Almahyras
Section 40

"Yes, come on, go! My whole life has been here for a long time" said Lutfan.

Alma laughed lightly when she saw Lutfan pursing her lips. Lutfan will always lose to Mardiyah, because the flat look of Mardiyah's face and spicy speech can make a child just Umm Sarah's wayang not warty.

"Morning the holiday prayer?"

Alma nodded. "Yes. You?"

"Either."

Mardiyah looked around the living room and said, "Where does it feel ... get married?"

"The same question at different times." Alma looked and smiled. "You why? Approaching your marriage to Lutfan there's a sense of doubt?"

Mardiyah.

"Continue?"

I heard Mardiyah breathing a long breath. "Then I change the statement."

"What?"

Mardiyah looked back at Alma and said, "Where does it feel to live alone with men?"

"Yes that. I can't explain. It's only been three days Mar" replied Alma.

Netra Mardiyah was closed and for a second she said softly, "What will it be ... Lutfan will treat me well?"

"What kind of statement is that, Mar? Even if Lutfan is chatty, spoiled and your age is far adrift with him. I believe he is kind, and very responsible," explained Alma.

Mardiyah simply nodded again, with the net still closed. While Alma circulated his gaze, looking around the house that looked quiet because Umm Salamah was out. When his gaze was about to look back at Mardiyah, a fairly loud motorbike exhaust sound was heard in front of the house.

Mbok Isna's?

"Assalamualaik."

At the same time Mardiyah and Alma answered, "Waalaikumussalam."

"Who's a guest, anyway?" Mbok Isna who was carrying some groceries immediately put it on the side table of the refrigerator. "What would Mardiyah drink?"

Netra Mardiyah open. "I'm not thirsty anymore, Mum. Thanks." Thanks."

That short?

"Later if thirsty, let me tell Mardiyah to take Mbok herself," added Alma.

Mbok Isna has entered the kitchen. While Mardiyah who was originally imprisoned now looked at him again, followed by a loud exhaust sound back from outside the house that came from the Dimas motorbike.

"The men are strange" said Mardiyah.

Alma's forehead shriveled. Mardiyah could indeed stare directly at Dimas because her seat was right facing the door. Alma turned her back to the door.

"What's so weird, Mar?" ask Alma.

With a flat Mardiyah said, "Getting her look at you is weird."

Weirdo?

It turns out that .. that doesn't feel like me.

"Be careful."

Alma nodded. "Yes, Mar."

Mardiyah suddenly stood with her bag on her left shoulder. "I'm going to the bathroom."

Alma just nodded.

The touch of a hand, and the strange gaze that Mardiyah meant greatly made Alma wonder. Actually he was eager to complain Mbok Isna's grandson to Jafar. But again he was afraid it was just prejudice, he was also afraid that it would be misunderstood Mbok Isna - who had worked for years at the Ummi Salamah residence.

"elma ... Son."

Netra Alma widened. Her parents-in-law came with things in her right and left hands. "A-ah Ummi? Ma-afs. Here Ummi Alma help."

Umm Salamah took a seat on the opposite gray sofa. "Why dream that? Ummi the calls from earlier were not horrified, huh?"

"I'm sorry, Ummi," said Alma.

From the direction of the hallway to the kitchen and bathroom-Mardiyah came with a faint smile approaching to Umm Salamah and kissed the back of her hand.

"Are you too, Mar?"

Mardiyah nodded and followed sitting next to Alma. "Yes, Ummi."

"Where is Jafar with Lutfan?"

Alma replied, "Sholat, Ummi."

"It just so happens .. here Mar, sit down deket Ummi."

Hearing that Mardiyah took a seat next to Ummi Salamah - her hands suddenly rubbed gently and then grasped. While one of Ummi Salamah's hands rubbed the top of his head covered with a veil.

"Ummi did not expect, soon you will be married Lutfan," said Ummi Salamah.

Mardiyah smiled.

"Your marriage to Lutfan, will be a matchless happiness for Ummi's sister, Mar." Umm Salamah sighed softly, her memory sinking into misery in the early days of the departure of her husband and also her sister's husband. With a smiling flash he again said, "Please take care of Lutfan, Mar. He's that ... 'emang is sometimes spoiled, and ngeselin, huh? But ... Ummi look at you guys this fits so well."

Ummi's speech was almost the same when he spoke to me in the orphanage dormitory.

"God willing, Ummi. Please pray for the marriage of Lutfan and Mardiyah, Ummi," replied Mardiyah.

Ummi Salamah's view turned to Alma. "Mrs ..."

"Yes, Ummi?"

"Until this moment, Ummi felt like he couldn't stop thanking her. Because you-"

Alma shook her head slowly and refuted, "Enough, Ummi. Why should I thank you continuously? This marriage is not just mercy or trust. This marriage is Alma's wish as well."

Because it turns out ... having people who can really accept me, it feels good, Ummi.

More people I married ....

Is the son, Ummi.

"God has truly replaced the two figures who disappeared from the lives of Jafar and Lutfan. You, and Mardiyah will be a new happiness and smile for both of them, son," said Ummi Salamah.

Mardiyah replied, "Aren't the ones who should be grateful are Mardiyah and Alma, Ummi? This marriage was arranged by Ummi and Umma, this marriage made Mardiyah and Alma have a full family. More so this family ... make Mardiyah feel the affection that Mardiyah never felt at all, Ummi."

Mar ...

No matter how painful your life may be, thank you for holding out so far.

"Thank you, Ummi" said Mardiyah.

Tears were flowing down the cheeks of Umm Salamah and Mardiyah. While his netra is glazed. Mardiyah's remarks strongly agreed, because the marriage she had with Jafar really made her have a full family again. I also feel the love of others again.

