Almahyras
Section 45

"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, Mas?" connect Alma.

Alma saw Jafar unmoved not intending to write anything.

"I know you're angry, I know you're disappointed. I know and I know how you feel, Mom." Alma turned her gaze to the left, reluctant to look at Jafar and again said, "Suami and wife are the two people who participate in maintaining the integrity of the household."

"When you feel like you've lost faith in me. I'm trying my best to ask for your trust again. I know it's hard. But I am .. I beg you to try to trust me again."

Alma sighed softly, and looked back. "I don't want to be haunted by guilt. I have never betrayed you in the slightest by doing things beyond that limit with another man Mas."

"I was wrong."

Tears were back on her right cheek. "I admit it."

"What you said was true. I should've used the right veil and gown outside the room."

I heard a slow breath from Alma. "So things like that will never happen. This misunderstanding will not happen either."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

Alma looked over as she felt Jafar give the notebook to her. "Fighting is commonplace now or later, Alma. And an apology will always be heard back in my ear or yours."

There's a pause in that notebook. "I just need a little time to understand you. Can you when we're together not talk about that, Alma?"

Alma.

"Why, Mas? You don't want this problem solved quickly? When do you mean it until when?"

Alma rubbed the tip of her nose and said, "I can't accept your kindness at all, with our situation that is actually not okay."

"You make me, you help me go to the bathroom, you do this and that in front of me as if everything was all right. No, Mas. I can't. I can't make a show as if our relationship is good, I can't ... Mas."

"I didn't ask you to play a show. Just live our home life as it is" Jafar wrote.

Her husband will stay like this. And so, Alma chose to pause for a moment - ending this debate again. If it was the time Jafar asked for, Alma granted it.

Alma picked up the device beside the bed and opened Uncle Idrus' message, then showed it to Jafar.

"He asked me to go to Kedai Bersama, maybe to discuss about the store owned by Aunt Maryam that I have to take care of. Are you letting me?" tanya Alma-changing the topic of conversation.

Jafar turned the pages of the notebook and wrote. "If that's what your uncle's asking and you're agreeing. Accept. As long as you are not negligent with your duties as a wife."

"Thank you."

"Doctor Andira called me back, that the schedule of the operation was postponed Friday after the completion of Friday prayers. Because your operation included a minor operation," Jafar wrote.

"Yes, that means I can focus on Shared Shops" replied Alma.

"Don't forget we have to help Ummi write the names of the people who should be present at our wedding" Jafar wrote.

Alma nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

Then he took the porridge back and devoured it. Do not forget to drink the water provided by Jafar earlier. For a moment he wanted to go down had used the veil, to return the bowl and glass, again Jafar forbade it.

"I'm healed. Undeterred. I just want to wash this" explained Alma.

Alma's wrist was released. Until he can go to the kitchen-sink to wash the bowl and glass earlier. After that he put it all on the plate rack. And take a seat in the kitchen chair.

"So I want ice cream. Nice times, huh?" muttered Alma.

Alma entered the room about to change the robe and hood, suddenly Jafar lifted his notebook, showing what was written. "Where do you want to go? Didn't I tell you, if you need something, I'll help you?"

"Buy necessities in the mini market" replied Alma.

I also want to buy ice cream.

"I'll buy everything. Just write it on the note," Jafar wrote.

Alma shook her head slowly. "No need. I don't want to take your drugs."

"If I offer, I am ready to be bothered" Jafar wrote.

Equally stubborn, will not be willing to give up. So Alma decided to go to the mini market together, he did not want small things to be a debate.

"I ordered a taxi online. Cak Yanto still nemenin Ummi, right?"

Jafar nodded in agreement.

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Entering the mini market Jafar knelt behind him. Alma looked around in the women's equipment section, then took a pemb*lut jumbo size and took a handbody, olive oil, and scrub, sometimes he looked at Jafar for a while continuously beside him.

"Don't you need anything to buy?"

Jafar pulled out his gawai and typed. "What is that much women's care?"

"depends. But I think it's still natural. Not too much." Alma walked towards the snack, looking one by one at which should he want to buy and taste. "Savory salty-salty snacks are delicious."

Alma looked again. "Do you need anything?"

Jafar.

Netra Alma caught the feathers over her husband's lips, the right hand raised touching Jafar's face for a moment. "Your mustache is a little thick. You don't want to buy a shaver?"

Jafar nodded.

"That means what? Huh yeah?"

Jafar nodded again.

"You try to choose a brand of shaver that you usually use," said Alma.

All the razor brands are in front of him. Jafar's hand picked up a brand he usually used. Then he looked at Alma and moved his lips. "It."

"Ehm .. a-anu, sa .. yes, buy it" said Alma convoluted.

Jafar typed in his gawai. "What's? Don't twist like that."

"I want ice cream" replied Alma.

Jafar was silent for a moment-and after thinking many times he typed. "There is no prohibition to drink something cold during menstruation. But your stomach just got better, better the other one."

Alma's face looked gloomy. Though he wanted ice cream to at least restore his mood that dropped earlier. His small steps went straight to the cashier and when he was about to spend money Jafar took over by paying everything.

"The money you gave me is still intact. How do you run out, if you pay for my stuff?" alma said as Jafar opened the mini market door for her.

Alma was about to order another taxi online. Netraya catch juice sellers in front of the mini market. "I want some juice. I'll buy some juice first."

Jafar nodded in agreement.

"Buy watermelon juice one, sir." Alma looked at Jafar who was sitting next to him. "You what? Ummi likes what?"

Jafar typing. "Acavat and carrots."

"The same avocado one, carrot one, sir."

The kling!

The string in Alma's hand rang.

A salwa?

Salves

Brother Alma same Mas Jafar where?

