Almahyras
Extra Part 3

Today is exactly the last Friday. Jafar holiday, Alma too, the intention was determined last night that the two will follow Friday together, without any interference. Maybe tomorrow, Jafar and Alma start calculating the store income.

And now Alma is busy slicing red onions, Ummi Salamah gave a task for himself and Jafar cooking fried onions that are used later tonight. While Ummi Salamah, he was at Umma Sarah's house, as usual, he accompanied the younger brother.

"Ah," sighs Alma because accidentally her hand was sliced by a knife. And with spontaneity, Jafar took his hand. "Nonsense. I'm not pa-pa, Mum."

Jafar forced her to stand towards the sink, turned on the water faucet and washed Alma's hands cleanly.

"Udah, Mom. His blood has stopped this."

Is correct. The blood had stopped, and Jafar immediately led his wife to sit down again. Then he pulled out his device and started typing. "Why not be careful? Your hand is hurt. Now let me just slice her up. You sit and be quiet."

"What if I'm fried, Mas?"

Jafar.

"Maos ..." Alma tied her hand to Jafar's arm. "I'm the fry one, huh? Your own time. Though the task is both, it would not be fair this mah. I'm afraid Ummi knows I keep on loving tasks that are not both the same as you. I don't want to, Mom!"

Jafar nodded again.

"Okay. Try writing first why? Though I only to the iris a little," said Alma.

Jafar typed and showed it to Alma. "Are you not exhausted? Last night and this morning we just did that, right? Then suddenly your hand hurt."

Alma clucked in annoyance. "W-what the fuck? The reason is unclear. If it were any different, my. Anyway, I'm used to it."

Ordinary what? O God my mouth!

"I'm not tired of it." Alma immediately got up, took the spatula. Then fry the onion until dry browned. "Yes, you've sliced it with you, Mom."

Jafar nodded.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the main door, followed by a voice calling Umm Salamah.

"You're out, Mom?"

Jafar nodded and walked closer to the main door seeing who was coming. Ah, Dimas it turns out. His gaze turned flat, he was seriously waiting for the speech that would come out of the mouth of this man in front of him.

"I want to take the glass mineral water," said Dimas look presumptuous.

Jafar nodded.

"Sorry, Mas. If I disturb you."

I did not feel disturbed at all, the inner Jafar who began to take a seat with a look at Dimas who looked awkward or maybe uncomfortable because of previous events.

Mbok Isna's grandson lifted one by one cardboard glass mineral water to the wheelbarrow. Every second Jafar focused on looking at him he heard Alma's voice calling him closer.

"Your mother is la ..." Alma saw a busy Dimas. " ... mrs."

Jafar. So Alma realized that her husband was sitting on a chair, and suddenly Jafar's hand slipped on her waist, forcing Alma to re-enter the kitchen.

"Why are you old, Mom? You sitting around looking at him?"

Jafar did not reply, directly asking Alma to sit back. Because the wife's position was not in line, Jafar asked his wife to look up, and that second also a brief kiss landed on Alma's red lips.

"Udah sa-"

It was not a brief kiss. Jafar suddenly deepened his kiss, pulling Alma's hand to hold on to her waist. One second, two seconds, even ten seconds Alma counting Jafar gave him no room to breathe.

"Epgm ... Ma-mas."

The kiss came off. Alma breathes a lot of air. While Jafar looks stingy, looking at him with a glare.

"What's wrong with you, Mom?"

Jafar shook his head and slowly pulled both ends of his lips. He smiled and took a seat, started typing on the device. "I only remember the bad times. But now I'm fine. Please continue to pry, before Ummi will scold you and me."

Alma standing. "If Ummi is angry it is wrong. Why wear a-anu kiss-kiss everything? Know you? That's the duration I make fry the bring!" obviously Alma and passed towards the stove started to scrape the shallots again.

"Have time?"

Jafar nodded.

"Keep that what? The time you want out. Do you keep leaving me alone?" Alma pursed her lips and spontaneously raised her hand, then wrapped it around the nape of Jafar. "What a hell of a you. Just be careful if you ask me for anything. I am not going to kabulin. Point!"

Jafar typed which could be seen immediately by Alma, because now the wife leaned on the chest of her field. "Only one outlet. There are obstacles that the staff can't handle there, Alma. I intend to invite you, but I'm really afraid I can't focus on solving this problem."

Netra Alma widened, she looked up at her husband. "Don't you directly say I'm bothering dong, Mas?"

Alma took off her hand link at the nape of Jafar, she went back to frying the onion. "Yes, jaudah. You promised not long ago pa-pa. I'm izini."

Jafar asked Alma to turn around, in his arms tightly to his wife and also not to forget in his kiss several times from the forehead, right left cheek and the last on the lips. After that Jafar really left.

The last session of frying onions without Jafar was really boring. Finished putting all the onions, Alma intended to take a short break by sitting on a chair. But the net suddenly caught a piece of paper.

What is it from Mas Jafar?

At the pull of the paper that folded in half.

"I'll be home soon, Alma. Don't think you're a bully either. At all, no. My focus there is work. In the focus of my home is you. Understood?" write Jafar.

...🌺...

Around twelve o'clock in the afternoon. Salwa is visiting home. Jafar, her husband has not yet returned. He said for a moment, it was a long time. So annoying.

"Sister, Brother."

Alma. "What, Sal?"

"Anu, this ..." Salwa suddenly touched her stomach. "There's no grandpa yet, seh?"

Alma was astonished, and suddenly she smiled and said, "What are you ready to be a Aunt?"

"Ready! Very ready, Brother. Anyway, if the women may be as beautiful as Kak Alma. Continue ..." Salwa seemed to think, she looked very excited. "If men may be as brave as Mas Jafar. Keep husband-able really like Mas. Just gotta have to."

Alma shook her head. "Suami-able?"

"Yes. Santriwati said, same my friends, sister. Time to play here to see Mas Jafar. It is so ngeselin! Where it says gini, Allah Salwa is very lucky you have Mas kayak Mas Jafar, already sweet, dashing, tall and blah-bla-bla," said Salwa who looks upset.

"You shouldn't pout. That said your friends are right, you're lucky to have Mas Kayak Mas Jafar, right?"

Netra Salwa widened, she raised both hands and fluttered to the right left. "Now, it's the one who feels luckier than me. Yes, Brother Alma! Can have it all! Uwahhh, what else if suddenly there is a small baby must be a very good argument, Oh Allah!"

Yes, you are right, Sal. I'm more fortunate.

"If one day you are pregnant, you are still born. Just be careful you don't want to be fat!"

Salwa said, "Mau, Brother. Want. Brother same is his enterprising business. Let's spit it out, hehehe."

"Astaghfirullah's. Your mouth is the same as your mind! Do'a aja, Salwa."

Salwa laughed a little. "Yes, my brother does'ain."

^^^

Note:

There will probably be a last 1 or 2 Extra.

I constantly remind people when someone wants to visit. It's 31 parts. Lutfan and Mardiyah are married. This one pair is more romantic that juts out to worry, yes maybe. But still full of laughter for the early chapters.

So-called.