Almahyras
Section 36

"Eh! On collecting! Assalamualaikum!"

Salwa's voice was loud enough at this time - she saw her cousin's brother gathered, then took a seat beside Lutfan.

"Mosur."

"Hayoooo on what chat? Rarely the face of Mas Lutfan a serious pretentious kayak gini," said Salwa.

Alma took a seat beside Jafar. Lutfan looked at Salwa with annoyance and said, "Little boy! Don't be so smart to know! Move all the way from me!"

"Ih! So sewot!" gerutu Salwa's.

Jafar only smiled faintly at the behavior of Lutfan and Salwa. While Alma said, "Lagian, what Salwa asked was true. Your face looks serious Lutfan."

Alma's view turned to Jafar. "Emang ... Are you talking about Lutfan?"

"Male secrecy." Lutfan suddenly stood up. "Mas, I'm saying goodbye. Umma's already the phone."

What is the secret of men? Alma really doesn't understand. Lutfan pampit, and Salwa as usual continue to judge Lutfan by tailing on the only child Umma Sarah's puppet.

"Ja .. at? Really a male secret? I can't know?"

Jafar nodded.

Alma shrugged both of her shoulders. Yes, if it is a secret. He stood about to leave, but his wrist was held by Jafar.

"What?"

"Sit down."

Jafar's lips are read. Alma sat down again. Her husband was typing on a device.

"What are you doing at the parlor?"  write Jafar.

"Yes that. The same stories Kirana, Inayah, Mardiyah."

Jafar nodded in understanding and typed. "Eat already?"

"Night not yet. I guess I'm not a laper."

Alma's right hand was pulled up by Jafar, whom she took to the kitchen. Thought Alma, is this husband going to cook?

"Why did you take me to the kitchen? Cook it?"

Jafar nodded by taking out the spices from the refrigerator. Then he followed his wife to sit in the kitchen chair and type something on the device.

"I want to make food for you."

"Well! What menu?"

Jafar smiled and typed again. "I plan to make two menus. But are you willing to eat it?"

"certain. Especially the one that cooks you." Alma's hand took out a knife that was lying down. "So ... what do I help you with?"

"You sit. Just look at this husband cooking" Jafar wrote.

Flowers seemed to bloom in his heart when he heard Jafar mention the word 'husband'- whichever in fact, has been mentioned several times. But still, he when he heard it could not feel mediocre.

"It turns out ... My husband was very dreamy," muttered Alma.

He was sure he was speaking very slowly. So why did Jafar who was cutting vegetables stop and type again?

"Don't praise me. I can hear it" Jafar wrote.

Alma let out her laugh. "I don't want to praise you, really."

Jafar did not heed Alma. His hands focused on cutting green mustard, then onion and onion. Then Jafar stood up to turn on the stove and started cooking, either Alma did not know what the menu was.

Alma was sitting back and forth but not in his chair, but in Jafar's chair. And just then, the screen of Jafar's device was live displaying regular message notifications.

At night, who sent the message? Operator?

Doesn't look like his name.

Notifications are visible again, this time from the messaging application which turned out to be from Lutfan.

Lutfan

If you need to block that girl's number.

And immediately take Alma to Ustadz Hasan.

Alma's forehead shriveled.

Who is Ustaz Hasan?

.... san?

Her father was that woman, right?

It really did not matter to Alma when Jafar asked her to visit the father of the woman. Moreover, his arrival can reinforce a new relationship which will be a clarity for Ustaz Hasan. Marriage for Alma was not something that was easy to decide, not to mention about Azizah's request as if there was no way out, other than marrying her husband.

Alma thinks it's wrong. It's even so wrong.

"Maos ..."

Jafar has finished cooking the first menu which is soy sauce noodles with green mustard, eggs and chicken milk. The smell is delicious.

"Have you?"

A smile was clearly imprinted on Jafar's face which was now walking towards him with his first meal.

"Try."

