Almahyras
Section 27 (2)

"Stop babbling and eating, Lutfan," Jafar wrote.

Lutfan pursed his lips, feeling annoyed by Jafar's orders. Alma who saw it could only shake his head inexhaustibly.

"Based on the boy" said Mardiyah slowly.

"Well?" Lutfan laughed a little by taking a potato and said, "Gini-boys I've been planning to get married. The age comparison is not a problem, three years."

"Eating already. You're nagging Lutfan's mouth!"

Alma's speech makes Lutfan stroke the chest. Again, it will be drama.

"Mas! Your wife, you know, snapped me a--"

"The staff is chatty can not be silent," said Umma Sarah who just entered the dining room, then took a seat next to Mardiyah.

"Ish, Umma is like them" whined Lutfan.

The dining room is full of laughter. Lutfan did not stop constantly whining with want in a bribe by Umma Sarah. While Jafar could only shake his head, Alma gave a small smile, and Mardiyah just stared flatly at Lutfan.

Azan magrib reverberated to coincide with those who had finished eating. Lutfan and Jafar go to the pesantren mosque, while Umma Sarah, Mardiyah, Alma, and Umm Salamah pray together at home-exactly the home mosque.

"I'm going straight home" said Umma Sarah.

Ummi Salamah replied, "What is it?"

"There are people who want to see me, brother. So Lutfan came I went straight home, brother."

Soon Lutfan and Jafar arrived. And at that time also Umma Sarah, Mardiyah and Lutfan pamit. Umm Salamah had returned to her room, while Alma and Jafar were also in her room.

"Mrs ..."

Her husband, who was busy with a laptop at the desk, looked up, as if to answer, "What?"

"Can I ask you something?"

Jafar nodded.

"You ... what job? And ... where is it?"

Jafar catapulted his right hand into the air, and his index finger swung asking Alma to get closer. After his wife was standing right in front of him-Jafar shifted his seat, various chairs were long enough to sit together.

"I don't stand pa-pa."

Jafar shook his head and pursed his lips. "Sit down."

Having to endure the relentless beating of his heart, Alma sat down beside Jafar. Then Alma's net gaze switched on the laptop-screen where Jafar's hand also moved typing something.

"Usaha that Abi and Uncle run. Trust me, have you been there? Or have you heard?" write Jafar.

"I've heard recently, and know." Alma laughs-laughs at herself who once went everywhere. "So, I'm new here."

"Eh but! Said Mardiyah branch already in three cities, huh? ... Maybe I'm the only one who really rarely come out until the store Amanah aja that the food is delicious I do not know."

Jafar chuckled and re-typed something. "So you've never been there?"

"Not yet."

"Yes already, tomorrow you are the same Ummi come to the outlet huh? No need to go around, only one or two outlets, later I ask Cak Yanto to take you home first," Jafar wrote.

Netra Alma sparkles, rarely can he come out let alone around, even if only two outlets and probably will not be long. But for Alma it would be a lot of fun.

"You want to, don't you?" jafar wrote, again.

"You."

"Your knee is healed?"

"But it hurts?"

"No. The proof is that I can walk normally."

Jafar nodded in understanding. There was a silence of six seconds, until Jafar re-typed something. "Can I ask now?"

"Huh? Yeah-yes. Why do you use all permits? What do you want to ask?"

"For me permission is something that is needed before asking a question."

Alma nodded. "But I am your .. tri. So I don't think I need to use any permits."

"Your permission is needed."

"I want to ask, what kind of marriage do you want?" jafar continued in typing.

"This refers to a wedding?"

Jafar nodded.

"I want a proper wedding."

"What do you think it's like?"

"A simple wedding attended by people you and I know. I do not want a wedding that is too grand, crowded, and long. I like to be claustrophobic when most people."

"Then?"

Alma looked to coincide with Jafar also looked and it spontaneously made Alma rewind her body - which almost fell to the floor if only Jafar's hands did not move quickly to reach the waist.

"Be careful."

The movement of Jafar's lips was read again by Alma.

"Ma-af, I'm sloppy."

"Ja-so where did we talk?"

Jafar took off the embrace on Alma's waist and typed again. "So that marriage you think is worth it?"

"Yeah. I'm not asking you to grant. After the beginning of our meeting, you did not want and did not intend to marry me" explained Alma.

"Please explain to me, how can I marry a woman who blatantly insults me? Even the one who rejected me first was you, right?"

Alma's memory is spinning. His tongue was wrong, and Jafar was right.

"Ma-afs. I ... time i-it was just tired, in a hurry to get married continue."

"I accepted your apology through Ummi. But if I can ask, whether anyone will be the person you meet, have the same shortcomings or not with me. Please don't ever insult."

Alma nodded. "God willing. I'm really sorry about what I said at our first meeting."

"I've forgiven you. Humans should make mistakes. I asked you never to repeat that again. Because now, whatever you say and do, it will always be my responsibility" Jafar wrote.

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Note:

Sorry yesterday there were a lot of typos and mistakes. I understand the revision. astaghfirullah. But now the intention is to revise this Section 27 (2).