Almahyras
Section 55 (2)

Face-to-face calls Alma was making with Salwa. Because of the differences in this hospital, Umm Salamah missed her as a daughter-in-law so much that she did not pause to want to know the latest news. And the big families who know about the operation are Kiai Bashir, Umm Salamah, Umma Sarah, Bibi Sulis, Jafar and also Salwa.

"Sister Alma has eaten?"

Alma looked at Jafar who was at the side ready to feed the porridge. "It's eating."

"Ih ...given!" Salwa is seen standing, moving to remain next to Aunt Sulis."Ummi-ummi look, Brother Alma same Mas Jafar show off. VCan's time bribes in front of me!"

Alma only smiled faintly and accepted Jafar's mouthful again. Aunt Sulis caught a glimpse of it. "That's not showing off, Salwa darling! If marriage is free. Your eyes are envious and regard such natural things with the word show off."

Salwa looks pouty. "Ish Ummi nyebelin. I'm going to Aunt Salamah."

"You're here, Sal."

"Aunt Salamah, this is Brother Alma." Salwa pointed to her in-laws. On the screen of the device is clearly displayed Ummi Salamah. "Son, how's it going now?"

"Best, Ummi." Alma asked Jafar to sit next to the bed, so that her husband's face was visible on the device. "Alma again ate porridge with Mas Jafar."

"Ummi looks at it." Umm Salamah's gaze momentarily turned in the other direction. "Where is it raining, son?"

Alma really didn't know this room was closed, and there was no sound of rain. She looked at Jafar and her husband nodded.

"Rain?"

"Yes Ummi."

"You got a jacket, Jafar?"

Jafar.

"Hatitude, you! It must be cold, kid!"

Alma looked at Jafar, as he remembered earlier he used a plain black long outer, it would not be suitable for Jafar and it was also thin. But at least it can give a little warmth.

"Alma take long outside, Ummi. Later can make a blanket with Mas Jafar," said Alma.

Ummi Salamah nodded.

"Yes Ummi matiin. If Ummi loves Salwa again you may not rest. Uda, huh? Assalamualaikum."

Call of severed face.

"Mosur."

Jafar came down from the edge of the bed. Then he returned to feed Alma, his porridge if he counted only three mouthfuls. After that, he intends to invite Alma to relax, while watching a film from the television screen provided by the hospital.

"Mas, it's already."

Jafar's lips moved. "Udah?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Only two bribes remain. Jafar placed the bowl on the nightstand, then approached the chair to the gurney, and wrote in a notebook.

"Want to do something?" write Jafar.

Alma pointed at the television screen. "That's. Just watch. .... In the hospital, what do you want to do? Besides lying down, eating, playing mobile phones, watching tv if there is."

"You're bored, huh?" write Jafar.

Alma. "No."

"But your words were impressive if you were actually bored, Alma," Jafar wrote.

Alma slightly lowered-justifying the veil she was wearing. "There you. Why bosen?"

Jafar smile.

"You even smile. I answer seriously. If there is no ..." Alma's hand raised pointed at her husband's field chest. "You. I'm really bosen, Mas."

Jafar picked up his notebook and gave it to Alma. "Lately why do you like to tease me?"

"Oohs. So can't you?" Alma suddenly woke up. "dither. Teasing? Me ... seduce you?"

Alma shook her head slowly. "Nonsense. I am no longer a temptress. I am ... emang .. if you speak the same ... You are gini, right?"

"Before marriage your tone is loud enough. It even sounds assertive" Jafar wrote.

"That's different, Mom." Alma's face suddenly changed. "You think I want to be soft-tempered to a man who isn't my husband yet?"

"Yes .. even though I was your future wife. I still don't want to be so soft in front of you" added Alma.

"What you did was right. But I still feel you are a little different" Jafar wrote.

"How different?" Alma pointed at the chest again. "You! You are different too, Mom."

"You don't ehm ..." Alma lowered her hand from Jafar's chest and looked straight ahead. "Not everything before. The eye is also--."

