Almahyras
Section 11

...Part 11: The Discussion of the Mute...

He did not agree with what Jafar had written. Humbling before him by writing a letter full of grief, is not the nature of a Jafar. Why should Jafar feel unworthy of anyone? While what he knew was that Mardiyah liked the speechless man secretly.

Alma believed that man would never truly be alone. Of course, there will be someone who will give it to live this strange life.

"You don't need to return this letter?" monologue Alma.

His left and right hands again folded a piece of white paper into two halves. Then he stood up to insert the letter into the pocket of the game he was wearing, his net circulated the view maybe his vision would catch the figure being sought.

"That's .. her," muttered Alma.

He sighed for a moment. Then he monologued, "I will reply to your letter, Jafar. Because our communication is just a piece of paper, nothing else."

Alma took the duct tape that was still located on the stone chair with her right hand. As soon as possible he walked a little hastily towards his dorm room, in the middle of the journey he did not hesitate to run. And about a minute and fifteen seconds, he came to the front of the doorway with a gasp of breath.

"Sir Al .. ma?"

Heard a soft voice from Inayah. Spontaneous Alma looked. "Hi, Inayah!" greet Alma.

"Why-why brother?"

Alma. "No wonder, this running sport. Hence, need a breath. Brother go in first, okay?"

"Yes, Brother."

Open the door of the room. Then he entered deftly to take the study table, open it on the bed, then he also took pen and paper torn from his notebook. Then followed himself sitting on the bed with his right hand which began to write a reply letter to Jafar.

Waalaikumussalam´s chat.

No one forced me to consent to this marriage. Didn't you know? That I had blatantly rejected you, Jafar.

After careful thought the decision I took was to agree. And for those seven months, I felt it was enough to think back. I make sure the decision remains the same and will not change.

One question from me:

What if instead, you would be ashamed to have a wife like me?

alma

(I want to reply to this letter. It is not your right to ban me)

Alma closed the pen. Then fold the piece of paper into two pieces and put it in a pocket-before he took out Jafar's letter. He stood back up, then folded the study table and put it back in the bed, followed by putting pen and notebook into the first nightstand drawer.

"For the first time ... I wrote a letter in this modern age" murmured Alma.

Alma out-locked the door to the dorm room. He stepped slowly peeking at Inayah and Kirana's room. There's no one. So he decided to go to the field again. Because at least he must have found so many people there.

So long he ran, chosen to stop for a moment, just rest. Alma sits on the edge of the park where there are green and fresh wild grass - because it was exposed to the rain yesterday night. He took the device and the letter in his pocket, turned it on and saw the clock showing at 06:24 WIB.

"Hello, Miss Alma!" A little boy who gave a letter from Jafar passed by waving his hand.

Netra Alma widened. "Eh? A-anu adek! Little adak!"

The little girl looked back. "Don't you call me?"

Alma nodded with a wide smile. "Yes. Dek, will you help me?"

"You." The little boy nodded with his right hand carrying a pink gift paper. Then he continued to say, "Indeed, Madam Alma would ask me to help you anyway?"

"Send a letter."

"Uhm ... kayak who was told by Gus pesantren?" ask the little boy.

"Yes. Here's the letter." Alma gave a piece of paper and a sheet of five thousand rupiah to the little girl. Then say again, "Please love Gus, huh? I think he was on the field, just look. Then that's the money for you."

The little boy smiled broadly. "Matur nuwun his money Mbak Alma. I'm ready to give you this letter."

Alma nodded by carving a smile on her face, as the little girl waved her hand. At least there is someone who is an intermediary if he wants to contact Jafar. Because Kirana and Inayah were not good decisions. Kirana asked too much and Inayah was too shy.

The kling!

The string in his right hand sounded. Alma frowned, before returning to sit on the edge of the grass. He just turned on a special notification for a few people. So, who outside the orphanage contacted him? Besides, Aunt Maryam?

"Ashypha?" muttered Alma.

Asyifanf

Brother Alma~

Syifa bring glad tidings hehe

^^^What happy news?^^^

Asyifanf

[send video]

Do'ain good luck, Brother Alma

Netra Alma widened. But a second back to normal, when he could completely control his shock. Followed by the pull of both corners of the blushing lips. He's happy. Syifa is getting married, and the video sent is an online wedding invitation.

^^Aamiin.^^^

^^^Live IG is awaited^^

Alma reinserted the device into the pocket. Then he walked down the garden path, and entered the dining hall with the women-to see the cardboard used later that night had folded or not. And cancel the intention to the field, because the letter already has an intermediary.

"Assalamualaik."

"The card hasn't folded all up yet huh? May I help you?" ask Alma.

The female senior shifted to give a seat. "Monggo, Ma'am. It's just a few folds short."

"I did not help pa-pa. Wait eight o'clock really long, want to go to the supermarket later," said Alma with a hand that began to take white cardboard food.

