Almahyras
Section 56 (2)

"Tadi Mardiyah told me. He said that today he married Lutfan" Alma said as Jafar closed his laptop and approached him.

Jafar nodded.

"Lutfan tell you?"

The man shook his head taking out a notebook and a pen. "Where might he give the news," wrote Jafar.

"Why is that impossible, Mom?"

Jafar looked down-about ten seconds he lifted the notebook. "I don't need to be paralyzed to know what he's thinking, Alma."

"What do you mean?"

"The lack that Lutfan now has is not the same as me. However, isn't it equally troublesome for others?" write Jafar.

For a moment Alma was silent. "You know what Lutfan thinks?"

Jafar nodded.

"I still remember clearly you wrote in the notebook, that acceptance is more important than love." Alma nodded small. "I understand that, Mommy."

"And I also don't need to be Mardiyah to know what she's thinking."

Pause of five seconds, Alma sighed softly, his gaze straight on the television. "If you think people, other than yourself can only judge and judge. Then you're wrong, Mom. People can also be empathetic and compassionate. I didn't say everyone. But there's. There's a person who can understand you more than yourself, Mom."

Jafar lifted the notebook before Alma's eyes. "Who?"

Alma. "The people around you."

"To be a person who can understand the circumstances of others. We're quite ..." Alma looked back at the television. "Have sincerity, Mas."

"That's my opinion." Alma. "I don't know what you think."

Alma looked slightly as the notebook shifted to her. "I believe everyone can empathize, but not spared nor will people judge according to their own views."

"And so I said, it takes sincerity to be empathetic."

Jafar looked down again and wrote."You said there was no need to be Mardiyah to understand what she was thinking."

There's a pause on that one page. "Lantas now I ask, what did Mardiyah think when she wanted to hasten her marriage to Lutfan?"

Alma smiled faintly and looked over. "If you ask me that, I can't answer. Because I'm not Mardiyah."

"Try changing your question, Mom."

"Like?" write Jafar.

Alma stared right at the Netra Jafar. "What does Mardiyah think about when choosing Lutfan? ... If that's possible I can still answer."

"What's the answer?" write Jafar.

"Same. Trustworthiness." Alma broke eye contact. "You definitely want answers other than trust, don't you?"

Alma was sure Jafar nodded.

"In addition to the trust of course because of Mardiyah's deep feelings for Lutfan, Mas." Alma's faint smile appeared. "You, Mardiyah, and Lutfan grew up together."

"No denying there's a deep feeling, right?" Alma looked back at Jafar. "I don't want to discuss the past, but in fact togetherness can cause flavor, Mas."

Mardiyah's feelings towards you, for example? Alma smiled faintly, her hands raised rubbing Jafar's forehead which was covered in mane. "It can, right? Mardiyah realized her true feelings were for Lutfan."

"Again, Mas. What I hear is that people decide to get married not just out of love." Alma gave a small nod, with her hands creeping down on the left side of Jafar's cheeks. "Many things to consider."

Jafar gently rubbed Alma's hand and moved his lips. "What?"

"Respection."

Alma's three-second pause again said, "A preparedness for possibilities."

Jafar nodded.

"Where were you when you married me ..." Alma stared in the shade at the netra who seemed to want to know everything. "Really I'm ready, Mom."

Jafar lowered Alma's hand from his cheek, turning it into a hand grip. The right side of his hand wrote. "For example, like now, right, Alma? You must be prepared to accept the greatest possibility that your husband will remain mute."

"And I also have to be ready to accept the possibilities for your situation after the operation" Jafar continued under the page-before he turned the next page.

Alma nodded.

"You're right, Mum."

Alma linked his left fingers with Jafar. "Any risk. I have to be ready, Mommy."

"This marriage isn't straight, is it? Must be in the middle of the road or at the beginning or at the end there are twists and turns that we have to pass. You're willing, aren't you? You can do that too, right?" alma.

Jafar nodded. "As long as I am with you I will be able and able" he wrote.

"I can't promise to always be with you, Mom. But ..." Alma smiled faintly, her hands raised again rubbing her husband's left cheek. "When I'm around you, and when I'm still with you, beside you like this ..."

"I am willing to give all happiness to you, to give all strength to you .. Everything I will give, Mas." Alma lowered her head with a light laugh. Even though the pain in the stomach is felt, the pain is okay. "Because my life is now you."

"I'm not overdoing it." Alma looked back at Jafar with a big smile showing his neat teeth.

Jafar's hand was raised, rubbing Alma's right cheek and creeping rubbing her natural red lips. "Smile." Jafar moved his lips.

"Why smile?"

"Sweet," replied Jafar with a lip move.

Alma smiled ignorantly. "Wanna try?"

Jafar gawking.

"I'm offering, Mas."

Jafar.

Netra Alma. "You're refusing?"

Jafar nodded.

"I rarely bargain--"

Jafar got up, Alma thought her husband was going away, it turned out that the man was peeping his forehead. Then Jafar sat down and wrote. "I told you, right? Once you recover I will be very troublesome to you. So it's good now that you rest, so that soon to recover and as soon as I bother."

Alma's cheeks suddenly turned red. Even spontaneously he slapped his right cheek. Missing. Eliminate all inappropriate thoughts, which he deserves to think. But the time right now is not right.

"Yes-yes you do'ain, Mas. Bi-let me recover quickly," said Alma with stammering.

Jafar nodded.

"Law. I can't wait to spend your money, too, Mas." Alma took out a small notebook from inside her blanket. "Look! I've written a few here."

Jafar nodded again. This time with a smile.

"You're complaining."

Jafar.

"Yes, you are sleeping. Don't look at me with that smile" said Alma.

Jafar did not walk away. But again approached him, after that again his forehead in the kiss and Jafar justifies the layout of the blanket. Then the man stood in front of the nightstand, like writing something.

"What are you doing?"

Jafar suddenly placed a piece of paper that he folded in Alma's lap. After that Jafar walked towards the long sofa and laid himself down there. While Alma frowned, what did Jafar write? He opened the piece of paper. "I can't hug you. One of the things I love most about you is hugs. So instead, I peeked at your forehead."

The red glow reappeared. Failed already. No more watching Attack on Titan. Jafar made it fly.

Not wrong.

Reasonable, really.

My embrace is soothing, Mom.