He said Auntie, Brother was sick, and now suddenly says?

^^^Again shopping.^^^

"Mas, Salwa looks like she's home."

Jafar's forehead shriveled.

"The habit of the child if the holiday can not stay at home. Just bother Aunt Sulis" Jafar wrote.

"Belvin. His name is also a teenager, he wants to go for a walk." Alma looked at the seller while the juice was in process. Then look at Jafar again and ask, "What kind of juice does it like?"

Jafar's hand pointed at the avocado's writing.

"Add one more avocado, sir."

All the juice has been completed and this time it pays using the money. Online taxis have arrived, now just waiting for a while to get home.

"Thank you, sir," said Alma with a bill of twenty thousand.

The welcome was not as usual - a quiet one. Salwa can be seen from a distance carving a smile with her loud voice she shouted, "Sister Alma! Ka ... Brother Alma and hello Mas Jafar!"

"Assalamualaik."

Salwa spontaneously closes her mouth. "Eh, I forgot! ." atalaikumussalam."

Jafar takes over the groceries-to put them in the room. Alma sat with Salwa in the guest room.

"That's juice. You like avocados, right?"

Salwa is girang with mangosteen. "Likes, Brother. Very thanks."

"Together."

Seen Jafar out of the hallway room, took the juice for him and Umm Salamah put it in the front refrigerator. Then he put a piece of paper on the table, then passed away.

"Write what Mas Jafar, Brother?"

Alma shook her head and picked up the piece of paper. "There is Salwa accompanying you. I'd like to go to the pesantren for a bit and check out two outlets just near here. If Salwa comes home you call me."

This worry really makes me comfortable being around you, Mas.

"It's nothing. By the way you're here why?"

Salwa leaned back with a gulp of her juice. "Actually nothing, just stay at home. Yes, it's here."

Salwa. "Ta .. pi is actually a-anu Kak. I'm gonna ask my brother."

Alma's forehead shriveled. "Ask what?"

Salwa approached sitting next to Alma, pulled out the device-tinkering for a moment and gave the device away.

"Read try, Brother."

Alma's smile does not stop expanding when she sees the contents of a message in which a teenage boy declares love for Salwa.

"What does this mean? What do you want to ask?"

Salwa is singing lips. "Sister Alma! Laugh at! Ngeselins. I seriously want to ask."

"Yes-yes. What do you want to ask?"

Again, Salwa cleared his throat. "Sister Alma got that message. What is Alma's response?"

"Yes .. not how. Naturally also still a teenager time likes." Alma looked at Salwa who was still busy with her juice. "Your own response to the message of love how do you?"

"Yes the same as Kak Alma, no way," replied Salwa with a straight look.

"It's a habit?"

Salwa nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"But you don't like him back?"

"Like! Or-busty. What did Kak Alma say?" Salwa stopped drinking her juice. "Like, huh? Yes if you like. I liked. People all my friends are good. I basically said I don't like it what? Is it, brother?"

Alma nodded. "How did you like it, huh?"

"Like as friends. Yes, I like it like Kak Alma likes to go to Mas Jafar. Different from that!" chirps Salwa.

Alma's hand raised rubbed the head of Salwa covered with a veil. "Gee! Could be you!"

"But, Brother Alma was once a teenager. If you get a message of love gini replied Brother how?"

Alma. He remembered that he had also received love messages like this from school friends and also his orphanage friends.

"Stay answered as you wish. If you are older brother, you refuse with the best understanding," said Alma.

Salwa put her half-living avocado juice on the table. "What's the best understanding, brother?"

"Yes you are Salwa, the reason you rejected him."

Salwa was silent and seen typing. While Alma took the juice while drinking it slowly waiting for Salwa to write what? If you think about it like this is indeed prone to feel like the opposite sex.

"What's this, brother?" Salwa handed her gawai. "Sorry, Yes. I can't get your feelings back."

Netra Alma widened. "Seriously this short?"

"Where was his first remark sorry. Not thanks or what? Which reason is it too?" connect Alma.

"Yes, I've changed, brother." Gawai in close proximity to Alma and Salwa re-typed. "Thank you for the little feeling you gave me, Za. Sorry. In the end your feelings will not be that easy I reply. You certainly know what the reason is. I can't be in a relationship with a man other than marriage. Again, sorry. We're gonna be friends, Za."

"Too formal, brother?" salwa.

Alma. "Not really. Ta .. pi somehow Brother feels you are typing this with heart. You like her?"

"What the hell, brother!"

A single smile was imprinted on Alma's face. "There is no harm in you feeling like and interested in the opposite sex. That's a sign you're normal, Salwa. No one in the world can control that kind of taste."

"Originally you know the limits, Sal."

Alma's three-second pause again said, "And also, you've been horrified that women and men can't be friends."

Salwa nodded.

"Actually that understanding is not really one hundred percent. Pi. But still aja witing tresno jalaran soko kulino. If you get used to it and keep doing nothing with him, right? More interest will be present, whether in you or not in him," explained Alma.

Salwa. "How should I continue to do, sister?"

"Give her some distance between you and her. Not that you cut off your friendship with him, no. That's not. If you meet, greet, if there is anything you will tell, but do not need to be as close as before."

Salwa nodded. "If in ... he suddenly felt I was strange or changed how, brother?"

"Not how. You gave her an explanation. He must understand."

Salwa took and exhaled many times - and took her juice back, then she laughed lightly. "This is how it feels to be Kiai Bashir's granddaughter."

"Lho if you want to be able to go straight to date him," said Alma.

Spontaneous Salwa look. "Bu-not that you mean, brother! I mean, it feels like Kiai Bashir's granddaughter is always charming when I don't intend to spread charm."