Almahyras
Season 2, Part 2: Why Do You Think That Way?

Before the birth of Dilara. Jafar always thinks positively about his situation that will soon improve. But real what? There was no progress, even until Dilara was born and had stepped on 2 years, Jafar still could not say a word.

Sad, indeed. But to continue to survive for Dilara and Alma is something Jafar must remember until later. Because his life is no longer gray, there are colors, there are jokes, there is laughter and all the new things he gets from the little girl who is now sleeping on the side.

"Mas, I've been sleeping. You want me to make coffee to stay up late for sales?"

Jafar.

Alma busied herself for a moment in the kitchen. Then after he returned to the room, it turned out that the husband had been sitting on the sofa busy with a laptop.

"Please, Mum."

Jafar is busy with his laptop. Not even heed Alma at all, I don't know .. His job is a place to forget about his own failure as a father.

Although Alma always says that he never fails, that he is a good father. He really doesn't believe that much. Because in fact, he is not a category of father that can be said to succeed.

"Maos ..."

Jafar.

"Aren't you tired?"

Jafar shook his head, and looked back at the laptop. Then change on microsoft word then type there. "If you're tired of sleeping, Alma. I can do this alone, without needing to be accompanied."

"Without need to be accompanied?" Alma's forehead shriveled, then he leaned his back on the sofa. "Ultimately .. When we had Dilara you always stole time. Now Dilara's a little big, why do you look like a bitch, huh?"

"Why, Mas?" Alma looked at Jafar from the side. "I'm not attractive anymore?"

"Why do you think that?"

Alma read the writing without Jafar seeing it. "How can I not think like that, Mom. And you just look weird. The longer, the more distant I am."

"I'm sorry" Jafar wrote.

Alma. "I'm not apologizing to you. I just asked why are you so far away? So you're a cuek like gini?"

Jafar didn't type anything.

"Mas, even ..." Alma sounded out. "If I could be honest as your wife, I feel like you are .. I'm not really interested in me anymore, Mom."

"Dispose of your bad thoughts, Alma. I really never thought of it that way." Jafar gave a pause there. "You keep pulling in my eyes."

Forgive me, Alma, her mind is slowly opening Alma's veil. Then slightly bowed, about to hold the wife, whom he had just touched had opened his eyes.

"What do you want?"

Jafar just stared.

"It's over?"

Jafar nodded.

Alma got up from the couch. "Yes already. Then let's move to bed."

Jafar had no choice but to follow Alma who had broken down. Meanwhile, Dilara was still asleep in a room that was sealed by a wooden wall.

"Oh yes, I forgot. Before going to bed you usually take warm saffron." When Alma was about to rise up, his arm was restrained by Jafar, the fall was already his intention to exit the room. "What, Mas? You need anything?"

Jafar.

"If that's how I'm going to get rid of."

Jafar shook his head, again.

Alma sighed and took the device that was on the bedside table, then gave it to Jafar. "Type something, Mas. I don't want to conclude anything."

"I'm sorry."

Alma's forehead shriveled as she read what Jafar typed. "What about?"

"Everything" Jafar replied in the caption.

Alma was silent for a moment. "Before I forgive you. May I ask, Mum?"

Jafar nodded.

"Why ... are you so kayak gini, Mas?" Three seconds Alma paused. "Even in an intimate relationship it feels .. I can't bear to ask about this."

Jafar looked at him.

"Why when we do that ... do you have to use a protector, Mas? You why? Regret having a child from me?" alma.