Almahyras
Part II POV Jafar

Asshalaatu khairum minan

Asshalaatu khairum minan

Azan dawn reverberating. As usual I will pray in the pesantren Mosque and ... afterwards, I will write a letter to Alma-women why can I change my mind? Even willing to marry a mute and useless man like me.

The kling!

A message came in on my device. Who sent such a message at dawn? I saw the notification screen showing the name: Lutfan his handsome Umma. Astaghfirullah, could it be that for many years I did not change the name of the silly contact written by Lutfan himself?!

Lutfan Umma's

Assalamualaikum Gus Jafar

This is Mas's handsome guy

Umma order until later ba'da dawn told to the office

We also met Mas Kangen

Do you know how Mas Kangen is like me?

That's why we wait later at the home

^^^Waalaikumussalam^^^

^^^^^^^

I put the device back down and rushed to the pesantren Mosque. About thirty minutes of activities in the mosque was finished, then immediately I returned to the room put a letter for Alma in my pocket and immediately to the office of the orphanage in between by Cak Yanto.

"Why did you go to the house early in the morning?" ask her.

I wrote a note for him. "There's a Sunday show together, Cak's there."

"O God, yes. Cacak forgot, must be there rame. I'd like to take Icha to Malem later she must be cool."

I nodded and wrote a note. "Definitely Cak. Just take Icha there, it's gotta be her smile."

The car stopped in front of Aunt Sarah's office straight away. I was about to head to the doorway when I heard Aunt talking to someone and I vaguely seemed to know who she was.

I knocked on Aunt Sarah's office door quietly.

"Jafar yu--"

"O Allah, Gus Jafar!" Lutfan suddenly came and cut off Aunt Sarah's words. Not polite. He's a very grim. "Gus-gus until you remember Gus' handsome brother isn't?"

I looked at him flat and pursed my lips. "Forgot."

"This lutfan of you! Your masmu told me to go in first. Don't talk in front of that door, son!" Hearing a reprimand from Aunt Sarah could-may she grin is unclear.

"Fear here you come in, son," said Aunt Sarah.

Lutfan and I sat in a chair near the closet. Then not long before Lutfan sat down suddenly he waved his hand and smiled widely to ... The alma?

"This one often goes to Umma's office. Don't you think you're important, huh?" say him.

"Lutfan!" Aunt Sarah exclaimed with widened eyes looking at the child. Then he continued to say, "Don't take lo-lo or what it is. You are not in Jakarta or any other city. And also the woman you call lo-lo is Mas---"'s candidate"

Please Aunt ... don't need to be as clear as that Aunt talking.

Again Lutfan refuted the words of Aunt Sarah. "Prospective Mas? O Allah, so this is Gus Jafar's candidate? Ow hell! Umma why can Mas have a future wife I'm not told, anyway? When I first met him, Umma said Umma's foster son, not-"

If it were clear that you would be this good, Lutfan!

"Sorry Lutfan, you talk too much." This time Alma spoke and interrupted Lutfan's speech. What a funny look you have on your face, Lutfan, I really don't think I have a cousin like him.

Alma's eyes turned to Aunt Sarah and said, "Alma said goodbye, Umma. Because there are still many tasks that Alma has to complete."

"Assalamualaik."

Alma's gone. And this rancid man was babbling.

"Oath her?! Could he say his handsome Umma is a lot of talk? Oh, my God, I didn't think Umma was--"

Aunt Sarah hits Lutfan's arm softly. "You should be self-conscious, son. You are a lot of talk. Ummi can not imagine how your wife nanggepin you who fussy like gini!"

"Yet."

He whines like a baby. Even hanging on Aunt's arm, I didn't think a twenty-year-old man could be this pampered. How will Mardiyah deal with Lutfan? I'm sure he'll be made silent instantly by Mardiyah.

"Jafar you already know your duty, right? Same as last month. You, Lutfan and Banyu keep the coin booth with the toy booth next door."

I nodded and smiled.

"Yes, you can go. And as usual the coins are stored in the warehouse," continued Aunt Sarah.

Lutfan and I are gone. After picking up the coins in the warehouse, Lutfan and I got to the field as soon as possible. When I got there, Banyu was putting up .. I don't know the name, maybe it's some kind of tent to cover the rain. The ornamental part of the decoration is indeed handed over to Banyu.

"Gus, how are you?" ask Banyu.

I nodded, writing something on the paper to reply. "good. You how? Is there a wife?"

