Don't Call My Name
S2-Less Lucky

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“You should cover your own eyes, Almahyra ..” said Umar.

“But your eyes are the most dangerous if not really guarded. Because women are more able to hold themselves than men. That's what I know.”

Umar pressed the off button. Makes Alma let go of her hand when the television screen went out. The girl's breath was relieved.

“Bang, plis don't watch movies like that anymore. Watch the same do and the law of sin,” said Alma after a while. “Again impressions like earlier can make our brains so damaged, dirty, dirty, not focused when running worship, and difficult to absorb knowledge.”

“Only people kissing, Al. Not more. Examples like this ..” Umar mode, he kissed the cheek of Alma so that the girl was a little rowed, “ini is not por no because I also often do it to Mama.”

“If a child's kiss for his mother is a sign of affection. Same different we did and we just watched.”

Umar did not heed Alma's words just now because actually, he actually knew better. This kid really likes to suck.

“Al, sit here, Al,” Umar's word pat her thigh.

Actually Alma had a little objection. But he could not refuse the request of a husband who he said was sinful when he refused his orders. Unless the commandments are things that prohibit religious rules.

In a split second, Alma moved into Umar's lap. However, there was something Umar felt differently on the top. He felt strange noises and sounds when he moved.

“This what Al?”

Alma grimacing. “I again monthly guest arrival ...”

“What?” contact Umar surprised, “from when?”

“From overnight.”

“What!?” the man was surprised again.

“What's really why? Something wrong?”

“That's wrong it's your question, Alma ..” de sah Umar was anxious once made.

What do you want, Bang? It is time. Where can it be postponed tomorrow? Inner Alma shouted.

There was no first night for Umar tonight other than just sleeping with a headache. Yeah, how not?

He slept in one bed with a beautiful and sexy woman who was already his wife. But the truth is, he's being haraam touched.

The next day Umar was still at home. He decided not to go anywhere that day. Consider it a marriage vacation. However, he was also bored of being unable to do anything.

Oh, God ... even living in his own house is better because the atmosphere is more crowded. He misses his family, especially his mom and his shitty dad.

Meanwhile, Alma who had just gotten dressed and put on makeup headed straight for the kitchen.

No more veils covering his face because now, he just looks the opposite. Alma wore a knee-length v-neck dress that looked loose on the bottom. Her hair that was deliberately dyed brownish and wavy, was simply smeared.

Making both eyeballs Umar did not blink when Alma was passing in front of him.

“Morning, Non Alma ..” greet the woman to her new employer.

“Morning too, Bi,” Reply Alma. “Call Alma aja, Bi. I'm not Miss.”

“Eh, no! When I call names. Not polite, Nope. Aunty has always called Non Zara as well.”

“If Brother Zara right, different again. She is indeed the big Miss.”

“Yes already, Aunty call Mbak Alma only, yes.”

“Bby ...” replied Alma felt the call was better for her. Then, the girl headed to the refrigerator, opening the contents. “What can I make for breakfast, Bi?”

“OK, briefly,” says Alma after thinking for a moment.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged woman managed to buy all the items that Alma noted. That morning for the first time Alma made breakfast for her husband. And what makes him happy is, when it gets a good response from the man even though he did not explicitly say it.

“Auntie has been a long time yes, here?” alma asked as they worked together to clean the kitchen they were already using.

“From the first time this house was built,” Bi Yati replied. He also told that he was like a mother to Zara because at that time, Zara had lost her mammoth figure, even though she was still alive.

“Now still like phone, Bi?”

“Ya, sometimes. Non Zara right, busy,” Bi Yati replied. “No papa yes, Ma'am. I still work here if indeed this house wants to change hands,” he continued.

“Eh, no papa, Bi,” Alma So feel bad. He also explained that they were very grateful for him. Given how difficult it is to find good people in this day and age.

Almahyra was back with Umar in front of him watching television. But the difference, this time Alma was the one who chose his channel. Alma was deliberately looking for a study event so that her husband could hear a lot of goodness that could soften his heart. But instead of listening, the man closed his eyes. Sleeps.

Oh my God. de sah Alma. The girl did not expect if it turned out, Umar had such an attitude away from his imagination. Alma thought Umar was an educated boy. Not much different from his father, Opanya, or his brother who has the status of Ustaz. But the truth is like this. Damaged once.

Alma grabbed the remote, then turned off the television again. He then went into the room so that his sadness was not heard.

In front, Umar woke up. He remembered what had happened before so he fell asleep there. And Alma? Where is Alma?

Realizing that Alma was no longer beside him, Umar rushed to find him in the room.

Right, the girl was there as Umar peeked out from the crack of the door. He was sitting in front of the mirror.

“Not everyone is lucky including me,” muttered the girl was clearly heard by Umar's ears. “Maybe he was brought in to be a test for me.”

“Who?” sahut Umar made Alma aghast and turned his head.

“Ehm, Bang. No, just another ...”

“You feel unlucky to marry me, Al?” sela Umar asked.

“Not that, Brother don't misunderstand.”

Umar did not heed his explanation. It was clear that all the words were directed at him, still he was evasive. “Keep why do you want, Al? This is my question from yesterday, what is your reason for accepting our parents' matchmaking?”

“Because I thought, Abi would not be able to choose a companion for his son,” replied Alma finally.

“But the truth is I'm not as good as you expected?”

“I don't know everything about you, Bang. We just got married one day. Not too close.”

“What kind of men do you expect?”

“Like Abi who is always patient, says kindly and gently to his wife.”

“I can't,” Umar.

“Because you don't get used to it.”

“I am like this, if you want please, if you don't want please go.”

“My fight hasn't even started yet.”

“There is no struggle for a wife who from the beginning, has labeled herself a less fortunate person.”

Seriate.