Almahyras
Section 61 (1): One Day at the Lazuardi Hotel

Isya is over.

Alma changed clothes using a black robe with a maroon veil. While Jafar uses black suits, matching pants and t-shirts in maroons. The reflection of the mirror revealed the faces of the two, Alma smiled sweetly with a little look up at Jafar.

"Mas, am I pretty?"

Jafar nodded.

"You're a handsome fellow too." Alma. "Not more sweet, that's sweet."

Jafar just nodded and rubbed Alma's right cheek. All seemed harmonious, staying to a private dining place that had been provided by the hotel staff. Actually he was tired, but he had to appreciate the gift of Manggala Adiwangsa.

"Please Mr and Mrs" said the female staff.

Netra Alma was flashing. Private rooms? It's amazing, this room has two chairs, and the candle is lit. Even the hotel's restaurant windows are transparent and full, directly leading to the city center.

Very lovely.

Truly a no-nonsense gift from the elite people of the owner of this hotel's Lazuardi. Masya Allah. The sustenance and everything owned by the Adiwangsa family is a blessing, Alma is sure regardless of the confusing news he heard from this family, Alma said, there must be so many good-natured sides that he and others do not know.

"Mas ... Would you like a photo?"

Jafar smiled faintly and nodded.

"Selfi first, huh?"

Both photos together. About five minutes later the hotel staff came to bring food and drinks.

"Good night, Mr and Mrs. I want to tell you, that a photo shoot will be provided to capture this dinner."

Alma nodded with a wry smile. "Yes. Thank you." Thank you."

"I'm sorry. Enjoy and hopefully always be happy" said Riri, the hotel's chief of staff.

Alma and Jafar devoured everything. Delights. Then as promised by the hotel's chief of staff there were shooting sessions several times, Alma also asked the photographer to take pictures using his screen. Actually he was a little embarrassed, rarely taking pictures like this. But how else? This includes capturing beautiful moments in the next life.

Dinner and photoshoots are over. Alma and Jafar returned to the room around ten p.m. Tired not playing. Alma immediately threw herself in bed, without changing clothes and without removing the veil.

"Hmm .. tired."

Jafar took a seat next to her-pulling her tiered legs in her lap.

"What do you want?"

Drawn Alma socks alternately. The follower approaches the face to remove the veil by pulling the needle under Alma's chin. "Egh .. Thanks, Mom."

"I ..." Netra Alma. "I don't want to sleep pa-pa, do I?"

"But ... I haven't .. remove the same powder lipstick," added Alma.

Netra Alma remained closed when the cotton wetted by the makeup cleaner touched the left side of her cheek. Jafar shrewdly cleans, all sides of the face are not missed.

"Ma .. Love, Mom."

...🌺...

Someone seemed to be shaking his body. Wh who? The net is open slowly, Jafar looks neat using coffee and Muslim clothes. Looks like praying. Alma changed her sitting position by looking at her husband.

"Mass?" He saw Jafar from top to bottom. "You want to pray?"

Jafar.

"Shall you pray?"

Jafar nodded.

I wear lingerie? Is Mas Jafar changing?

Alma rubbed her eyes. "Egh, it's dawn, is it? I want to take a shower, keep praying first."

Jafar stood on the left side. A moment Alma came down just two steps suddenly he felt lost balance, wanted to fall. However, when Jafar's big hand coiled around his stomach, holding it so firmly.

"Ah, profit ..." Alma felt weak, his stomach was hungry he also felt dizzy. "My head .. dizzy, Mas."

"Cause of tiredness?"

Jafar nonchalantly carried Alma to the bathroom and sat on the closet, the bathtub was filled with warm water that he prepared for his wife to soak.

"Stay, Mas. I'm a bit nauseous ..." Alma took and exhaled many times, perhaps a hunger pang that made her feel like vomiting.

Jafar had waited for a few seconds. Until his hand moved again to pick up the lower lingerie Alma.

"You ... What do you want, Mas?" Alma shook his head about to refuse, while Jafar had looked over. Even the lingerie has been removed.

"You're embarrassing me." Alma pushed Jafar slowly with his limp body. "I can shower myself."

"Please you--" Jafar lifted her up again, and lowered her in the bathtub. "Mas ... out."

Jafar flinching, not coming out. The man sat there watching Alma.

"Would you like to see me take a shower?"

Jafar nodded.

"Se-seriously?"

Jafar took out a pen and paper quickly he wrote. "You are weak. I'll wait for you to finish the shower."

Alma resigned with shame he took off everything he wore. She said in her heart that it was okay Jafar was her husband.

After that, Jafar carried her back and helped her change into lingerie again, also helping her pray at dawn. Jafar had also briefly took porridge orders that he bought online.

"Please bribe me, Mas."

A mouthful came in and Alma devoured him, and then suddenly he laughed. Jafar looked astonished as he put down the porridge and wrote.

"Why laugh?" write Jafar.

"Funny. New time one day nginep at the hotel, instead of my twinkling even glues gini." Alma leaned against the pillow, and changed her face slightly moody. "sorry. So take your nicotine."

Jafar.

"When staying at a hotel should be fun? This place is a luxurious inn, can be used by anyone, whether healthy or not" Jafar wrote.

"Hm .. you really are. But ... sorry."

"Stop apologizing," