Almahyras
Section 39

"Thank you for understanding my wife."

There's a pause there. Jafar wrote again below. "And for you Azizah. I believe that soon there will be a good man who will make you his wife."

Both corners of Azizah's lips lifted, her left hand rubbed her cheeks slowly. "Thank you, Gus Jafar."

"D-and Madam Alma, I-I'm sorry, because---"

Alma. "You're just trying to make your parents happy, Azizah. I understand that."

It appears that Mardiyah is smiling, as well as Lutfan who suddenly said, "Ustadz, if there is nothing, and needs help from both of us God willing we will try to help. Ustadz was Abi's and Uncle's best friend, the kindness Ustadz gave us we will never forget."

Lutfan turned to Azizah. "Azizah, I apologize for my outrageous remarks earlier. And .. dutiful to parents does not have to be married to someone you don't want at all."

"More turns out that person, is married now," continued Lutfan.

Azizah nodded.

"Me and Mas Jafar and the extended family of Al-Hikmah, will be waiting for good news about your marriage, Azizah."

After saying that to Azizah, Lutfan brewed tea and snacks served-after by Alma, Mardiyah and Jafar. A few minutes passed Lutfan decided to say goodbye, when they were all about to go to be detained by Aunt Hasna for a moment, because he wanted to give a little gift to Umm Salamah and Umm Sarah.

"Then we say goodbye to Ustadz, Auntie, Azizah. Assalamualaikum."

"Mosur."

The black daihatsu car driven by Lutfan left the residence courtyard of Ustaz Hasan. This time Jafar sat side by side with Alma, while Mardiyah was in front, as if Lutfan knew that her cousin brother needed to talk to Alma.

"Mas, I'll drop you off at the boarding school, okay?"

"Yes" replied Alma who represented her husband.

It was seen Jafar was focusing on typing, and a few seconds passed sliding his body closer to Alma, then tilting his goal.

"Are you okay?"

Alma nods-takes over Jafar's device, and types there. "Why are you asking as if I've just been through a lot of pressure?"

Gawai had returned in Jafar's hands, not to mention that Alma suddenly displayed a laugh that he did not like. He asked seriously. Jafar's right hand typed immediately. "Don't laugh. I'm really worried. I'm afraid you're feeling pain over Aunt Hasna's words."

"He didn't do anything, Mas. Even if he accidentally uttered hurtful words. It's also because he doesn't know the real facts yet" explained Alma.

Lutfan suddenly said, "Lagian because of Azizah, he did not want to tell Aunt Hasna directly."

"You should not recite Azizah like that, Lutfan, either" said Alma.

Seen from the reflection of Mardiyah's rearview nodded.

"Not Nudu. But it is. I'm with that chick--"

Mardiyah refuted, "Enough. Nyentir focus. Don't be vague."

Lutfan was silent for a moment. Actually Alma wanted to hear Lutfan's explanation, but what Mardiyah said was really-Lutfan was focused on driving. The sun was starting to blister, the car air conditioner was set again by Lutfan, so that the temperature was getting colder. A few minutes passed high wake-up slowly disappeared changed with the houses and rice fields.

"Let me pray dzuhur in pesantren, Mas." Lutfan's view turned to Mardiyah for a moment. "Lo too, right?"

"You're talking to me?" ask Mardiyah.

Lutfan clucked in annoyance.

Then refocus driving. Five minutes passed the car entered the boarding school. Everything went down in front of the residence of Ummi Salamah, while Lutfan parked the car first.

"I go to the room first, Mar," said Alma.

It was a long journey for Alma. After actually reaching inside the room he immediately opened the veil he used, in a row lay down for a moment.

If in retrospect, Alma was more worried about Jafar, she was afraid if instead the words of Aunt Hasna hurt her husband. But lucky when he could not speak anymore, Lutfan represented what he wanted to say. His eyes closed, he inhaled the scent around the room that dominated the lavender flowers.

He feels calm.

Until suddenly a hand touched his forehead which spontaneously made his eyes open.

"Maos ..."

Jafar looked down-the-spare quite close to Alma's face that flushed out instantly.

"I'm sorry I'm tired. That's why lie down for a while," said Alma by taking a sitting position.

Jafar wrote down the answer in the notebook that was in his right hand. "You're okay, aren't you?"

"You are this ..." With a light laugh, Alma's hand was raised, touching Jafar's left cheek. And he said, "I can't believe I'm all right!"

