Almahyras
Section 12

...12: The Discussion of the Mute (2)...

Alma skipped breakfast with the orphanage children. After changing clothes with; triangle army veil and black abaya, around 06.41 WIB as soon as possible he went to the pesantren which is the distance, five houses and one branch from the orphanage.

Al-Hikmah orphanage is located on the edge of the city. Not entirely in the village. While passing through the paddy fields Alma's footsteps slowed down, a middle-aged woman suddenly just called out to him.

"Well, what's up, Mom?"

On his forehead he looks a little wrinkled, right hand carrying vegetables. Then the mother said, "Sir, can you help me for a moment?"

"Can, Mom. God can."

Seems he's breathing. "Alhamdulillah. Finally someone's gonna help me."

"Where is his mother going?" ask Alma.

"Pesantren, Nduk."

The pesantren?

This is the pesantren he means Al-Hikmah pesantren, right?

The middle-aged woman welcomed Alma's hand which she immediately gave vegetables. Alma thought it was indeed Al-Hikmah boarding school, because such a close distance was impossible for him to walk if the destination was far away.

"That's Nduk, Al-Hikmah's pesantren Kiai Bashir" said the middle-aged woman.

Kiai Bashir's? That ... Jafar's dad?

Alma nodded. "Yes, Mom. I want to go there too."

"Alhamdulillah, in line with Nduk. Who do you want to meet?" ask him, again.

Alma cleared for a moment. "You'll see Ummi Salamah, ma'am."

He nodded, ending the conversation. Alma's footsteps and the middle-aged woman were parallel to entering the boarding school. An ustazah greeted him by taking over the vegetables from Alma's hands.

"Mother how can you go alone? I'm looking for you everywhere." Ustazah who called himself Aini turned his gaze to Alma and again said, "You are Alma, huh? The one from the orphanage?"

Alma nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"Thank you, have helped my mother" said Ustazah Aini, again.

Alma replied with a smile. Then say goodbye to the residence of Ummi Salamah. Upon reaching the doorway, Alma heard Umm Salamah talking to an old man - who knew who. He chose to cancel his intention to enter and say a greeting, timidly disrespectful to break the conversation of the two parents.

"Oh Allah, Alma! How are you here, son?"

That soft voice broke Alma's daydream. He was completely unaware of someone standing in the doorway. "U-ummi?" said it.

"What are you doing here?"

Alma. "I-it's waiting for Ummi to finish talking to guests. I'm afraid Alma's gonna bother Ummi."

"The guest is waiting for you, my dear. Come on, come on, kid!" invite Ummi Salamah by slowly pulling Alma's arm by bringing her in, to come sit with the guest.

I thought it was just one guest, it turned out to be quite a lot.

Umm Salamah sat beside him. Then introduced him to the old Grandpa in front of him. "He was Kiai Bashir, his grandfather Jafar and Lutfan. And you can call him by Grandpa's call too."

Means ... Umma's father is the same Umma?

"Yes, Ummi."

Then Ummi Salamah showed one by one the people who were in the guest house. The middle-aged woman with a black abaya of milk-chocolate slippers as well as a black veil is Aunt Sulis-in-law Kiai Bashir of her only son, the teenage girl with the black robe as well as the pink triangle veil is Salwa-son Aunt Sulis, a, and one daughter in his arms and a son in the arms of Ummi Salamah are the Princess and the Son, the younger brother of Salwa.

"So-so this is his future wife Mas Jafar, Bi?" salwa asked Umm Salamah, whom he called Bibi.

Ummi Salamah nodded. "Yes. Name's Alma. You can call--"

"I'd like to call Alma. It's like this brother from the city, don't you think if I call you sister?" Salwa refuted, then turned to Alma.

"No pa-pa. Brother or mother is the same as it means," replied Alma.

Kiai Bashir looked at him so deeply. He felt completely wronged and looked down again. Then Kiai Bashir said, "Alhamdulillah, Grandpa is happy to have new grandchildren. Tomorrow if you're married live here huh, Nduk?"