Alma nodded small. Since marrying Jafar, she has understood that paying attention to someone while talking to him is mandatory. He could easily read Jafar's lips.

"Nob."

"Definitely .... Abi kayak you. He must have been Ummi too."

Jafar was about to stand cooking the next menu. But Alma's arm held. "This is enough, Mom. Thanks though. You don't have to bother anymore."

"Why is your face like that?" jafar wrote in the notebook.

Both corners of Alma's lips lifted, she smiled and replied, "Why? I-I'm okay."

Jafar realized there was something different from Alma. The gawai that was located was right next to his wife. Azizah called again. And Lutfan has remained angry until now.

Why would Jafar hand over the device to her? Alma was confused, wanted to take it did not understand the meaning.

"Read."

Alma's forehead shriveled as Jafar's lips moved asking him to read something. "What's? What should I read?"

Alma slowly took over the device in the hands of her husband. A long message from Azizah was read in silence. There is really no wife who does not feel pain when she sees a message like this, especially the woman continues to carry her trust in-laws.

"Eighteen fifteen, this woman's message was sent. Wasn't it before you went to the mosque? And you ... are still the same me in the room."

Jafar nodded.

"If you are not intending to tell me at the beginning. It should be to the end I don't know, Mom." Alma put Jafar's device back on the table, her net raised to her husband's eyes and said, "Not everything is your privacy, I should know. After all, you knew that woman before compared to me."

"My privacy? It's not just my personal problem, Alma. He talked about marriage. And you are my wife" Jafar wrote in his post.

The seats that were previously opposite, now became side by side - Jafar changed the seats closer to Alma.

"Then how else? What kind of compassion would you give that woman?" Three seconds later, Alma said, "Wedding?"

Alma shook her head slowly. "Don't marry her."

"Actually, even if I talk about rights. I also have the right to forbid you to marry him." Several times Alma sighed, and stared straight at the hanging kitchen utensils. "But ... marry on the basis of such coercion ... are you willing?"

Alma did not see Jafar, he did not want to know Jafar nodded or shook his head.

"I don't know, you married me on the basis of coercion either or not."

Eve this kitchen is getting hotter, whether Alma does not know, the answer from Jafar is the one who is waiting for him. But to read the answer, he was really afraid not according to his wishes.

The next fifteen seconds heard the sound of the friction of the device and kitchen table. Jafar had typed in an answer that Alma believed might be quite long. "I'll never marry her. And there is no compulsion, as you think in this marriage, Alma. Do you feel doubtful? You think that I'd be that easy to beat you up?"

"I never thought of it that way, Mom. But to doubt? Aye." Yeah." Alma gave a small nod, and glimpsed at her husband. "He was ... Aziziah. The daughter of an ustadz, and I heard she was highly educated, earning herself. Even when I met her in person, I could see .. how beautiful she was."

"Then .. Which man wouldn't want to make her a wife, Mom?"

Eight seconds passed, Jafar again shifted his salary. "I."

In the note application Jafar gives a pause-under it he continues the writing. "Alma, what is it to find a husband that you also think about such things?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Jafar gave a small nod, his hand picked up the device and typed again. After that he shifted again, so that Alma could read what he wrote. "Well do I fall under the criteria you think?"

"No."

Pause of three seconds, Alma said, "You know, Mas. Man can only plan, all God determines."

" ... I did not complain in the slightest, because in the end my husband got more than I dreamed of" continued Alma.

Jafar typed the answer for about twenty-five seconds and gave it to Alma who was now staring at him. "I've been able to stop all my insecurities in front of women, it's all because of you, Alma."

In the note Jafar gave a pause. "Look, how did you make me the luckiest man on earth?"

There's another pause in that note. "The expression of love is nothing compared to acceptance, for a person who has flaws like me, Alma. Because you yourself also know how difficult it is for me to accept this deficiency myself. Then all of a sudden, do I have to force others to accept as well?"

