Almahyras
Section 28 (2)

"You wait here. I loan it to Ummi" Jafar wrote.

Jafar has come out of the room.

Wh-what?

Why not focus on gini, anyway?

What did he say? Pi-borrow to Ummi?

Oh Allah ... where will I put my face?

Shaluu ...

Alma tried to get out of bed. But again fate failed, even betadine was dripping down and seeping in his socks. The door of the room opened, Jafar had returned carrying what he meant.

"Are you really borrowing it from Ummi?"

Jafar nodded and pursed his lips. "wear."

"You're out, I want to change here."

Jafar out. And Alma changed her clothes as soon as possible. Alma looked at himself from top to bottom.

So I have to take off the hood too dong? Keep these socks ... How do I take them off?

The sound of the door being knocked.

"Already! You can come in again" cried Alma.

Jafar came in, saw his wife sitting sideways on the bed. His sharp net saw the black socks still neatly attached to Alma's feet - with Jafar slowly crouching down, helping to open one by one his wife's socks.

"Thank you, sorry I'm a hassle."

Alma cancels Jafar's intention to return to the desk - where his laptop is still open.

"Sa-I want to talk to you about something important."

Jafar glanced at Alma.

"You sit down."

Jafar took a seat beside his wife.

"I ... I have to run the operation."

Jafar's forehead shriveled. He did not know what Alma meant. Jafar turned around, taking the pen and notebook lying on his back to sit.

"You sick?" jafar

"Bi-you can say ..."

"What operation?" write Jafar.

"My stomach is ..."

Jafar's hands spontaneously lifted, touching the body part in his wife's abdomen, and for a second Alma brushed him off for being completely shocked at Jafar's actions.

"Sorry. I didn't mean that."

"What's the lump in your stomach?" jafar wrote with a worried look at Alma. "Tumors?"

"No. I-this hernia. It's been there since I was born" Alma said.

Jafar stood up, locking the door so that no one would suddenly enter. Then he sat down next to Alma and wrote down a request. "I want to see."

Alma. "You don't have to look. I'm just asking you to izini me to run the operation."

"You know Alma, that ri'da from me you desperately need in running this operation. Then why don't you allow me as your husband to see?" write Jafar.

Jafar pulled his wife's arm, to face him. "Tempo?"

With a little bit of a bow Jafar returned to writing. "Why should I be ashamed? Though every thing that you have covered so far, it is right for me to see now. It can even be a reward for you."

"But Jaf---"

Alma's words were held back when Jafar's hand was about to pick up the knee-length nightgown.

"Wait a minute ..."

Jafar stop.

"You go back to the body first. I-I'll look at you."

As a husband-Jafar according, turned the body. While Alma pulled the blanket, then lifted the clothes to the stomach slightly up again, then pulled the blanket to cover the lower part of his body.

"Already."

Jafar turned around, and Alma lowered her head with one of her hands squeezing the blanket tightly. She was so ashamed, no one had ever seen her barely dressed like this.

Jafar's hands were seen approaching, probably about to touch a hernia that was slightly browned, shriveled, even slightly protruding.

"Don't be touched" said Alma.

It turned out that Jafar's hand was raised to cover Alma's clothes. The spontaneity made him look up. "Have-been?"

Jafar nodded.

He saw it that short?

Her husband was seen standing up, even heard sighing many times. I don't know, Alma did not know what Jafar was thinking, either feel bad for marrying a woman like him, either feel disappointed because of his dishonesty. All this confused Alma.

"I'm not that perfect in view, Jafar ..."

"This "lack I have is hidden. It even seems to fool anyone. Including, you."

Jafar sat back down, the gazes of the two clashing. Alma found it hard to talk again, and Jafar didn't know what he wanted to say.

"Ma-af I lied to you ..."

For a second Alma lowered her head that instant a large hand pulled her slender body in a warm embrace - Jafar hugged her. Even Alma felt her head buds being kissed several times.

"You angry?"

Alma did not feel any reaction from Jafar. He was really confused, wanting him to let go of the hug by pushing Jafar slowly. But failing, Jafar hugged him even more.

"How do I know? If you don't give me any answers. Release, Jafar. I-I want you to write anything, I don't want to be hugged like gini. Sa-me-"

The hug came off. Jafar's right and left hands were on the left and right sides of Alma's cheeks, several times his big hands wiped away his wife's tears that kept dripping.

"I have absolutely no intention of lying to you."

"Sa-I'm just not ready---"

" ... Just like you think about my situation."

"Sa-"

The meeting of lips that was quite brief landed softly, to the point of stopping the talk of this leader Alma. Instantly he fell silent, his nether looked at Jafar who had just kissed him, as if in disbelief, Alma's right hand raised to his lips.

"You ..."

Jafar demanded Alma sleep, slowly pulling the blanket over his wife's thigh. After Alma lay down, Jafar stood up, picked up his laptop and joined him on the bed with his lean-and laptop was on his lap.

Alma caught up with Jafar to sit leaning in as well. Upon seeing her husband it is seen typing-which Alma believes is possible for her.

"sorry. I think that's the only way, so you're quiet" Jafar wrote.