Almahyras
Section 44

"What do you want to ask me again, Mom? ... You ask ... I answer everything," said Alma.

Jafar again shifted his eyes. His hands started to write something. "Rest. Sleeps. I'm going out."

"Maos ..."

Alma looked up to see Jafar who was already standing about to leave the room. His right hand holds Jafar's wrist. "We're not done talking. I don't want you to go."

Jafar's hand was trying to take off that grip.

"Mas Jafar!---Agh, pe .. my route."

Alma's stomach cramps gave up all of a sudden. The grip of his hand on Jafar's auction just slipped away, this pain felt many times over. Limply. It feels like he can't move. Her net was closed, the small body leaning against the pillows resting on the left side of the bed.

Jafar touched Alma's hip, taking a closer look to make sure his wife was okay. The worried look was clearly implied in the netra Jafar, he sat back down and helped his wife to break down slowly.

"Mas, sa .. kit."

The door of the room suddenly opened, Jafar already knew it must be Umminya who somehow since when he had returned from the orphanage.

"elma ... Son, where's the pain?" ummi Salamah.

Tears flowed back through the tail of his eyes, with endless droplets. "Stomach .. pe.. rut Alma is sick, Ummi."

Umm Salamah looked at Jafar.

"Your wife is menstruating?"

Jafar nodded.

"Ummi asks you to help boil water. Keep putting it in the basin of love a little cold water, bring a clean cloth. Can you please, son?"

Jafar nodded again, and came out of the room carrying out what Umm Salamah had commanded. Three minutes passed Jafar had brought everything in full. And it looks Alma still grimacing in pain due to the pain in the stomach radiating down his body.

"Come, open the buttons first, son," said Ummi Salamah who was only replied by a weak coil from Alma.

Seeing Alma's continued refusal forced Jafar to return to action - he obeyed more of what Umm Salamah said by unbuttoning his wife's robe one by one.

"Udah. Enough, son," said Ummi Salamah when the button Alma robe open up under the stomach.

Ummi Salamah likens the robe used by Alma divided over it, to featuring a black tank top without a shirt interior. Jafar who saw it spontaneously lowered his gaze, several times he had indeed seen Alma with lingerie. But for him the situation is very different.

"Updid, Son. Istighfars."

The black tank top was in a slightly upward stance until the border of the maroon red bra was seen peering. Before putting a clean cloth in Alma's stomach, Ummi Salamah was silent for a moment to look at the stomach of her daughter-in-law who was without a navel, the hernia was clearly visible now.

"I'm sorry, son. Ummi compress first let the pain meningan."

Alma. After all Umm Salamah and Jafar have become his family no longer need any shame and are hidden.

"Sleep, Son. Sleeps. Let the pain go away."

Alma's netra slowly closed. Pain subsided. But he did not want to sleep, he just wanted to close the net-just feel a little pain attack. The compress was felt by him having been lifted from the stomach, and a blanket covered part of his body.

"Jafar, Ummi does not want to interfere. But why are you that old man with your wife? Alma's sick too, what's wrong with you?" ummi Salamah.

U-ummi listen?

Alma had no idea what Jafar had written. Again Ummi Salamah said, "Ummi does not know what the root of your problem is? But you have to suck, son. Alma this is your wife. Maybe you can't talk, maybe your words can't hurt him. Have you forgotten, son? Your writing could hurt your wife. Yes, Jafar."

He really did not know how Jafar reacted.

"Ummi out. Ummi wants to take this food to Mbok Isna. You don't have to come, you take care of your wife" said Umm Salamah.

At least Ummi did not know what Mas Jafar and I were fighting about.

Left side of the bed moving. Alma was sure Jafar was laying down beside her, a second later a soft rub was felt on her forehead, and a chewy object also touched.

He kissed my forehead?

...🌺...

Around ten o'clock, Alma's netra opened slowly - which rightly made him look directly at Jafar who was looking at him. A moment later he took a sitting position, and he realized his mane was straight, the veil he was using had been open for some time.

"I-I want to go to the bathroom" said Alma.

Jafar went down first-taking a position on the right side to help his wife stand up.

"Sa-yeah can be alone, Mas."

Reluctant to take off. But increasingly tightened the grip on his wife's shoulder, Jafar would never be able to give his wife a walk on her own.

"Updid. You just wait here."

Jafar nodded. About two minutes Alma was done with her activities in the bathroom. When he opened the door, it turned out that Jafar was still standing in the doorway waiting for him.

"It's ten o'clock. You're not going to the outlet?"

"Sleep."

Jafar's lips were read by Alma. He did not want to go back to sleep. He just wanted the question answered by Jafar.

"I don't want to sleep anymore. You go to the outlet. Sa-I'll rest in the room."

After sitting Alma by the bed. Jafar took pen and paper, and wrote. "I'm off. Outlets can be handled via online"

Alma shook her head slowly. "You once told Lutfan, duty is responsibility. But why are you suddenly inattentive now? I'm not pa-pa, the pain in my stomach has also subsided, really."