Alma nodded. "I-iya Kia-I mean. Yes, Grandpa."

Kiai Bashir laughed a little. "Greetings, my grandchildren are so shy. It seems uncomfortable to talk to men. Then I'll go home, yes Nduk."

I think I was wrong to say. Ouch, O God!

"I-I don't mean gi-gitu. How come Grandpa came home?" alma said at the time. Then he closed his mouth with his hands.

Umm Salamah stood leading Kiai Bashir. And Umm Salamah said, "He's been here a long time, son. So after seeing you he said he wanted to go home soon."

"I'm sorry for making Grandpa wait for so long" Alma regretted.

Kiai Bashir nodded. "Silent, Nduk. Grandpa who came gini impromptu. Grandpa farewell, huh? We'll see you again sometime."

Kiai Bashir has left. Sulis and her children chose to stay, because they want to participate in activities once a month at Al-Hikmah orphanage.

"Sister Alma's going to the parlor, right?" ask Salwa.

Alma nodded. "Yes, Sal."

Salwa looked at Alma and Aunt Sulis alternately. Then Salwa said, "Umma I'm going with Kak Alma to the orphanage now, huh? I promise not to be naughty, continue to pray there, promise Umma promise."

Aunt Sulis granted Salwa's request. So Alma went home with Salwa beside him. This teenage girl did not protest, she was willing to walk together. Alma thought Salwa's age was thirteen, and her sisters were probably one year older.

"Sister Alma, really want to marry Mas jafar?" salwa asked suddenly.

Alma looked straight at the road and replied, "Yes."

"Sister Alma is not ashamed to have .. it's su .. ami the-"

Alma smiled blankly. Then immediately refuted Salwa's words. "The mute husband?" said it.

"Yes that. Is your sister embarrassed?"

So many people question this. Not even more so like Salsa and senior pesantren-who blatantly refuse to marry a speechless. To feel ashamed is natural. But for Alma to have a husband like Jafar is not always pegged to less, of course he is sure that Jafar has advantages that he should be proud of. Even though he doesn't know what it is.

"Sister Alma?"

Salwa's voice reclines from the reverie. Then he said, "What age are you now, Sal?"

"Fourteen years, Brother."

Inexactly. It turned out to be fourteen years.

Salwa shook her head immediately. "No, Brother! If I'm dating a friend, I can be in the same pites Umma, Abah, same Grandpa also."

"Keep ..if one day you're twenty-two years old, and suddenly your mother chooses the man she feels is right for you. How will you react?" ask Alma.

Both footsteps sluggish. Salwa was silent for a moment as the view of the rice fields appeared in the eyes. Then he said, "I must have refused, Brother."

Alma turned her head for a moment with her left eyebrow raised. "Reason?"

"There's no such thing as a matchmaking line marriage anymore. This is not the time of Siti Nurbaya who must be betrothed that way," replied Salwa.

Alma nodded. "So, I agree with your opinion. But---"

"But what, brother?"

"But if that's the trust of your dead mother how?" ask Alma.

Salwa who had been staring straight turned down for a moment. Then there was a breath, the journey taken was only half way - perhaps Salwa was tired.

"Cappies, Sal?"

Salwa. "No, Brother."

There's silence. He thought Salwa might not answer. This teenage girl would never be able to wander off before she actually felt.

Suddenly Salwa cleared her throat as she passed the house of the people. "If .. trustah. I might think again, Brother," replied Salwa.

"What do you think, Sal?"

Salwa's right hand fixed her hood which was slightly snapped due to the gust of wind. "I'll see how the man used to be. Starting from his nature, behavior, his family and everything."

"Keep that everything falls into the good category. You're not going to accept?"

Three seconds later Salwa replied, "Receive."

"And if it turns out that the man you're betrothed to has one flaw. How are you going?"