A senior sitting in the chair asked, "Who's Ma'am to the supermarket?"

"Just like Kirana Inayah."

The senior pesantren nodded. For a few seconds of silence, there was only a passing crowd of people putting cardboard on the table. Until suddenly Alma hears that one of the female seniors - with maroon gowns and a black veil - is talking.

"Gus Jafar's men are getting married, Ma'am."

One of the seniors with a black robe as well as a green veil said, "Yes ta? The same sopo?"

"Ndon't know. Between maybe santriwati if ndak yo orphanage." The woman with the maroon's robe, put the cardboard on the table. Then he said again, "Lagian yo right anyway, Ma'am. Only women at the same cottage home who refused Ummi's request. Moreover, Gus Jafar is now a bus .. u--"

The black mute senior refuted, "Your mouth is guarded! We're in the parlour again, can't say that. What if it sounds like him?"

This rumor spread quickly.

"Who did you hear from, Mother?" sahut Alma, it feels like these ears are getting hot. Then the good thing, may he come to talk and justify misunderstandings that they may not know.

The woman with the maroon's robe turned her head and said, "I was horrified when I was eating food to Ummi's ndalem, Mbak."

Alma nodded.

"If it is true, thank God, dong Mbak. Married worship, anyway Jaf-I mean Gus. Gus Jafar is a good man. And who wouldn't want a good husband, would they?" said Alma.

So now I'm defending him?

A woman with a pink hood and black robe, who had just come with a plastic bag, said "Yes, she said. I yo pingin became the ex Ummi Salamah. He is good, Gus Jafar is also good with sholeh. So what do you say about tingling?"

"Gini, is the job done? Not gonna. People on a lot of talk."

Mar .. didyah? When did he come?

Mardiyah came with Salsa carrying a pot containing clear vegetables for breakfast together this morning. Because as usual breakfast will start at 06:30 WIB. And if for the children of the home that is still in school will definitely have breakfast first - but because this day is off, so the decision is to have breakfast together.

"Immy!" mardiyah.

Alma who had just folded the last paper looked. "What?"

"Oh .. Have you forgotten your duties every morning?" mardiyah said with ketus.

Alma frowned. What task is it? He was only assigned to a self-service, and the self-service would not be eight. "What task? Please just be-you"

"Nganterin food for Ummi Salamah, Ma'am," said Salsa. It seems to understand that Mardiyah is in a bad mood.

Alma's eyes widened. "Astaghfirullah's. I have forgotten, O God. A-anu, excuse me. Assalamualaikum."

I don't know how many times this morning he ran. Indeed Alma forgot, regardless of whatever he thought it might be possible that Jafar had taken it, or maybe this day off to deliver. Because there will be an event that surely Umm Salamah comes.

With a loud breath he stopped at the kitchen doorstep. The speed of running is getting better. A moment of sighing, he slightly peeked into the quiet kitchen and the bushel of food was on the wooden table. He just stepped one foot into the kitchen, suddenly someone from inside the left hit him. And spontaneously the water in the basin carried it splits the gray veil as well as the black robe of Alma.

"Sorry-sorry."

She again?!

I don't think there are bosses nabrakin themselves to people!

"For the sake of Allah, ukhti. I didn't accidentally, I was shocked, I-I-"

"Lutfan! Oh my God, you are the way the eyes are used?" alma Sentak.

Lutfan nodded. "Same feet synchronous eyes, ukhti. I'm just wearing my i-it's, I reflex you're suddenly in."

Alma's breath was still wheezing, between holding back anger also because of tired of running earlier. Alma's forehead shriveled when she saw Lutfan's net gaze not on her but slightly lowered to the point that it should not be in her distance.

"Closure of eyes--"

Alma's words came to a halt when someone suddenly threw a plaid napkin at Lutfan's face.

"Jafar?"

The man looked down with a wagging hand, some signs telling Alma to leave immediately. "But I want to nganter--"

"Mas Jafar I don't see the oath. I don't see it--"

Lutfan's words were contradicted when Jafar shut the man's mouth tightly. Then once again shaking his hand facing Lutfan, Jafar spoke unheard, "There's me."

"Go," continued Jafar by shaking his hand again.

Alma nodded. Immediately leave the kitchen by covering the front with crossed hands. This is such a bitch! He continuously grumbled in the middle of the road, when he reached the dormitory, he entered without caring about Kirana who called.

"Not even half a day, change your clothes! I really don't think the same man. Sure I'm sure, her eyes-"

There was a knocking on the door. The voice of Kirana from outside. "What, Na?" asked Alma with annoyance.

"Say Mbak-mbak pesantren, later before going to the supermarket was told to stop by the ndalemnya Ummi Salamah, Kak," said Kirana with a little loud.

It must be because I'm late with his food.

Note :

• the Syifa/Asyifa online theme in Part 2 was discussed.