Almahyras
Section 57 (2)

"Homperage?" write Jafar.

Alma broke off her eye contact with Jafar. "People I mean a lot, Mas. There are a couple who love each other, there are also a pair of human beings who marry only forced parents, some who marry just want to continue the offspring."

"So ... do you think the purpose of our marriage is that?" alma.

Alma doesn't know if Jafar is shaking or not. But certainly Alma knew Jafar was writing, up to seven seconds passed Jafar approached his notebook. "That's not the purpose of my marriage, Alma. I just answered what the common man usually wants when getting married."

"Ehm ..." Alma looked at Jafar. "So just a general answer."

Jafar nodded.

"What is your purpose for this marriage?" Alma knew, he asked back without answering Jafar's question. But somehow he really needed Jafar's answer first then he was able to give the answer.

"You've always been like this, answering my questions with questions anyway" Jafar wrote.

"sorry. But I need your answer first."

Jafar nodded and wrote. "You read it right away, huh? I'll write a little closer to you."

"Yes." Yeah." Alma slightly shifted the seat. To see Jafar's writing.

"Alma, it's not wrong, is it? If a pair of humans married to have offspring? I slightly assumed it was natural, but not entirely I felt it was right to be the goal of someone getting married." Jafar paused, by turning the page.

"So?"

Jafar wrote again. "In the beginning I married you I only had the goal of getting married. I don't care if the wife that Ummi chooses loves me or not."

There's another pause. "I'm very self-conscious, Alma. But as time went on, my goals changed. In addition to perfecting half the religion, I want to live to the end with you."

Alma.

For some reason from the day he forgave Jafar about the behavior that hurt him a little, to make his hands slightly reddened. The man in front of him changed. Jafar never promised to always be gentle, Jafar also never promised to always forgive him, all things, Jafar never promised. But the man, proving all things should not be implied, Jafar's actions are always clearly visible in his eyes.

"You are moved" said Alma.

Jafar smiled faintly and rubbed Alma's right cheek for a moment.

"My purpose in getting married to you was also unclear at the beginning, Mas. I'm even scared." Alma paused when Alma saw Jafar widen his net as if asking what he was afraid of. "I don't want to remember your treatment at the orphanage. But ... it's just like that, Mom."

"I thought, how will it be after seven months?" Alma sighed softly. "Am I going to get married? Will I be treated well by you? Will you be angry? ... All the bad prejudices filled my brain, Mas."

"Not wrong, is it, Mom? I think like that?"

Jafar.

"It was all because of the meeting at the orphanage and it was also my fault for insulting you." Alma was about to chuckle, but she held back, wanting her to laugh at herself. "I'm a fool, aren't I? I should have married you."

Jafar.

"So .. my wedding destination is now ..." Alma smiled faintly. "Life with you, Mom. I don't know when, I always want to be with you."

"I never expected anything more than that, Alma," Jafar wrote.

Alma. "Why is that?"

"If you are expecting a child from this marriage, neither is pa-pa." Alma's three-second pause said again, "It's natural that men want to continue the offspring."

"Mas, do you think I don't want to be a mother? And ... Is it Dad?"

Jafar smiled faintly and nodded.

"I'm handing over all this will to God, Mom." Alma sighed softly, confirming her backrest on the pillow. "And sorry ..."

"I'm delaying something I should've given you from the beginning of this marriage, ma'am."

Alma stared in the other direction not one bit staring at Jafar. From the side it can be seen that Jafar is writing. After a few seconds, her husband brought the notebook closer. "No need to apologize. Do you think I'll be angry? To the point that you apologize like this? Really no, Alma."

There's a pause on the page. "I'm your husband and you're my wife, right? No need to rush. I can wait."

"You don't mind?"

Jafar.

"But I'm still sorry, Mas." Alma gulped a few times, she was a little nervous. "The delay must be long ..."

"I know, Alma. You think I married you just for sex?" write Jafar.

"Sorry," Alma's great-grandson.

There was silence because Jafar wrote nothing. Even Alma was silent by staring straight at the television screen, all so awkward because of Jafar's frontal question earlier. Alma was also confused to start a chat especially.

"Want to eat? Or drink? Don't just shut up" Jafar wrote after two minutes of silence.

Alma felt a little thirsty, it seemed like she needed water. "Drink" he answered.

Jafar helps Alma to drink slowly. "Udah, Mas."

"Thank you."

Jafar has put the glass back. The man wrote again. "You want to sleep?"

Alma.

"Can't."

"Want to continue watching?" write Jafar.

Alma recalled the new Attack on Titan S1 he and Jafar watched just three episodes. Come to think of it, it is better to watch, after all the more late at night goods times he can be sleepy.

"Can." Alma opened her palm. "Please my phone, Mas."

Jafar gave the device, and Alma shifted a little, hopefully the nurse did not enter suddenly because he planned to ask Jafar to sit next to him, he said, class III inpatient bed selected by Ummi Salamah is comfortable and quality in accordance with the price of hospitalization.

"Sit next to me, Mas."

Jafar complied and Alma was ready to continue watching. And as always, the lights have been turned off like watching in a movie theater. Furthermore, Alma and Jafar were seriously watching, in the middle of the minute Jafar suddenly paused when he saw the scene between Eren, Mikasa, and Armin.

"Why?"

Jafar picked up his pen and notebook which was in the dim pocket-in he wrote. "Eren's lucky, isn't he?"

Alma knew the direction of Jafar's conversation and nodded. "He's got Mikasa who's always protecting him and Armin who's always supporting him."

Alma was about to turn again. But she stopped when she saw her husband write. "I feel Mikasa like you. I had a chance to search on google that Eren will be a Titan."

"Continue?"

Alma curious. Especially the one written by Jafar. "Mikasa continues to accept, Eren."

There's a pause there. "I know Attack on Titan is not a romance genre but when I saw Mikasa I immediately remembered you."

Alma nodded and smiled, her hands clicking the screen, the anime spinning again.

"You're not a spoiler yet. And what ...? Mikasa?" Alma said in a three-second pause, "Wells you to me?"

Alma shook her head slowly. "So far, I haven't protected you, Mas."

"But .. someday, maybe yes." Alma stared at the screen with a smile. "I'll protect you as much as I can, Mas."

Alma looked at Jafar inside. "Regarding acceptance? You don't have to talk about that anymore, Mom. The past and can only make you slump do not ever make the topic of conversation again."

Jafar did not shake or nod.

"Sir?"

The reaction remains the same.

"Mas!"

Jafar surprised.

Daydreaming?

"You heard me talking earlier, Mas?"

Jafar nodded.

"And you know what I mean?'

Jafar nodded and smiled faintly. Alma looked back at the screen, and a few seconds Jafar lifted the notebook. "I know, I understand, and I understand. Let's continue watching."

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