"Of course not, right?" connect Jafar at the end of the note.

"Enough, Mum." Alma took back the noodle soup made by Jafar earlier, and devoured it slowly. "As Lutfan said, get me to meet Ustadz Hasan as soon as possible. So I can talk to him about this marriage."

A few seconds of silence, only a slow sound from Alma devouring food. While Jafar continued to address Alma.

"Lho .. why haven't you slept yet? Ummi thought he was sleeping. Kok deserted," said Ummi Salamah who had just come still wearing full-face clothes - but the hood had been removed.

Alma smiled knot. "It's Ummi, Alma again try Mas Jafar's cooking."

"Jafar Jafar you are exactly like your Abu. Ummi is grateful to have a son like you," said Ummi Salamah who is now hugging the child.

"Here, Alma." Umm Salamah asked Alma to come closer and also hugged her daughter-in-law tightly. "Ummi dear both times. Ummi really wishes you were happy with this marriage you're in."

"Mas Jafar with Alma also love Ummi," said Alma Lirih.

The hug of a few seconds came off, with the remains of tears dripping down the cheeks of Umm Salamah. "Ummi come in first, huh? Dozen eating. Ummi doesn't bother."

Alma went back to devouring his food and again Jafar continued to stare at him. "Where ... does it feel like you have a mother who is as good as Umm Salamah? He loves you, my dear."

No answer. Alma looked up at Jafar. "I asked why are you quiet? Don't look at me continue. You don't want to write something like that?"

After hearing that Jafar lowered his head to write down his answer. "Ummi is now your father-in-law. You alone can feel how much Ummi loves you too."

Alma smiled bitterly by stirring her mienya. "Yes too, huh? As easy as .. I can still understand how it feels to have in-laws. While ... you?"

"... Excuse me. You can't see me with Mom."

"Why are you apologizing? His destiny is like this" Jafar wrote.

"out of." The last straw had been chewed, Alma gulped down the water available on the kitchen counter. After he finished looking at Jafar and said, "You want to know how Dad is with Mom?"

"Can."

The movement of Jafar's lips that read clearly, made Alma continue to say, "Father it .. fierce."

"If Mother .. meek. He was never angry. Even sometimes I wonder, how can a meek mother like that marry Dad? Was he forced, huh?" Alma let out a laugh with her left hand covering her mouth. "Saking ferociously, I don't dare to go anywhere with Dad."

"But .. there's one thing that amazes me about Dad."

"What?"

Seeing from Jafar's quick response, Alma knew like this her husband was really curious about her in-laws.

"Child time around age .. nine years. I never did it accidentally eavesdrop on her conversation with Mom. Yes I know it's not polite, but .. because of that I feel really lucky to have a Dad like him."

Jafar nodded and typed. "So what did you hear?"

"Dad said to Mother Gini, 'To be a Wife and Mother is really not easy. But you did it as if without a loophole, you served me and took good care of Alma. And if one day, one of us goes or I go first, I'm sure you'll take good care of our child. Never forget also, every morning replace me to kiss his forehead.' That's about it, I'm a little vague in his frenzy."

Netra Alma suddenly glazed over. "I know if you hear that, it feels like nothing special. But .. for a nine-year-old who one year later becomes an orphan it really means a lot."

" ... Haven't yet. It was the first time I ever heard Dad talking to you. And ... Dad's language is so soft when you talk to Mom."

Alma rubbed her face with both hands and stood-up to the sink to wash the former dishes and glasses. "Udah. The point is, Dad's a bad guy."

"I'm sure if you meet Dad will kayak ... What? The fierce and si ..." Alma paused confused as to what he wanted to continue, he chose to put the glasses and dishes on the shelf and turned to look at Jafar.

"Si ... formal?" Alma's laughter soared, she pulled Jafar to stand up and took her husband to the room. "End of you! If you talk about your writing, it is raw. Very similar to the Great Indonesian Dictionary, yes even though the remedial is a little."