"You're stubborn. If suddenly your stomach hurts again, who will help you? Ummi is still out" Jafar wrote.

"I can do it without your help. As long as I'm near the bed, Mom. I'll be fine."

"I'm not thirsty."

"Drink."

The movement of Jafar's lips forced Alma to drink a few tablespoons. After that he put it back and looked at Jafar with the part of his net that was slightly swollen due to the crying earlier.

"We're not finished yet. You don't ask anymore?.. I'll actually answer everything."

"What do you want to eat? I'll make you something to eat" Jafar wrote.

Husband avoided. Alma knew it wasn't that easy for Jafar to forgive everything. He knew that the disappointment still lingered on Jafar, and perhaps .. by avoiding all questions would make Jafar's emotions subside.

"What you cook I eat" said Alma.

"I'll cook for a while" Jafar wrote.

Alma nodded.

Jafar has come out. And Alma remembered not having contacted Uncle Idrus about how unusual he was to visit the Shared Shop, because of the pain in his stomach that suddenly attacked.

Soon Alma picked up the device and searched for Uncle Idrus' contacts and clicked on the call button.

"Assalamualaikum, son."

Connected calls.

"Waalaikumussalam, Uncle. A-anu Uncle, Al-alma apologizes, Alma was promised to call at six o'clock it turns out Alma forgot."

There was the sound of light laughter from Uncle Idrus across. "It's okay, honey. So how? You can?"

"Alma can't be Uncle, Alma's stomach hurt. And Alma just woke up now. Alma did not intend to deny Uncle's request. Sorry Alma, Uncle."

"Uncle already said, otherwise you can't pa-pa, son. How are you doing now?"

Alma smiling. "Alhamdulillah Alma is fine, Uncle. Uhm ... Pa-Dad how are you?"

"A ... yeah?" There was a light laughter across. "A .. Yeah, fine, kid."

"Alhamdulillah."

"How was your marriage to Jafar, son?" ask Uncle Idrus.

"Good, Dad. Alma's marriage to Mas Jafar is good."

Uncle Idrus was silent across the street.

"A ... yeah? Is Idrus' father still there?" call Alma.

"Yes. I'm still here, son."

"Alma thought Dad was okay. Idrus' father wants to ask you what else?"

Uncle Idrus said, "Did Jafar treat you well?"

Alma was silent for a moment. Everyone seemed to question Jafar's behavior towards him. Whether all married people get questions like this, whether it's just him? Alma doesn't understand.

"Of course, Dad. Mas Jafar treated Alma well. Mas Jafar is now Alma's husband, and Mas Jafar is the best man Mary's mother chose" Alma replied.

The sound of the door opening. His husbands had come with trays filled with food and drink.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm glad to hear that. Are you happy too, son?" ask Uncle Idrus, again.

Jafar placed the tray on the gray table near the door. And Alma answered Uncle Idrus. "Of course, Dad. Alma is married. Alma was always happy for everything that Mary's mother chose."

Her net followed the direction of Jafar's approaching path to sit beside her.

"Where is your husband now, son? Work?"

Alma spontaneously shook her head. "Mas Jafar beside this Alma. He sends his regards to Dad."

"Yes already. I don't want to bother the newlyweds. Turn it off, son? Assalamualaikum."

Call disconnected. "Mosur."

"Porridge?"

Jafar nodded. And take the porridge on the tray and feed it to Alma.

"I can eat by myself, Mommy."

The gate has been laid. Alma took over the porridge in her husband's hands. "Thank you, Mom."

Jafar is seen writing in his notebook. "What did Uncle Idrus call you?"

"I forgot my Uncle asked me to Shop Together. But because my stomach hurts, I asked permission not to come first today," explained Alma.

"Why don't you talk to me?" write Jafar.

"I forgot, Mom." Alma bribed the porridge back into her mouth. "After all, we're not okay now. Is it worth all of a sudden that I ask permission to leave?"

"Simply, if I allow you. Because the one who asked you to come is Uncle Idrus. The notabenya is your connecting father," wrote Jafar.

"Keep what Mas thinks. I can pretend that everything is fine in front of Uncle? I can't, Mas. If I leave now, I don't want to." The third bribe was swallowed and a moment later he said again, "This misunderstanding really does not only hurt Mas. This misunderstanding hurt me too, Mom. What else does all the accusation lead to me all Mas."

"It's natural for you to feel disappointed or angry. If I put you in position now, I will also be angry, Mas. But are you aware? The point of view you see is only in front of yourself."

Alma put the porridge that only stayed half on the side table. "You don't want to open your eyes to look at it from another angle. You're not trying to understand me who .. you accuse me of that, Mas."

"You as my husband are angry to see me touched. Then you think, as the owner of my own body, I'm not angry at being touched like that?" connect Alma.