Almahyras
Season 2 Part 4: Same.

At dawn she was getting ready. But before that, he woke Dilara and woke up Alma, who was definitely exhausted, due to overnight activity.

When he touched his wife's body. Jafar was silent for a moment. She was always beautiful, her inner self with a hand rubbing Alma's forehead, and in the second involuntarily, Alma touched her wrist. Then pulled his hand in short kisses on the back of the hand.

"You woke up from that?" asked Alma with a hoarse voice.

Jafar nodded, his hand still in Alma's grasp.

"Wake up yet?"

Jafar nodded, again.

Alma let go of her hand. Then in his eyes every movement of the wife, who came down from the bed, opened the closet took the robe, and entered the bathroom. He did not want to go out, choosing to wait until the wife was finished.

Cleks.

The bathroom door opened, Alma came out with a long mane that was still wet, and her gaze was intertwined with the wife.

"Mas, wait for me?"

Jafar nodded.

"I want to pray first, Mas."

Jafar lifted up his notebook that he had written earlier. "After completion. You're out of the room, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mum."

Alma came out with a black robe and a mocca veil that immediately took a seat right in the side chair. Dilara looks at the mother. Umminya, Ummmi Salamah has gone to the orphanage again, as usual, to meet Mardiyah. I don't know he doesn't know lately Lutfan's wife wants all things related to Umminya.

"Antique mom."

"Hm?" Alma rubbed his son's head gently. "Try to repeat what you said?"

"Antique mom."

A thin smile Alma showed. "Dilara is beautiful too." Alma is seen turning her eyes to Jafar. "Well, Dad?"

Jafar who heard that nodded.

At first glance Alma saw Dilara who was busy eating her food. Now he approached Jafar's ear and whispered. "You cook, Mom?"

Jafar stared and moved his lips. "Yes." Yeah."

"Well! Great dad. Dad's cooking Dilara! What do you say to Daddy?"

Dilara's round eyes looked at Jafar confusedly. He looked at Alma again. What word should he say? Cooking by his father? His net suddenly sparkled, as he looked at his mother's muttering lips. "Thank you Dad!" abugn.

"Together."

Her lips were read by Dilara and Alma. The little princess laughed sweetly.

"Mama Mama. Dilala want to play with Kak Kilana and Kak Nay can?"

Alma nodded. "Can, Honey. Wait to be picked up, okay? Now let's try to eat, finish all Dad's cooking. Let me be cool!"

Jafar looked at his wife and son who were eating food. This sight was the one he saw every day, he still did not expect that Dilara was the fruit of his heart with Alma. Time passed very quickly, without feeling. If life could be repeated he would never ask for more, he wanted to live like this. But if it could be better, he did not want the accident to happen.

"Mas, let's eat" whispered Alma.

Jafar nodded, and scooped up the food bit by bit. On the third feed he stopped putting his spoon, and picked up the device lying beside the plate. He started opening notes in the app and typing something for Alma.

"I'm on holiday today. Later I ask Lutfan or Banyu to stop by the outlet I keep. You what holiday? Or go to the Shared Shops?"

Alma was still chewing food. The next second after being swallowed he took a glass filled with mineral water and gulped it in half. Relieved. He began to look at Jafar and replied, "You want me to take a day off, Mas?"

"I asked" Jafar wrote.

"I am also on holiday. I promise you to go to the clinic."

"I am with ..." Alma lowered her hand rubbing her husband's thigh gently. "Yes, Mum? Later I sendipin Dilara to Kirana same Inayah undaunted."

Jafar nodded.

He has made several recoveries at this clinic. To be honest he was embarrassed, so he asked Alma to wait outside only, or if there might be no barrier he asked Alma to stay away a few meters. He didn't want to be laughed at, even though Alma would never be like that. His voice will look ugly, stammering and will definitely not be pleasant to hear.

"Sir Jafar, I'm starting, huh?" In front of him the clinic doctor put a poster of capital letters. "Before about this capital letter. One year ago, I was able to do enough. Maybe the difficulty is only in a few letters. That is, R, M, N, and lastly Q. Are you willing to repeat some of those letters?"

