Almahyras
Section 15

...15: Discussion About The Mute (3) And The Unexpected News...

"Can. Ummi the intermediary" said Ummi Salamah.

Alma spontaneously looked embarrassed. Then handed the letter which he neatly wrapped in a white envelope to Umm Salamah.

"This, Ummi."

"So .. less than six months you will be married" said Ummi Salamah.

Alma nodded.

"Ummi's been talking to your aunt, son. He said Your father has a younger brother, who will be your guardian."

Brother Dad? ... About Firza?

"Yes, Ummi."

"You've read the letter from Auntie Bunga, right? ... So Ummi hope tomorrow we can go straight to the hospital."

Alma was silent when Umm Salamah again discussed it. Truly he tried to feel it was okay to hear the word hospital and surgery. But in fact, he still does not like and really does not want to hear it.

"You heard what Ummi said, son?" said Umm Salamah, again.

"God willing, Ummi" replied Alma.

As Ummi Salamah's conversation with him stopped, suddenly from the outside came a knock on the door. "Assalamualaikum, Ummi."

The salsa?

"Vaalaikumussalam. Oh, Salsa? Come on in here, kid!" said Umm Salamah welcome Salsa by standing on the tail by Alma behind. "Have the same business done with Ustadzah Aini?"

Salsa smile. "Congratulations, Ummi."

"Ehm ... Ummi, Alma same as Salsa want to leave to go home," said Alma.

Ummi Salamah nodded. "What are you going home for?"

"Ummi Road" replied Salsa.

Alma and Salsa have said goodbye. Although it was about to be asked by Ummi Salamah to be delivered by car, it was clear spontaneously Alma refused-again pesantren from the orphanage not too far away.

And just a few steps out of the pesantren, walking through the rice fields Salsa said, "Sorry, Ma'am."

"I'm sorry?"

Salsa nodded with a straight look ahead. "Yes, Mother. I'm sorry."

"You got nothing wrong about suddenly apologizing---"

Salsa refuted, "The one in the kitchen at the time. I'm talking about Mas Jafar, I don't know until his future wife Mas Jafar."

Alma just nodded.

Salsa looked up when she did not hear an answer from Alma in the slightest. "Sampean don't forgive me, Ma'am?"

"You're wrong, Sal."

Salsa's forehead shriveled not understanding Alma's intentions.

"You should apologize to Jafar ..."

Alma paused again-with a glance from the side staring at Salsa, she continued saying, "Because of my ... Jafar is a forgiving man."

"I just drop to the side Ma'am, until please until later if you are married," said Salsa.

Alma smiled. "God willing."

The conversation stopped for a moment. But when he was about to pass through a house of black residents Salsa again said, "Mak I can ask?"

"Can. Ask what?"

About five seconds Salsa said, "Sampean will not be ashamed if you have sua .. mi it .. kayak Mas Jafar?"

Same question from different people.

"God willing, not Sal."

Alma paused, sighing for a moment while again hearing the same question. Then he continued to say, "Sal ... Do you think every human deficiency looks shameful?"

"Ehm .. yes sometimes, Ma'am. But what seems obvious is that I sometimes feel ashamed" replied Salsa.

Alma nodded. "So what shortcomings do you have ... What does it look like?"

Salsa was silent, as if unable to answer the question. Or is he thinking about Alma's statement? Thinking about a lack of self?

"No need to talk about it again, Mother. I don't like statements that are just aduin," elak Salsa.

In fact, I also don't like the questions you ask, Salsa.

"At the end of the day Sal, we have our own shortcomings. Maybe the difference is hidden and some are clearly displayed," said Alma.

Is it hidden?

Salsa looks to nod.

"Don't ask any more questions about the other person's partner's shortcomings, Sal. You never know how sick someone you're asking."

Alma paused, seeing that he and Salsa were about to pass the last house. Then he said, "I hope you understand, Sal."

I feel fine, Sal. Because Jafar is not yet my husband ... I also feel fine, because I still have never felt the same pain as Jafar.

But later if Jafar and I were married ..I don't think I'd ever let anyone ask about it again.

The last house has Alma and Salsa passed by, and the gates of Al-Hikmah orphanage have been seen - they enter the courtyard of the parlour with equally silence. Salsa understood himself guilty and agreed with what Alma said.

"Sister Alma!"

Kirana's voice breaks the silence between Alma and Salsa. "Hi, Brother Salsa too!"

"Sister Alma was called Umma Sarah" Kirana said.

"So this Brother's been there, Na."

Alma said goodbye to going to the dorm. Actually, he could go straight to Umma Sarah, but because he was tired of walking far enough, he felt a little thirsty, and he felt that the dormitory was the right place to rest for a while.

Alma's foot, just one step into the room, suddenly the device in his left side pocket shook for a long time - a sign of an incoming call.

Aunt Maryam?

Alma clicked the green button. "Assalamualaikum, Auntie!"

"Vaalaikumussalam. Alma, this is Uncle Idrus. You ... How are you, son?"

Netra Alma widened, upon hearing the voice she so longed for - Uncle Idrus contacted her. Because since moving himself to the new orphanage Uncle Idrus rarely wanted to contact directly, he always asked his condition to Aunt Maryam.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm good. Uncle how's it going?" said Alma.

I heard a breath from across. "Uncle .. a little no good, son."

"Uncle sick?"

"Thank God, Uncle is healthy."

Alma painted a smile, grateful to still know the state of Uncle Idrus.

"Tomorrow we will return to Indonesia."

Alma was happy. Doesn't that mean that if you return to Indonesia, Bibi Maryam has recovered and improved? Praise be to Alma to the Creator.

"Alhamdulillah, Uncle! I'll be waiting for Uncle Bibi to visit the orphanage. Or else I'll go to rum---"

"Son, tomorrow Uncle's calling again, okay? Pray your Aunt. Assalamualaikum," refuted Uncle Idrus.

And in an instant the call was cut off unilaterally - even Alma had not had time to return the greetings had been turned off by Uncle Idrus.

Bizarrely.

Why did Uncle Idrus only speak a little to himself?

He was longing and wanted to talk a lot.

"Ah, yes! I was called Umma Sarah" muttered Alma.

As soon as Alma put the device on the table-died in the room. Then he went out to Umma Sarah's office. And when Alma had reached the doorstep flinching, his mind turned to Mardiyah, as if asking if Mardiyah would feel that she was taking Umma Sarah again?

"Assalamualaikum, Umma Sarah," said Alma, when he decided to enter, even though he was hesitant.

"Valaydarkam, Alma. You sit down, Umma wants to talk."

Alma stared straight at the netra Umma Sarah. "About the hospital, right Umma? ... Alma understood, and tomorrow God willing is ready to-"

"No" said Umma Sarah.

Alma's forehead shriveled. Could it be a problem with Mardiyah? "Then what do you want to talk about?"

"Tomorrow we go to your aunt's house" said Umma Sarah.

Just be spontaneous Alma smiled. "Umma told you about Auntie, huh? Because Uncle Idrus just called Alma, too. He said tomorrow he's coming home to-"

"It wasn't your aunt who gave the news, but your Uncle," Umm Sarah argued with a moment of bowing. Then he looked at Alma closely and said, "He said ..."

"Say what, Umma?" argue Alma.

"... Your aunt died, Alma," continued Umm Sarah.

Note:

*I sometimes forget that to make italic Alma's conscience and also sometimes also forget to have italic phone conversations other people. Sorry yes!

May you be more entertained and join in the story of Alma that is a little painful*:)