Maybe Lutfan came to read because suddenly the man was laughing. "Don't make a wife, Mas. He's got a shy girl. That's Salsa, Nyu. You're the types, right?"

Banyu threw the remaining papers at Lutfan. Maybe he reflexes, because there's Salsa from our two booths. "Hussst, Lutfan! Your mouth will be conditioned."

"I really do, Nyu. He is the type of calm, a little cheerful not shy like lo, gas lah. Who wouldn't want to be with his son Mr. Cipto, not to mention Brother lo it's ustadzah di-"

Lutfan's mouth smothered by Banyu. It really seems like Banyu is fed up of hearing this rancid child's babble. I can be honest, I am also sick.

I wrote another note for Lutfan and Banyu. "Already! Let's work. There was a meal in the hall, right?"

Lutfan and Banyu are back. I walked towards the little girl enjoying the lollipop. Then I wrote something in the book to read. "Can I ask for help?"

The little boy nodded. "Pesantren's gus, huh?"

I nodded.

"God, Gus. What do you want to ask for help?"

I took out a letter to Alma from her pants pocket. Then write another note for this little boy. "Please give this to the Mothers who are sitting there."

"On the edge of that field?" ask her.

I nodded, then wrote again. "Yes, who is alone. Her name is Madam Alma."

"Yes already. Where's the letter, Gus?"

I handed him a letter. And the little boy ran, and I wanted to say thank you.

...🌺...

The clock shows at 06.20 WIB. I have decided that the letter will be received by Alma without getting a reply back. But I was wrong, Alma replied. The little boy I told brought the letter back again, with a letter of reply from Alma.

"Hayooooo, what is Mas?" lutfan Goda.

I really don't think. When did this boy come in front of me?

"From Ukhti Alma huh, Mas?" ask Lutfan, again.

I looked at Lutfan flatly. Then shaking his hand told him to leave, I hope he understands and doesn't babble much.

"Mas!" lutfan, again.

I took a pen and wrote a note for Lutfan. Then after that, I tore the note paper and placed it on the dining table of the hall.

"Don't say much Lutfan," read Lutfan while reading the note I wrote. This time his eyes widened, perhaps he felt extremely humiliated.

"Astagfirullah Mas! Sampean is no different from the ukhti-ukhti, like a handsome guy nistain! I swear to you that Mas, your sister is really not finished thinking the same you two, uwis it fits you both. Cepet until marriage ukhti--"

His words stopped as I hit him in the arm slowly. I never thought I would have a male cousin who loves to talk non-stop. This lutfan is no different from Salwa, both like to ask this and that.

"Let's get some water in the pantry, Lutfan. Afraid of waiting for Banyu," I wrote and gave it to Lutfan.

"Yes-yes, Mas!"

Lutfan and I walked into the kitchen. It just so happened that the little boy gave up the letter in front of the dining hall with the men. So, not far enough distance now with the intended kitchen.

I wrote a note to Lutfan. "You take. Wait here."

"At the basin, huh Mas?"

I nodded in agreement. As I was about to sit on the chair near the table, my forehead shriveled to find a bushel - which was usually used to send food - there.

Did Alma forget?

"Yok, Mum! Ready for the basin there is already water," said Lutfan.

The blue basin was tightly held by Lutfan. I saw a plaid napkin on the plate shelf, maybe it takes me better to bring it.

Brak!

Lutfan hit someone. Fuck up! Can't be careful. And it takes time.

"Sorry ... By Allah, ukhti. I didn't accidentally, I was shocked, I-I-"

Ukhti's? What was hit by that Alma?

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

Is correct. That's her voice.

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

Alma looks angry. I actually strongly agree that Lutfan is sometimes careless. I narrowed my eyes as Lutfan shook his head and focused on one point, obviously I followed where he was staring.

Firakirullah, Lutfan!

"Closure of eyes--"

Spontaneously I threw a plaid napkin in my hand at Lutfan's face. This is not ungodly, Lutfan alone is difficult to keep his eyes on!

"Jafar?"

I nodded and shook my hand. My hope is that he realizes that he must get out of here and change his already soaked clothes.

"But I want to nganter--"

I shake my hand again. Does he really not understand that I am here? Let me drive for Ummi.

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

This kid can't just shut up! I quickly closed his mouth with my hands.

"There I am."

Again I hope he understands the movement of these lips. I shook my hands again and moved my lips again. "Go."

Alma left the kitchen. And Lutfan took the napkin off his face. "Mas' Oath. I didn't mean it, and I didn't see anything."