Jafar nodded.

"good. I started." The doctor pointed his wand at N. Jafar mispronounced M. Repeated again a few times Jafar was right, and continued until R and Q Jafar had been quite able to. "No pa-pa, sir. Let's just slow down. Now I start with the person's name and a few sentences."

Jafar nodded.

"Erika's."

Jafar opened his mouth. "El .. li .. ka."

"Good, Sir. It's been good." The doctor said again. "Now Father spelling. E, R, I, K, A."

"C, RL ... I." Jafar looked at the mouth The doctor was seriously helping him. "K, A. Erl .. lika."

The doctor smiled sweetly. Patience is very helpful to all patients, and then some sentences he learned and the difficulty remains the same in the letters R, M, N and Q. A very difficult pronunciation he described, and he felt small again. About thirty minutes passed, the Doctor spoke that at any rate, tomorrow he could return to the Clinic again.

"Mas, drink." Alma gave him a bottle of mineral water. "Where was that?"

"Ba-ik."

Netra Alma was seen twinkling listening to the voice. Usually he does not have time to make a sound, just move his lips. But ... Is it true that the eyes sparkle in shock because the voice is heard, or surprised because the voice is strange? She felt discouraged and ashamed.

"I didn't think you were talking, Mom."

Actually I can already. But still my voice is strange, Alma. The preparation of sentences that are sometimes wrong, capital letters that are difficult to call and other problems that make me feel this therapy is free, his mind by staring at each other as if all the complaints he said directly. His wife is not a person who can read minds. If the word could, maybe Alma would scold him for being self-deprecating.

"I want to hear again. But I think you're tired of therapy. So what if we go home?" Alma paused by looking at her watch. "Before that we stopped by mekdi, yuk, Mas. Buy potatoes with burgers for the children's homes."

"Make a-pa?"

Alma's smile grew wider. "Wagging. Because I'm happy, to hear your voice. I want to buy food parlors. No pa-pa, right, Mas?"

Jafar nodded.

At the orphanage Alma distributed the potatoes and burgers she bought earlier. He chose to sit in a corner where the men ate with his sister Lutfan, who was still in a wheelchair. I don't know if in thought why the fate of his sister should be as sad as him? As if the fate line of life feels the same, Lutfan must also lose his father. And the wisdom behind it is also .. It seems that Lutfan also got a wife who was as good as Alma, or perhaps even better than the way he looked at Mardiyah.

"Mas, ukhti looks really cool. What's the share event?"

Jafar wrote in his notebook. "The mood's improving, let it go."

Lutfan looks shaky. "Mas ... Until ever thought that our soul mate would be this close?"

Jafar nodded.

"Yes despite the matchmaking. No denying our soul mate is close, both children of Umma orphanage," continued Lutfan.

"Are you happy with your marriage?" jafar asked with his notebook up.

"If I'm not happy. How can I keep going this far, Mom? The child that Mardiyah is pregnant with now is proof" explained Lutfan.

You're right, Lutfan. The child is always a proof of the love of his parents who once bloomed, Jafar replied and he began to write again. "If you want time to be rearranged. Do you want to live like this in the future, Lutfan?"

"Mau, Mum. I accept all the ordinances of God. But if I can choose, I don't want Abi with Uncle to go, if I can choose also I don't want to be like gini. Continue ..." Lutfan looked down at his feet. "I don't want to be paralyzed, Mom. I want everything to be okay."

"If it is like that. We seem arrogant and selfish to be human, Lutfan. We should realize that there is no perfection of self and life. Some have to go and some have to be born. Everything has become a decree, and as a servant we just need to be steadfast." Jafar no longer wrote in a notebook but in a device he took out of his pocket. He gave a pause there. "And are you aware? That the two new members are, sparking happiness in your life and mine, Lutfan."

"Both new members?" Lutfan thought for a moment. "Ah, that means Mardiyah is the Ukhti? It should be four, Mom. Nambah Dilara same my son who is still in the womb. They are ... the best gifts from God. I arrive every day .. If you see Mardiyah it must be grateful, Mas."

Yes, Lutfan. I was like that too, when I saw Alma and Dilara.