Alma looked at the Netra Jafar. "... Not as sharp as before. That means ... You're not as scared as you used to be about me."

Jafar looks down on his right hand, writing. "I can no longer look at you with anger, Alma. Because all the affection you gave me made me unable to hurt you anymore."

Jafar nodded.

"Why?"

"Because I need that" Jafar wrote.

Alma nodded. "You're right. All humans need love."

"But .. your reason for not being angry anymore is just because of the affection I gave you. It's a little strange, Mas."

Jafar looked down again. About twenty-five seconds he wrote, then the man placed his notebook on Alma's lap.

"It's not weird, Alma. You think a criminal can't cry when he sees his loved one die?" There's a pause on one page of that notebook. "Love I mean the one who gives affection."

Alma nodded.

There's another pause there. "It's worth it to just hold back the anger in front of you because whatever I can't? Sure you can, Alma. Don't you feel it?"

Last pause in the notebook. "If not, please forgive me, then the affection I give you is still not so great."

Alma looked at Jafar with a strong shake. "So sorry, Mom!"

"That aside is me, so you can't conclude it straight away like that."

Jafar nodded and moved his lips. "So?"

"Ja .. at? So what's?" Alma nodded in understanding. "O-oh yeah a lot. Love .. everything, whatever you give me is more than enough."

Alma suddenly laughed softly, the pain in his stomach felt. "Akh! .. O Allah, I ..."

Jafar suddenly rose.

"I'm not pa-pa, Mom."

Alma smiled knot. "I just feel funny, the same way our marriage is Mas. It means kayak gini .. I initially refused, uh suddenly I want you to marry."

Alma shook her head slowly. "Astaghfirullah, I'm sorry Mas? Not to mention, not to mention my speech at the per---" meeting"

Alma's mouth was suddenly silenced by Jafar's hand. Alma raised her eyebrows, looking at her husband as if asking, why? Jafar took off his silence and just shook his head.

"Why, Mas?"

Jafar lowered his head and his hands wrote. "I don't like to remember that meeting, Alma. Because I hurt you then."

Alma understands. But actually if remembered again it is not wrong for Jafar to be angry, because the first act is himself. And until now he regretted his previous words, which once deliberately insulted Jafar.

"Yes ..." Alma suddenly remembered something. "But Mas if I remember again .. Our first meeting was at Ummi's house."

Jafar's forehead shriveled as if in disbelief.

"Yes, Mum." Alma asks Jafar to come closer by pulling her husband's elbow. "I was eating food at that time. You said Ummi doesn't exist."

Jafar finally nodded and smiled.

"You reminding?"

Jafar nodded again.

"Our first meeting was really awkward for me. If ... you?"

Jafar wrote, "Honestly I don't feel anything. Even seeing you back then was just a glimpse. The real meeting is in an orphanage."

Alma nodded.

"Continue our conversation" Jafar wrote.

Alma's forehead shriveled. "What?"

"What kind of a look did I give you back then? Why do you say it's different now?" write Jafar.

"Our meeting at the orphanage. Your eyes are sharp, my. Banget. But now ..." Alma's hand raised gently rubbed Jafar's left cheek. "Stare like this .. which you gave me."

"I'm glad there's no glass. If there is I want you to see, how calm and quiet your eyes are when you look at me now," added Alma.

Alma's swabs spread to Jafar's back ears. "Even Mas .. at the time of our quarrel due to misunderstanding at that time, your gaze remains like this. Not changed."

"So what you wrote is right, Mom? You can no longer look at me with anger." Alma lowered Jafar's head with a slight bow she kissed the head of her husband. "I believe that. Because I never found you lying, Mom."

Jafar looked up-the net was increasingly shady looking at him.

"Near here, my. I want to talk."

Jafar is approaching. Even the man was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"A little later .. Your money will be drained, Mas. My brain is full of my wish list. Please later ..." Alma held back a smile by biting her lower lip. Then Alma approached Jafar's ear and whispered, "Don't complain. Because you offered, Mas."

Jafar smiled faintly and shook his head.

"Azan. You pray gih in the mosque, I don't pa-pa alone first."