Almahyras
Section 57 (1)

At nine o'clock the night after the rain had subsided Kiai Bashir and Salwa came, intending to visit for a while and deliver food to Jafar. Alma had asked her husband to buy it outside. But unfortunately the rain could not be hit by Jafar, until when he returned to the nursery brought nothing.

"Eat first you, Le," said Kiai Bashir.

Jafar said, and immediately ate. Salwa sat down next to Alma and asked, "Sister, isn't she sick?"

"It's not like surgery time, Sal. But the time had woken up, it was a bit painful" Alma replied.

Salwa. "Oh yes ... Brother Alma same Mas Jafar already know yet? If Ma'am Mar and Mas Lutfan are married today?"

"So Mardiyah told me."

Kiai Bashir said, "Grandpa Seneng, Grandpa's two grandchildren are married. Not to mention your wives are good women. Thank God, Grandpa didn't stop being grateful for your marriage."

"Your Walimatul'ursy will be with your wife at the hotel, Le. The day after that Lutfan event with Mardiyah also in the hotel. Grandpa is ready everything for Grandpa's granddaughter," he added.

Salwa looked back at Grandpa. "Will I marry Grandpa that's not for me?"

Kiai Bashir raised his hand, and swung asking Salwa to come closer. "Here, you."

Salwa came near-sitting crouching. "What kind of brother does that do for me?"

"Specifically Salwa, Grandpa's most beautiful grandson .. can request, how do you want Grandpa to greet," said Kiai Bashir.

Salwa girang's. He stood up and jumped small. "Horeee, alhamdulillah not set."

"But Sal ..."

Salwa looked towards Alma. "But what, brother?"

"You haven't been a match. Well, don't think about weddings just yet. Later if you have graduated from school, work and there is a soul mate, yes already married," added Alma.

Salwa looked at Alma with a big smile. "agree! My plan is that too, brother. But ... Anyway Grandpa, Ummi same Abi can't mate me. If I want to be fooled I have to know the person first. Point!"

Kiai Bashir nodded. "Originally your choice passed the selection. Grandpa agreed you're married."

Jafar has finished eating. The man approached Alma, and sat in the single chair that Salwa had been sitting in. Jafar handed the notebook to his wife.

"What?"

"Read."

Alma read Jafar's lips.

"Salwa, don't imagine you're too young. Right school, and proud of both your parents." After reading that, Salwa looked at him flatly. "Law. It's from Masmu, Sal. Don't look at that big brother."

Jafar looked up, turning to stare at Salwa.

"Udah-ud. What the fuck do you see Salwa like that, Le?" Kiai Bashir sideways and sees Salwa turning expression into gentleness. "Let's go home. Tomorrow you go to school, Nduk."

Salwa got up and clung to Kiai Bashir's hand. "Come, Cake. Brother Alma I say goodbye, I do not want to pay to Mas Jafar. Ngeselin, bang-banget. Bye!" Salwa.

The departure of Kiai Bashir and Salwa made a moment of silence. Jafar only shook his head at the behavior of his cousin's sister, while Alma only smiled faintly.

"Emang Salwa is not much different from Lutfan, eleven twelve huh, Mas?"

Jafar nodded.

"How many percent of the list have you written to ask for something from me?" inscribed.

"Thirty percent. Why?"

"Give thirty percent first. Furthermore, for seventy percent will follow. How's it?" write Jafar.

Alma shook her head, a sign of refusing. "Why are you in such a hurry? Don't want to wait until I'm done?"

Jafar looked at Alma for a moment and smiled thinly with a shake. "I'm not in a hurry. I just don't want you to get bored, and granting your request will definitely reduce your boredom."

"So how do you get rid of my boredom like this?" Alma nodded. "When it should be, you can think of ways, Mas."

"What?" Jafar pursed his lips.

Alma shrugged her shoulders slowly. "I don't know either."

"Yes .. the problem. I'm not ta--"

The brief kiss on his lips actually made Alma grumble. Jafar's movements could not be read by Alma, for a moment he spoke and turned to suddenly stop him. Unbelievable.

"What the fuck was ..." Alma smiled ignorantly. "Hm?"

Jafar looked at Alma with the left of his raised eyebrows.

"Temporary boredom?"

Jafar looked down and wrote an answer. "Yes. It's okay, isn't it?"

"Not pa-pa, anyway." Suddenly Alma laughed lightly while enduring the pain in her stomach. "I offered it anyway."

"Stop laughing" Jafar wrote.

"Yes. It stops, Mas."

The clock is slow. I don't know if Alma was very happy, in the scope of boredom in this nursery room as long as Jafar was the thing he always wanted. In fact, it doesn't matter for a few days, a month or more. Alma does not deny, humans are natural to feel bored, as long as they pass it together without the intention of leaving.

Alma's shoulder was suddenly patted gently by Jafar. "Yes, Mas?" sahut Alma.

"After the event walimatul'ursy, you want a vacation together?" write Jafar.

Alma gave a mischievous smile - gazing at Jafar closer. "Honeymoon?"

Jafar's reddened cheeks crept into his ears. "Take it like that" Jafar wrote.

Alma's left eyebrow raised. "Take it like that? I just want to make sure, Mom. Yes afraid, the holiday item you are talking about is not a honeymoon. For example, a vacation with a big family."

Alma glanced at Jafar who was looking down with a bite on his lower lip. She could not bear to see her shy husband.

"It's actually a vacation with a big family. But there's no way I'm asking you to sleep with Salwa or Ummi, right?" write Jafar.

"Yes continues? I slept with you?"

Jafar nodded.

"Yes?"

Jafar. "Yes, Alma. Do you want to sleep with someone other than me?" inscribed.

"Yes, you can tell me to sleep with Salwa" said Alma with a careless smile.

"Stop flirting with me, Alma," Jafar wrote.

Alma's hand raised rubbed Jafar's head gently. "Joking, Mas."

"This is a try." Jafar approached and Alma kissed Jafar on the forehead. "Udah. Don't pout that."

Jafar smiled faintly and shook his head.

"What do you think is that ringing?"

"You're so sweet. I count now you often kiss my forehead" wrote Jafar.

"Law, right? You're my husband, really."

Alma looked up to see the wall clock showing ten o'clock in the night. The air was getting cold, really for him Kiai Bashir brought Jafar a blanket and jacket. At least the man next to Alma now had no cold.

"Alma, I would like to ask," Jafar wrote.

Alma resuscitated her back on the pillow, her head turned to Jafar. "What?"

About seven seconds Jafar lifted his notebook."What is the purpose of this marriage? Besides, giving happiness to my family and you."

Alma was silent for a moment. "Like the people, Mommy."

Jafar brought his notebook closer to Alma. "Homperage?"

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