Almahyras
Section 34

In the end, Jafar continued to borrow sleeping clothes to Umm Salamah. Alma felt to rest so early was not necessary until changing clothes-removing veil was enough. But how else? Jafar is stubborn.

The porridge has been exhausted Alma ravenously so even the tea has been brewed. Gawai Jafar who was next to the silent-mode nightstand suddenly turned on displaying notifications.

"Lutfan?"

Alma can at a glance read the contents of the message from Lutfan.

Lutfan

Mas, why didn't you tell me that the girl named Azizah came last night?

The bathroom door is open. As soon as Alma returned to his original position, and his gaze shifted to Jafar who had just come out with a towel on his right hand as well as the remaining water still dripping from his front hair.

"That's how I saw your phone live. There is something important" said Alma.

Jafar took his gawai, and a few seconds later the countenance changed - Alma was sure Jafar had read the message from Lutfan.

"You want to go out again?"

Jafar. Then put his gawai back and took a seat next to his wife. Jafar's hand swung the omen asking Alma to come closer.

"What?"

Netra left Jafar blinked many times, now Alma understood, Jafar asked him to blow so that the pain in the left of the net slightly subsided.

"Still sick?"

Jafar shook his head - leaning towards Alma, he opened a drawer beside the bed to pick up a notebook and a pen.

"Today is Friday together. I heard from Ummi you went to the pesantren, right?"

Alma smiled shyly. "Yes. Ummi said, he wants to recognize me to the pesantren people."

"If you feel a little good. How about we take care of the wedding files first?" write Jafar.

"At Lutfan?"

Netra Jafar widened that instant back again, suddenly he laughed.

"Why are you laughing? I asked seriously. It's between Lutfan, right?"

Jafar nodded and wrote a note to Alma. "It seems not to be now. Lutfan's busy. We can ask for Cak Yanto. You don't mind?"

"No. I wonder if you suddenly laugh. Why?"

Jafar just shook his head, then he stood up to pick up a black bag and pulled out some paper with a lot of color - which Alma saw from a distance like?

"Invitation? Whose wedding invitation?"

"Our wedding. I brought some choices. Which one do you like?" write Jafar.

The first white gold design looks very luxurious with flowers on each side, the second design, white gray that looks soft, some of the choices are not including the ones Alma wants. His right hand continued to shift a few feet, until the net captured a black design with a fairly bright gray.

It's choice. Appropriately.

"Is this good?"

"Good."

"You like it, don't you?"

"Like."

All the movements of Jafar's lips were read by Alma.

"You don't mind if our wedding's at the hotel? I promise according to your wishes the guests are only people we know as well as your extended family and me" Jafar wrote.

"That's a request?"

Jafar's forehead shriveled and wrote. "You mean?"

"That's your request?"

Jafar nodded and wrote. "It was actually Grandpa's request. But it could refer to Ummi's request as well. You mind?"

"No."

"So?"

"Yes, not pa-pa. I understand that's the request of your extended family" replied Alma.

The screen of Jafar's device came back to life, and unfortunately Jafar was not aware of it. Alma can see and read clearly which notification is from Lutfan again.

Lutfan

My business too, Mas.

Could he just refuse until now ask to marry? Crazy chick!

"Hmm .. by the way what busy e-emang Lutfan?" ask Alma.

Jafar remained oblivious to his flaming gawai to death - the man was just focused on looking at the invitation.

"Mrs ..."

But I think he's busy getting angry while talking to you, Jafar.

...🌺...

In the afternoon Alma went around the boarding school-his intention to come along Friday night, later tonight, but because the monthly guests who came suddenly Alma was afraid later could not withstand the pain of cramps in the stomach and troublesome people there.

This time he went around accompanied by Jafar alone, Salwa who had been with them, out of nowhere. It was after the Ashar prayer that Umm Salamah introduced her to the pesantren that she was Jafar's wife. It also announced the wedding reception that will take place next week at the hotel of choice Kiai Bashir.

"I used to teach here too."

Jafar brought his salary closer to Alma so that his wife could read what he had written.

"When is ... How old are you?"

"Twenty-one years."

Alma mangosteen. He thought the man who became his husband at this time was really great, he felt very lucky. Suddenly it crossed his mind whether .. The husband he saw in front of him was ever naughty? Or at least act like a teenager?

"You ever been naughty?"

A strange question according to Jafar, even when he heard it he frowned.

"Not really?"

"Either."

Netra Alma widened as if in disbelief of a stiff man who loved to speak formally what kind of delinquency had she done?

"What do you want to do?"

"I used to lie to Ummi and Abi, the money to pay for school, I used to play at the cafe."

After reading it spontaneously Alma stopped walking, and looked at Jafar in disbelief.

"Are you really doing that?"

Jafar nodded-and demanded Alma sit on the stone chair as the two passed the park.

"But in the end I was honest with him. And Abi punished me for cleaning the mosque and the boarding school for two whole months."

Alma smiled faintly. "Abi's punishment doesn't play games, does it? You're not a jerk?"

"Jera. Try you think fifteen-year-old child who just want to play around continues in the law suddenly so. Obviously a deterrent, right?"

Alma mangosteen by looking straight where santri and santriwati passing by looked at him with whispers and indistinct smiles.

"I guess .. I-don't sit here. A lot of people" Alma said.

Jafar looked around. Right, a lot of people. It stands pulling Alma to a place that is quite quiet - a garden with small leaves, close to the rice fields that are only bounded by wooden fences.

"It's delicious here. Comfortable. The view is good too." Alma cleared his throat for a moment by looking at Jafar he said, "Sa-I can ask about Abi?"

"Can."

Jafar's lips can be read from the side.

"Abi it ... How do you think? I want to know him. What ... kayak you? Or are you different from Abi? Continue ... How is Abi to Ummi? How did he educate you? How does he talk about it too? Th--"

His lips he closed with his left hand as he realized Jafar continued to stare at him. Too much talk, obviously definitely makes Jafar feel chatty.

"Sorry I talk a lot."

Jafar shook his head and smiled.

"I'll answer your one-on-one question" Jafar wrote.

"Alhamdulillah. Apparently, you don't protest my questions much."

Sitting both closer as Jafar shifted position, even his thighs and Alma stuck together. Afterwards Jafar typed the first answer for Alma.

"Abi is good. He is the father figure I longed for when I would educate children."

The kid?

Alma smiled a flashlight. All men when married must be very eager to have offspring - whether born a man or a woman, most importantly his wife can give offspring.

I believe you can be a good father, Jafar.

"As a Father, Abi educates you very well. Even if Abi is angry you still never consider his anger as a form of selfishness. Because in the end, parents sometimes anger for the good of their children too, right?"

Jafar nodded and typed again. "The sentence I spoke of earlier, of my own choice. Abi said this, 'If you feel that what you are doing is wrong, you should be willing to carry out the punishment if it is worth your actions. You are more a man, and the responsibility of a man is equal to self-worth.' What do you think he said was true? And am I willing to be a wise father like him in educating a child?"

Netra Alma was sparkling, she was very impressed with the way her in-laws solved the problems her son made. "Abi is really impressive, Jafar! And that was ... You asked what? ... Are you willing to be a wise father like him?"

Alma nodded quickly. "Can, Jafar. I'm sure you can."

The look on Jafar's face suddenly turned moody. Equipped with orange light that began to be seen decorating the ceiling of the afternoon, also collided with the breeze that swept the robe and veil used Alma. I don't know what Jafar was thinking, why did his happy look earlier when telling a story change instantly?

"Why are you?"

"Outside when we have children. Would she be ashamed to have a father who couldn't talk like me?" write Jafar.