Almahyras
Section 48

On Wednesday, exactly eight days Alma had assumed the status of a wife. Today too in fact, it was his schedule to do hernia surgery. But back Friday. He woke up earlier than Jafar, so he could clean himself, because his period was over.

Screaming of water that was quite loud in the bathroom, making Alma completely unaware if anyone knocked on the door many times. After he finished rinsing his mane, he was about to check, did anyone really knock on the door? On top of the bathroom drawer he took a medium towel, then wrapped it around his tiny body.

And Alma walked up to the door-opening a little and said, "Mas .. Have you woken up? You want to go to the bathroom?"

There's no reply.

For a second Alma wanted to close the door, suddenly just one hand held-pushing the door a little wide and entered. His net was wide, he was surprised not to play. After looking up and gnawing many times to make sure that in front of her now was Jafar, her husband. He can breathe a little.

"You're! Want to make me a heart?"

Jafar.

"Would you like a shower?"

Jafar nodded.

Netra Alma widened again, he just realized that Jafar did not use clothes. A body that is ideal and beautiful to be constantly looked at, spontaneously making Alma lowered her head. Even if Jafar's skin tends to be a little darker, why does it look more exotic like this? Alma was fascinated to see this.

"Yes - I took a shower there. I'm going to ..." Alma has turned around. But a hug from behind that suddenly made him peck. " ... outside."

Towels covered only the back and front of his body. His shoulders and neck were still open, the delicate yellow skin that was counter was suddenly touched gently on the hands. Small snaps were also felt on Alma's left shoulder. She's ashamed. Even accidentally elbowed slowly Jafar so that the hug and kiss was stopped.

"Mas ... sa .. I want out."

Again there was no reply, Jafar still hugged him, this time tighter, as if unwilling to let go.

"Mas Jafar .. You're horrifying me, aren't you?"

Jafar nodded.

"If that is so .. please take off Mas."

Slowly the embrace loosened. Jafar. And Alma quickly came out of the bathroom without looking at it one bit. His heart was not at all safe, racing continuously, because it felt the hot bathroom.

"Toooo Allah .." muttered Alma in haste, picking up the robe and going into the dressing room.

"OK on. Thankfully there is a veil here. Anyway I have to spit out before Mas Jafar comes out" Alma monologue.

With a flurry of Alma out of the dressing room. It's still three in the morning, but he doesn't want to know he wants to go out to the kitchen. The time Umm Salamah woke up, it would be better if he went there.

"Nnnn ..."

Umm Salamah's room door opened. "Lho Alma's? Son, what are you doing?"

"Nothing about Ummi. A-alma wants to talk like Ummi. Alma kangen" said Alma.

Umm Salamah suddenly laughed. "Kangens? You are weird. Every day I see Ummi, I'm!"

"Yes-yes not pa-pa, right? Her son-in-law misses hugging this." Alma approached embracing the hip of Ummi Salamah. "Can't do it, huh?"

"Hmmm, can-can. When did Ummi say it couldn't? Come on in, son."

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"Your mom's up, isn't she?"

That question is what Alma got when he just landed himself sitting on the edge of the bed Umm Salamah.

Spontaneous Alma nodded. "Yes Ummi, Mas Jafar is awake."

"Te ... rus?"

Alma stammered, "Te-continue? What is Ummi?"

"Not be." Ummi Salamah who just finished turning off the sleeping lights, approached Alma. "That's your hair wet, huh?"

"Yeah Ummi. Shampooed."

Ummi Salamah sighed softly and shook her head. "The hood is off first dong, son. Later the smell of your hair, continues usually make dizzy too."

Yes, said Ummi.

"Not to be ashamed of Ummi. Ummi understands."

Alma's forehead shriveled. What does Ummi understand? He felt he did not tell anything that Umm Salamah needed to understand. A little confused but he tried indifferently, by following the orders of Umm Salamah he opened the veil. So that the long black mane dries quickly.

"Ummi just realized .. it turns out your hair is really good."

"Emang Alma long hair gini not beautiful Ummi?" alma.

"Beauty, dong. Ummi's son-in-law's long short hair is pretty."