"As .. salamu'alaikum."

Netra Lutfan blinked many times and turned to look at Ummi Salamah, Mardiyah and also Alma.

"W-this is why? Blubbering? What's up, Auntie?" lutfan.

Umm Salamah and Mardiyah wiped away the tears.

"Female susan," answered Mardiyah flatly.

Alma and Umm Salamah spontaneously chuckled softly. And as usual followed by the ravings of Lutfan who did not accept the flat speech of Mardiyah.

"God, Lutfan. You go home there, Ummamu just called Auntie," said Umm Salamah.

...🌺...

"Realized .. really. Fits too," muttered Alma.

He wondered if it was okay to go out wearing this kind of clothing? Especially in front of Jafar? And ... how will her husband react? Because honestly he is quite sultry, not to mention it turns out this outfit is shorter than the sleepwear belonging to Ummi Salamah.

The spontaneous knocking of the door made Alma startled and looked up.

"Mas Jafar ..."

"Yes! Just a minute, I'm out!" alma said quite loudly.

Slowly Alma opened the bathroom door. He did not see Jafar, where did he go? Didn't you knock on the door?"

"ah! Astaghfirullah ... My mother!"

Jafar was standing near the closet which was quite far from Alma's view. "Ih! You really made me a hanger!"

Her husband simply smiled knotfully, and tailed sitting next to her with a gaze that did not switch in the slightest.

"W-what? See me like that?"

Jafar shook his head and took out his gawai.

"Suit," wrote Jafar.

"O-oh. Yes alhamdulillah. Means no wrong size, my sleep is also so comfortable."

Jafar nodded.

"You didn't want to go to the bathroom, did you? There .... Don't look at me continue."

Jafar.

"Yes, you have moved. I'm gonna take a nap."

When he was about to take a position to stretch himself, Jafar pulled his waist slowly. So that the lingerie which is above the knee is getting shorter featuring smooth thighs.

"Mas ... You really want to make me a hanger, huh?" Alma tucked her hair behind her ears and looked at Jafar again. "What's wrong? You need anything?"

Jafar shook his head, with a slight bow he typed. "I just want to look at you for a long time, can't I?"

"Yes-yes can. But then I'm tired."

I'm more embarrassed.

"Five minutes. Can you?" write Jafar.

Th-this really?

"Byeah" replied Alma.

The smile and gaze were increasingly focused on him, not even a bit switched, it was only a moment because Jafar turned on the five-minute timer on the device.

"Why are you asking or what?"

The problem is a little awkward, and I'm embarrassed Mas you look at it continuously like gini.

Jafar's gaze switched on the screen, and it slightly made Alma breathe a sigh of relief, and a few seconds passed Jafar approaching his device.

"I don't want to ask. I want something else" Jafar wrote.

Alma looked straight at Jafar and said, "The other one? Wh-what? A hug?"

"That's one of them. But before that, can I ask for anything else?" write Jafar.

"What?"

"Coup."

Alma's heart beats faster than usual. This is just writing, what if Jafar asks directly by talking? Even spontaneously he nodded, the netra who at the first meeting looked at him very sharply and the hand that at the first meeting grasped the wrist tightly. Suddenly, it changed, all the treatment softened.

Just when the net was closed, the meeting of the two chewy objects made his heart and Jafar also beat faster. The kiss turned deeper - when Alma accidentally opened his mouth, Jafar began to look into the oral cavity so gently he treated his wife.

A moment later the kiss came off, he continued down the neck of the Alma level. Jafar's right hand gently addressed the child's hair blocking him.

"Maos ..."

Jafar circled the neck of the Alma line with a bit of giving some without possession.

" ... Enough, Mas."

When one of Jafar's hands was raised about to touch the chewy mound, suddenly the timer he set sounded.

Alma's breath was wheezing, his face flushed red, embarrassed and also felt the heat in his body. While Jafar took the device and turned off the timer. Then he looked back at Alma who suddenly looked down.

"Sa-I'm gonna take a break for a while."

Alma stretched herself back to her husband. His heart was still not beating normally, as it felt the movement of the bed behind-followed by one heavy hand hugging his abdomen, as well as another hand infiltrating around his neck, instead of where he slept.

Jafar hugged her, from behind.

"If you have this, your hands will be tingling."

Alma felt Jafar shake.

"Your blood flow will stop, because it's on my head."

Ten seconds of no reaction, suddenly Jafar's device fell in front of him. Alma spontaneously took it, because she knew something must have been written by her husband.

"Then, change your sleeping position to face me, Alma," Jafar wrote.

With her heart still pounding, Alma changed her sleeping position to face Jafar.

"I'm ashamed."

When Alma looked up at Jafar, she saw clearly that her husband's face and ears were also flushed red.

"You ... are also ashamed?"

Alma's hand raised touched Jafar's left cheek. Then he chuckled and said, "Impas. I guess I'm embarrassed."

Jafar shook his head and smiled.

"Try typing something" said Alma slowly.

Jafar took his gawai and typed. "How am I not ashamed? Doing something like that was also a first for me."

Alma nodded. "Yes, yeah ..."

"You like her?" write Jafar.

"W-what?"

"Do you like my treatment like that?"

Spontaneous Alma lowered her head, after reading the writing that was in the note-to avoid Jafar's gaze. The cheeks that had started to lose their red hue, had now reappeared because of that question.

T-this is serious you ask gini, Mas?

"You don't like it?" write Jafar again, handing over his salary.

Spontan looked up at Jafar and shook his head.

"I like it."

Ah, Mouth! Shame ...

"Udah. You don't have to ask anymore. I-I want to go to sleep" continued Alma.

Note:

🚫 Scene above is only for those who are already in pairs-married.