Don't Call My Name
S2 - Strange Movie Shows

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“I'm not a born rich man, Al. I hope you can patiently accompany me,” said Umar, his tone sounded more flexible than before.

Alma nodded. The girl did not want to open her voice again because she was afraid that Umar would be more offended, even though she explained, she did not mean to make it so.

Umar opened his coat and handed it to Alma. I mean, ask him to help keep it to the wash.

“You can open the veil, Al. It's at home. Are you not hot?”

Geez, how come Alma got nervous when Umar looked at him like this? His heart is severely degan. Umar is actually handsome, but because it is fierce so a bit cool.

“Or do you want me to open?”

Again, Umar offered. Ah, yes. Isn't this his job?

Slowly, Umar's hand was stretched out to open the veil that covered part of Alma's face. However, by the time he had touched the end, Umar's hand was held by the hand of the owner of the face.

“Don't be here,” said Alma went first and Umar followed suit. The man smiled as Alma took him to the room. After putting his coat back.

As Alma said above, when he arrived at the room, Alma also allowed Umar to open it there.

They sit facing. With full hope, Umar slowly opened the cloth that covered his wife's face. In her heart she prayed, may Alma's face be as beautiful as she expected.

And ....

Alma's face was full when the rope tied behind his head was removed. Beauty that used to be hidden, now looks real. God fucking. He didn't think Alma was that beautiful. His face was warm and shady when looked at.

Umar's throat seemed to be dry until he had difficulty swallowing saliva. His eyes were fully rounded and pecked for some time.

Not what Mauza said at the time. Alma's face is very smooth and well maintained although not too white because the skin color tends to be yellow, according to the average person in this country. His nose is pointed, his cheeks are slightly chubby, his eyebrows are not too thick but fibrous at the base. Both of his eyes are pitch black which has very pliable eyelashes.

And now Umar's gaze was fixed down and centered on a single point, namely on the reddish lips and a little thick at the bottom. She's your wife now, so inwardly cheered that she was called to visit him there.

Umar closed his eyes. Approaching his face and tilting his head to grab the chewy thing.

Ah, it was sweet and opium once as he played around there. Especially when he heard a small de sahan voice that escaped from his lips. Makes him want to stay there. His tongue absorbs, melu mat, mengu lum and trace the depth of the ripe lips.

However, Umar immediately stopped him at the moment he began to taste salty and sweet simultaneously. He put his face away and saw the girl shed tears.

“Sorry ..” said Umar was not feeling well. He realized he was in too much of a hurry.

His maleness instincts that have risen now must be muffled. Umar can not be carelessly channeling. He was not married to an experienced woman, but a girl who never once dated.

Her night.

The atmosphere became awkward after the incident earlier this afternoon while they were in the room. There was no talk even though both of them were sitting in the same place. In front of the lighted television. His eyes shone onto the screen, but his mind was busy with their respective shadows.

“Bang ...”

“Al ...”

The two turned their heads and called out the names of their interlocutors simultaneously.

“Abang first,” Alma welcome.

“No, you were aja.”

“You first.”

“Abang!”

“Ya already do not need both if so,” said Umar later.

Because they are not interested in anything except just want to mince words, so that the atmosphere is not too quiet.

Confused what to do, Umar then lay half his body on the back of the sofa.

Wanted to approach Alma again like this afternoon, but was afraid that Alma would cry again. Wanting to get her to talk was also confused, what topic would they be talking about. They don't know very well because they've never approached. In fact, it is possible if only just to be patient with each other or ask about their hobbies or habits.

So, what should he do now?

After a few minutes, Umar finally got the idea. She asks Alma to bring herself close to her side. “Sini, Al!” patting the chair next to him.

Alma according. The girl moved her seat closer.

“Again!” tell Umar.

Alma again shifted his body, but still considered less so that Umar was anxious and then pulled it later so that the two stuck together. Not far away like a couple who are hostile to each other.

“In order to slide a hard aja begging your forgiveness, Al,” said Umar half annoyed.

“Sorry, Bang .. I've never been close to the opposite sex other than Ais. So it's still a bit awkward.” Alma. “Abang itself ever?”

“Although yes, I will not tell you,” Umar asserted. “Because I don't care about your past either.”

What do you want to tell from Alma? He has no past that can be remembered like Umar. In his daily life, he only spent his time at home with Umi, Abi and Ais dear brother.

Umar moved his legs to grab the television remote. Alma protested because of his unexpected behavior.

“Abang right, have a hand. Why wear a leg? Can't be brother. Brother can tell me if it's mager.”

“Sstt,” Umar orders his wife to be quiet. “What movie do you like?”

“I really don't like watching movies,” replied Alma.

“Keep why TV?”

“Bingung want to do,” says Alma. “I'm still a stranger in this place. Sorry, Bang. Looks like I still need time to adapt so as not to get too confused again.”

It's like animals use the adaptation show all Umar thought.

“Okay, I chose the movie title.”

Seringai-an Umar actually had made Alma suspicious. However, the girl let her husband change the television channel that originally aired the news, changed to another channel that she knew was romantic fim. Alma believed that Umar could not watch a strange film.

But a few seconds later, Alma's mouth opened at the sight of the impression that stained both his eyeballs. A male and female actor was doing scenes like them this afternoon. The difference is, they do it in a more trained way. Not like her passive self.

“Astaghfirullahaladzim!” Alma reflexively closed the laughing man's eyes as the actor began to lower his lips.

Umar laughed when he saw Alma panicking. Strange as he thought, his own eyes needed protection. Why did the woman's hands cover her eyes?

Seriate.