Almahyras
Section 54 (1)

At exactly five o'clock in the morning Alma had started her fast. She no longer ate anything, she had eaten breakfast prepared by her husband before dawn, she also ate some snacks given by Kirana and Inayah. Both of his orphanage sisters knew that he would run the operation, but Alma did not tell him what surgery he was undergoing.

Early in the morning Jafar offered to visit Lutfan, Alma was very happy because Umm Salamah did not forbid. So now by being escorted by Cak Yanto, he and Jafar to Adiwangsa Hospital who might be home before nine. It was Jafar's request, so that Umm Salamah could rest for a moment.

"You look happy, your smile was not lost" wrote Jafar who brought the notebook closer to his wife.

Alma looked up with a wide smile. "I just can't wait to see Lutfan, Mas. Can't I look this happy?"

The notebook was pulled. Jafar wrote again. "Can. I'm not forbidding. But I'm a little jealous, Lutfan can make you this happy."

Alma laughed lightly, if there was no Cak Yanto she had pinched both cheeks of her husband. His right hand pulled Jafar's notebook. "You will never know how happy I am to be with you. Want me to explain? Or do I want to express my immediate happiness towards you, Mas?" write Alma.

The notebook Jafar took over. "You can do anything. But, later. After the surgery, and you're recovered. I am also ready to listen to any explanation of your happiness" he wrote.

Alma's light laughter soared. He looked straight at Cak Yanto and said, "Cacak has breakfast?"

"Already, Ma'am."

Hearing Cak Yanto's reply, Alma turned her solids to Jafar. "Mas, would you like to buy some breakfast for the people at the hospital?" tanyakanya.

"Can. Porridge?" write Jafar.

Alma nodded.

"Cacak later please stop at ... the nearby porridge maker Adiwangsa Hospital, huh? Then Cacak buy for Icha as well, but just go home. Let it still taste good, Cak," said Alma.

"No need, Ma'am. Icha has eaten coke," declined Cak Yanto.

Alma nodded small. "Yes, that's it. Later that night Ichanya do not forget to be present Friday together, huh Cak? In the pesantren."

"If it's ready, ma'am. Don't be told his son would come. People ndek there a lot of hadrah, his son Cacak really likes the horrin Mas-mas pesantren sholawatan," explained Cak Yanto.

"Alhamdulillah."

The black daihatsu car that he usually rides with Jafar stops at the porridge. Alma asked Cak Yanto to first enter Adiwangsa Hospital to convey his arrival with Jafar. He can still walk a few meters to the hospital room, no problem for him.

"Aren't you tired?" jafar wrote on his journey half-time. He had finished buying the porridge and was now walking towards the infirmary.

Alma leaned her body into Jafar's ears. "Little, Mas. Wh why? You want to carry me?"

Alma laughed lightly and shook her head. "No kidding, Mom."

"I'm ready to take you. But it looks like you'll be embarrassed, because so many people are here" Jafar-now wrote in his post.

"That knows." Alma smiled again. "If you want to carry me quietly, Mas."

"Let me not be ashamed."

Jafar nodded with a faint smile. "Home and in the room. It was the quietest place" he wrote.

Alma nodded. "I-iya really, Mas. You really are."

...🌺...

Breakfast for the people who were in the hospital was given by Alma. Now he sits in a single chair next to Jafar, looking at Lutfan whose smile has not disappeared since he realized.

"Ukhti, how are you?" ask Lutfan.

I should have asked you how you are, Lutfan!

Alma. "good. You alone?"

"Yes gini-gini aja, still intact, still so Lutfan handsome Umma."

Alma's crisp laughter.

"Hubdom ..." Alma looked at her husband. "Mas, your sister's got a bad grade, huh?"

Jafar just nodded and smiled.

Alma could see the glare of those eyes. Lutfan would never be able to lie to people at once. No human being will be okay for a moment he knows what has happened to his body, not incomplete, but different from before. Even a reasonableness for Lutfan not to smile, Alma would understand, as well as the extended family. Kiai Bashir's laughing and happy second grandson is in the midst of a disaster, a deep sadness not only for Lutfan, but also for Lutfan, but for one this family - who very, very much loved that little man.

"Pondering ..." With a wink Lutfan's eyes teased. "Have you filled in yet? I wait for Mas. Gas samples per malem anu-akh!"

The flick on Lutfan's forehead made him stop talking. "What the hell lo!"

Jafar suddenly knocked on the gurney twice. So Alma, Lutfan, and Mardiyah turned to look at her raised notebook. "Just wait for the next 1 month, after my wedding reception and Alma."

There's a pause on the notebook page. "For you too, Lutfan. Looking forward to your marriage to Mardiyah. Soon, right?"

Alma blushed embarrassed to read Jafar's writing, it turns out everything has been planned by her husband? After reception? There-there's only you! It is okay for Alma to be a reason.

"Do'ain, Lutfan," said Alma.

Suddenly Umm Salamah approached. "Alma, Jafar let's go home, son."

"Kok told you to go home, Bi? I still want to chat with my brother-in-law Mas Jafar as well" said Lutfan.

Umm Salamah smiled. "Your sister-in-law is again the process of preparation for the walimah later, want to check to the RS as well, make marriage legal. Later if you have to make Aunt cool you again, son."

Lutfan's lips are back. "Yes, I promise you, Bi? I felt so bored, in the hospital. Not to mention the ..."

"Nemenin kayak statue. Very stiff," added Lutfan while glancing at Mardiyah.

Ummi Salamah, Alma and Jafar have announced. Back to the pesantren again, for a short break. At around eight o'clock the car stopped in front of the residence of Umm Salamah, Alma rushed down because suddenly he wanted to throw urine.

"That's a lot ..."

The moment Alma opened the bathroom door, he almost fell down because just then Jafar was in front of him. "Mas, you!"

"You interrupted me, O God, Mas ..."

Jafar smiled a flash and moved his lips. "Sorry."

Alma shook her head strongly. "No, not pa-pa. What do you want?"

Jafar.

Alma walked up to the bed and sat on the left side. "I'm sorry I was in a hurry, Mom. I'm gonna pee."

Jafar nodded and approached Alma.

"You sleep again, Gih Mas. Let me wait until I'm not tired."

Jafar shook his hands up and touched Alma's left cheek.

"Aren't you?"

Jafar.

"Why?"

Jafar nodded again.

"Cock-knuckle continues, anyway?" Alma slightly lowered her husband's chest to the left front pocket, taking out a pen and notebook. "Write it here try, Mas."

Jafar nodded again.

"Why you?"

Jafar rubbed Alma's veil-covered nape, moving his lips while still looking at his wife. "Fear."

"Ta .. kut?" Alma placed the pen and notebook on her lap, her hands palpating over Jafar's shoulders until she hugged her husband's neck. "Fear what, Mom?"

"I'm not afraid, why are you suddenly gini?"

Alma pulled Jafar's left hand which was on his nape, then placed it on his chest. "You don't understand?

Jafar nodded.

"This time ..." Alma smiled faintly. "I'm not pounding for fear of surgery. I'm pounding because you're .. this close."

Alma pulls her husband's plan in her arms. "Doctor Indira said, this umbilical hernia is a small operation. So you don't have to worry, Mom. I'm fine, I try not to be afraid. Help you ... Help me, will you?"

Jafar nodded.

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