I took a pen and wrote a note for Lutfan. "Istighfar spit!"

"Astaghfirullah. It's already."

Lutfan to the sink again to get water. "Yok, Mum! I was the one who came out, and I hit again, filled again. Tired of it."

I took the bushel and got out, followed by Lutfan behind me. When he reached the dining hall with the men, Lutfan was called by Ummi. He said Grandpa, Aunt Sulis, Salwa and his two younger siblings, Putra Putri were in boarding school.

"Wouldn't you go there?"

I nodded.

"Yes already. If that's so not to take between first ride the motor let's spit. Okay?"

Again, I nodded.

About fifteen minutes. I finally arrived at the boarding house. As usual I was greeted by Salwa who was full of questions.

"Mas-mas, good news, right? Keep saying Bibi Mas has a wife candidate huh? Cieeeee."

I disregarded it.

I drew closer to Grandpa, then kissed the back of his hand and I got a gentle swab of the head.

"Alhamdulillah. Grandpa's granddaughter is healthy. Did you eat already?"

I nodded. Actually not yet but had tasted a little cuisine in the dining hall together, so I assume it has been.

"Lho's? Rantang food?"

I wrote something to answer Ummi's question. "Maybe Alma forgot, Ummi. Please Ummi maklumi."

After reading it, Ummi smiled indistinctly. I did not write wrong? Why is Ummi like this?

"Yes-iya Ummi maklumi."

Salwa suddenly sat down next to me. "The candidate is beautiful? The Ustadzah? Or what? People here or .. city people? His name is also in vain"

Aunt Sulis refuted, "If you ask it one by one dong, Nduk!"

I wrote a note to Salwa. "She's beautiful. Because she's a girl. Her name is Alma."

"Dot! Auntie Mas said his future wife was beautiful. Well, God wants nik--"

"What's? Marriage?! You are not a child already thinking of marriage. Istighfar you!" Again Aunt Sulis refuted her son.

I was ready to go to the room. Just want to rest yourself for a moment.

Remembering Salwa. Naturally she is a woman, too much imagining and watching romantic movies cause her to want to get married quickly. Marriage is not about sleeping together, eating together and others together. In married life so much to live, because putting two heads together in one roof is not as easy as imagined.

There will certainly be so much; disappointed, angry, upset and sad. Because again in marriage is not always okay. As people say, quarrels are marital seasonings.

I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the letter Alma had given me.

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)

Why should I be ashamed, Alma? Your question is very unclear.

I'm mute.

And the shortcomings that I have, can be seen by people clearly. Is it not appropriate, then, that I ask that you be ashamed?

Since the annulment of the marriage to Ustaz Hasan's daughter I no longer wish more to someone. Whether this matchmaking is about trust or not, obviously you have rejected me.

I will wait seven months. Are you going to change your mind? Or just keep having a useless husband like me.

...🌺...

I didn't know Alma had been home this morning. Ummi said, Grandpa wants to see Alma. Time passed so quickly, now it has entered magrib time, azan was already reverberating.

"Assalamualaikum, Aunt Salamah."

Just coming out the door I saw Lutfan coming in, and kissing the back of Ummi's hand.

"Vaalaikumussalam, Lutfan. You want to pick up your Mas, huh?"

Lutfan smiles. "Yes, Bi."

"Auntie's going to the parlour too, right?"

Ummi nods. "Yes, this is leaving now. You guys go straight to the mosque first, right? Pray first."

Me and Lutfan went to the Mosque, to pray magrib we congregate in the boarding school. Then after that, we immediately went to the orphanage. When he arrived at the field, so many people were busy with their duties. I chose to sit in the chair that was provided in the coin booth.

"Guss."

I frowned. Since when is Banyu in front of me?

"Can you sit down, Gus?"

I nodded-the seat on the empty side, after all the other children were still busy with their duties as well.

"Is there a plan to get married?"

I nodded, writing a reply to Banyu. "There must be, Nyu. But not anytime soon."

"Say, Gus wants to marry a orphanage child, huh?"

My eyes widen. What the fuck?! How can it spread quickly? I wrote a reply note to Banyu. "Who said it?"

"People, Gus."

He's cleared his throat. "Actually .. earlier some people heard that in front of the kitchen of the home there was a fight."

A fight? I reply to Banyu. "Who's fighting?"

"Say, Gus' future wife."

The alma? This is really not funny. What did he fight for and with whom?

"Whose name, Nyu? Just because of what?" write me.

