rubbing Alma's head and pulled Alma's chin slowly, dipping it briefly right on the lips.

"Sorry."

Alma could read the lips move.

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Note:

Azizah is different. Staff, just a double name doang.