"See. Your eyes are red, and like holding back tears. So now, explain how I should believe, Alma?" write Jafar.

Alma's gaze increasingly looked at her husband's netra-with a hand that gently rubbed the cheek. "It should be .. I asked, are you all right, Mom?"

"Did Aunt Hasna say something hurt you?"

Alma's swab crept down through her neck, and down again right on her husband's shoulder. He nodded and took a slow breath. "You feel better, Mom? After we meet with Ustadz Hasan and straighten things out?"

"It feels .. after meeting Azizah's father and mother. I-I want to repeat that question again."

Jafar's lips moved. "What?"

"Are you really not sorry ... or disappointed? Have a wife like me?"

Jafar.

Alma smiled faintly. "I became curious .. During these three days I became your wife. What are the things that make you like me?"

Jafar slightly lowered his head-butt the device out of his bag, then typed in a reply for Alma. "I like your embrace. Warm and comfortable."

Spontaneous alone Alma chuckled.

"That's it?"

Jafar shook his head and typed. "much. But that's the main one."

There was a silence for a few seconds. Alma's gaze became sad again, and she softly said, "Mas, are you sorry that the accident happened?"

"The accident .. made you lose so many of your dreams."

Alma's right hand was raised to rub her husband's right cheek. "About if the accident hadn't happened .. what would you now be like, huh?"

Even when you're a talker, there are still so many girls in boarding schools and in orphanages who like you.

What if you were so perfect?

I'm convinced.

I'll never meet you either, Mom.

Jafar rested his right hand on Alma's, then rubbed it slowly. Then with a down-and-down Alma's hand still rubbing her cheek, Jafar typed in an answer. "Never assume anything like that, Alma."

"Sorry" said Alma.

It turned out that Jafar was typing again. In the note app Jafar pause and type below it. "If you ask me I'm sorry, of course I'm sorry, Alma. As a man who could not bear to witness loss, suddenly I had to go through such bad times."

There's another pause there. "Sure it hurts. But this has all become a decree."

Jafar looked up for a moment staring at Alma. With a thin smile and increasingly sad gaze, Jafar lowered his head and clicked enter to re-type. "Over the last few years I have always complained about my destiny, Alma. You know because of what? Obviously, because of this one flaw of mine. I became a useless disabled man."

Alma shook her head strongly.

"However, this decree is not entirely sad and painful."

Jafar paused again in the note. "My marriage and yours, brought happiness back in my bleak life. You're willing to marry this mute man, Alma. You seem to be a real proof of the good I've been looking for all this time."

"You are this ... " Jafar wiped the tears flowing down the side of Alma's left cheek. With a faint smile Alma said softly, "You know? ..."

Alma leaned her body-close face to Jafar's left ear and whispered, "You also include tangible evidence of the most comfortable resting place that has been searching for all this time."

A second later Alma resuscitated her head on Jafar's shoulder - for the first time she did this. The smell of Jafar's body, warm body of her husband as if radiating to himself Alma.

"Your arms are warm too."

Jafar put down his dress, then pulled Alma's waist to get closer, so that the comfort will be felt by his wife.

"Unfortunately again."

Alma's sigh rang out on the side of Jafar's left ear, whose tiny hands also tightly hugged Jafar's back.

"I realized what you wrote yesterday."

Behind the warm embrace, Alma smiled faintly and said, "that the expression of love is nothing compared to acceptance."

"You're right, Mas. It turns out .. it feels accepted by someone it's like this."

The sudden, spontaneous knocking of the door made Alma separate the warm embrace - followed by a long, wide, high-pitched chatter by Lutfan.

"Why is this in the room? Please dong! Comeon, out. As a sister with all manners of courtesy gu-I already feel tired Mas, wait a few minutes Mas not out."

Alma stood up to pick up the veil she had placed on the bed. Then walk to the dresser-wearing her necklace until neat. And in that second Jafar opened the door.

"Alhamdulillah! Finally, out. Capek Mas I wait," said Lutfan.

Alma who had just come out, immediately took a seat beside Mardiyah.

"Ma-sorry, Mar. If you wait a long time."

Mardiyah nodded. "It's just relaxing."

Mardiyah's view turned to Lutfan who was about to take a seat as well. "Your mother has taken it out? So you go to the mosque and don't sit down again!"

With his pouting face Lutfan pulled Jafar's hand slowly. "Yes, come on, go! I've been here a long time."