Again he cleared his throat. "Mardiyah. Said---"

"Hey-hey, what's the matter with gini whispers?" Lutfan suddenly came and refuted. He's really disrespectful!

He sat crouched down in front of me and held my thigh and said, "Monggo. I want to listen."

"Btw, I heard you mention Mardiyah, Nyu. Why?"

Banyu glanced at me, then turned to look at Lutfan. "He had a fight, Lut."

"Huh?" Spontaneous Lutfan stand. "Who's the guy?"

"I-that's what his future wife Gus said. I don't know her name is Lut."

Lutfan looked at me. "The Ukhti, Mas? Why are they fighting, anyway?! I want to go to-"

I held Lutfan's arm.

"I'd like to see Mardiyah, Mas."

"Lut, are you nothing? Why do you want to see Mardiyah?" sahut Banyu's.

Lutfan smiled obliquely. "Why? Can't do? Just so you know Mardiyah was an ist--" candidate"

Spontaneously I hit Lutfan's back. He can't talk about something that's still a plan. I know Mardiyah is his future wife. But marriage has not been established, so it is good that not many people know.

"Candidate ...?"

Lutfan. "Calon .. the next caretaker I mean."

"Feelings aret--"

"Udah, Nyu. Already! Don't bash lo! I'm going to Umma's office! Assalamualaikum."

Lutfan gone. And Banyu also said goodbye. I really don't understand Alma fighting with Mardiyah for what reason?

I took the device in my pants pocket. Then find Ummi's contact and send him a message.

^^^Ummi where?^^^

About five seconds Ummi replied to my message.

Ummis

Where are you?

Oh, my God, Ummi! I asked Ummy where? Suddenly he asked me where? It's really confusing.

^^^Jalan to Masjid^^

Ummis

Don't go there first

You go to the men's library

Ummi wants to talk

Significant

Quick

^^^Yes, Ummi^^

What does he want to talk about? I have to be as fast as it comes. I turned back and forth to the reading place.

"Jafar! Here, Son. Shucks!"

That's Ummi's voice. He pulled me into the library. "Sit down, son."

I sat in accordance with his request.

"Jafar, do you want to marry Alma?"

I'm speechless. This question Ummi was supposed to show Alma, not Jafar. Because again Ummi forgets, if the one who has everything less, the son of Ummi is not Alma.

I wrote a note for him. "Ummi already knew what Jafar would answer."

"You will" said Ummi.

Again, I wrote a note. "On condition that he will too."

"He wants it if you want it, son." Ummi is approaching. I started sitting opposite each other, he rubbed my right cheek. "Navad ... Ummi wants you to come back to believe that there are still women who want to marry you."

" ... without caring about your flaws or anything."

I looked into his own eyes. "Because this marriage is not about the trust of Alma's parents alone. This marriage is also your Abi's dream."

Ummi's eyes glazed over. He heard me sigh once in a while and rubbed my black hair. "Your servant said he wanted his son to marry the best woman of Ummi's choice. He is sure, Ummi can find a soul mate for you. It does not have to be the daughter of an ustaz, it does not have to be a graduate of pesantren, and it does not have to be highly educated."

"Maybe .. for now Alma has not fully accepted you. But Ummi is sure that you will eventually be happy together, and when you have children, Alma will educate your children well."

Now Ummi was smiling knots and my hands were raised removing the remains of his tears. "You can trust enough that she can be a good wife and mother, son."

"So .. someday if Ummi goes--"

I'm shaking. Stop Ummi, don't say something very unheard Jafar.

"Ummi can trust you to Alma."

Ummi came closer and he seemed to be hugging me. Please, Ummi .. at least don't go first. Before I can truly accept that the certainty of a living human being is death.

Because really Ummi ... Jafar is afraid of being alone.

And this child .. doesn't want to lose a second time.

Note:

• first time Jafar and Alma did not enter. Because after receiving food from Alma, Jafar did not think anything about Alma.

• revision in part 4. Jafar didn't bring a small bag. But, his pen and notebook were in his pocket.

• the above events may include parts 3-13 in Jafar's viewpoint. Therefore much, his intention was willing to two or three. But afraid to disturb other parts. And next part yes part 14, POV Jafar later if Jafar's point of view is needed.

• if you read carefully, you can find spoilers for Salsa and Mardiyah stories again.

• according to Alodokter: The history of accidents, especially head trauma, can cause various side effects in accident victims, one of which is not able to speak or also called speech impairment or speech tuna. Please if any medical child reads, may tell me there may be a mistake.