From beside Alma saw Salwa's forehead shriveling. "Thank you, brother! Because no one is perfect."

Alma nodded. "That was my answer to your question."

Spontaneous Salwa look. "Huh? How, Brother? I don't understand."

"What doesn't understand, Sal? Did you ask what you were trying to do to Brother?" alma said with slow footsteps as she entered the orphanage.

His arm was suddenly touched by Salwa, so he was forced to stop. "What, Sal?" said Alma.

"What does Big Brother mean, huh?! I'll drag, obviously dong Kak don't keep going," cerocos Salwa.

"Your question. Are you ashamed of having a mute husband? Naw. I said no, Sal. Like you said, because no one is completely perfect" said Alma.

...🌺...

Bakda Magrib many humans passing in the field. It looks very busy. Alma helped Salsa put medium-sized bracelets in the basket. Then turn to the pesantren senior booth to help stare at some sweet snacks. And Salwa has been with Umma Sarah ever since that time.

"Gue's gonna stop by here, ah! It must be delicious."

The sound of the rancid man-Lutfan who was pounding charm here and there endlessly threw a smile. "Can you, ukhti?" lutfan, again.

"Ask the same Ma'am. I don't take care of the food booth, I take care of the toy booth" Alma said and passed away leaving Lutfan.

And it's pretty certain Lutfan was blabbing indistinctly. While his decision to go to the kitchen was indeed - he felt thirsty. Perhaps in the kitchen he can make a refreshing iced tea. Even though it has entered the rainy season, fortunately tonight there is not a single drop of water from the sky that falls.

"Mak monggo" said a senior woman who passed by him about to leave the kitchen.

Alma smiling. "Yes, Mommy."

This kitchen is so quiet.

Brak!

Spontaneous Alma looked back, what did that fall. It turned out that plastic cups were splattered in the kitchen and someone was sitting on the ground - which he believed might have hit the wooden door of the kitchen.

"Bak here I ban .. tu," said Alma slightly restrained. When he saw the person who fell was Mardiyah.

"Oh God, Mar. Here slowly," continued Alma by crouching, helping to touch Mardiyah's back and hands.

Mardiyah jerked Alma's hand slowly. "Delivery."

Alma understands. So, soon again he crouched down to pick up some plastic cups after seeing Mardiyah sitting on a wooden chair.

"What do you want, Mar? I'm helping you, okay?"

Mardiyah. "No need to."

Alma took a long breath. Tired of serving the behavior of Mardiyah who is always face to face before him. Not even reluctant to refuse all the help given.

"Why the hell, Mar? You are why ketus? I can't relax, keep going. You're the-"

Mardiyah smiled blandly and refuted, "Sorry. I forgot, if soon you will be his son-in-law Umm Salamah. I'm supposed to be man-made in front of you, right?"

Mardiyah knows?

"A-i---"

Mardiyah refuted, "Married a mute man. Aren't you ashamed?"

Why should I be ashamed?

Alma's left eyebrow raised. Presumably this Mardiyah is hiding a love behind insults. "No."

"Oh. No? Obviously, anyway. Who wouldn't want to marry a man whose legacy-"

As soon as Alma refuted, "Stop twitching, Mar. I know you like Jafar, right? So, enough. Don't insult the person you like yourself."

Mardiyah let out a bland laugh. Then he looked at Alma who was still crouching and picked up some plastic cups. "If I like Jafar, what is your business, Alma?!"

"Nothing. So, my advice is to meet Ummi Salamah as soon as possible, maybe you can enter the candidate to be his son-in-law. And this marriage will be nullified--"

Mardiyah spontaneously stood up, pulled Alma to her feet and stopped taking the few remaining glasses. "Your advice will never work. Umm Salamah just wants to have a daughter-in-law like you, who has a heart and comes from a good family."

"So stop giving me advice, Alma!" mardiyah continued and passed away leaving the kitchen.

The pithy? Meaning ... Mardiyah child result .. zi-zina?