Praise after praise continued to get Alma, for a moment he wanted to open his mouth to reply to Ummi Salamah, suddenly heard the sound of knocking on the door. Think it might be Jafar? It can't be anyone else. Mbok Isna could not have come so early.

"Ummi is open. You are silent" said Umm Salamah.

Alma noticed who would be seen behind the door. Appropriately. Jafar, her husband stood there with a notebook picked up as if he had been preparing. So that when the door opens Umm Salamah can directly read.

Alma.

Borrow?

What do I think I'm?

"Can. Ummi's son-in-law is your wife. So go ahead" said Umm Salamah.

To Ummi Salamah's room was not the right decision. Because until anytime Umm Salamah will side with Jafar, and Alma again had to resist the shame to just meet face to face with Jafar. Sucks. She should have been in the kitchen, or else just hidden in the dressing room, which would have been safe without her husband knowing.

"Not standing?" Umm Salamah looked at him with indistinct smiles. "Do you want to be in a carrier with your Mas?"

Spontaneous Alma shook his head quickly. "Kok Ummi permits Alma on loan? Alma is the same as Ummi."

"Later to catch on again. This is how you need something, son."

With all compulsion Alma followed Jafar to the room. The man asked her to sit at the dresser, then took a towel and helped dry her mane.

"What are you doing, Mas? It's not necessary. It's half dry."

Jafar's hand stopped.

"Thank you, Mum. You don't have to bother."

Jafar put the towel on the dresser chair. Then standing beside Alma with a slight bow he wrote in the notebook. "Uncle Idrus sent another message. It seems like today I want to take a short vacation by coming with you to the Shared Shops."

"Te-continue? What is Amanah store? How do you say you take all the holidays?" Alma nodded in disagreement. "You should check Mas outlets."

"You remember. That's your responsibility, don't challenge you who have a store so anything can be off? Your help is also needed there. Regardless of you only take care of financial matters or just checking, you can not neglect kayak gini," added Alma.

Seeing Jafar who was silent, Alma immediately realized that she was outrageous because she dared to take care of her husband. "Sorry, I'm not going to break you down, Mas. I-I'm sorry, Mas."

"Is anyone done advising me to apologize?" There's a pause in that notebook. "It turns out to be true. That guy's you."

"I think what you said just now sounds like advice, it doesn't sound like you're teaching me. So don't apologize, a wife like this is all I need." Jafar continued.

Alma nodded. "Sorry, Mom."

Jafar sighed, and turned the page. "I'm sorry if you did something wrong, Alma. For now don't, because I don't feel you're guilty to me."

"Ja ..? at?"

"I'll be an outlet," wrote Jafar-as a final cut.

The edge of the bed, the choice Jafar took to sit down. The look on her husband's face clearly showed a hint of disappointment. Alma understood maybe Jafar was worried because Kedai Bersama more to the city and the road was passing through Kedai Amanah as well. But to say a short distance is certainly not close enough.

"You don't have to worry, Mas, later I picked up the same driver delivery from Uncle Idrus really. So God willing is safe" said Alma by sitting next to Jafar and holding together their left fingers.

Gawai next to Jafar was taken, he typed using one hand. "Not that I don't believe. But I'm worried. And if I may I want only Cak Yanto to take you there."

Alma shook her head slowly. "Can't do it, Mom. If Cak Yanto is between me, continue to inter-Mas from one outlet to another outlet who?"

"You really don't understand that I'm very worried about you, Alma" Jafar wrote.

Alma took off her finger grip asking Jafar to face him, touching the man's right cheek - several times he rubbed, and the touch went down Jafar's nape, he said, Alma pulled slowly to bring her husband in a warm embrace.

"I know. I get it, Mum."

A thin smile stuck in Alma's lips with a swipe. "Yes already. What if I come with you around the outlet first? Continue later ... we stop by the Shared Shop. I try to chat it not long, but if long you can stay in one outlet first. Later we go around the outlet again together."

"Where?"

Jafar nodded in agreement, and the hug tightened. As usual, Alma felt a kiss on her neck - because again her husband was infiltrating beside her neck.

"Your habits are like this."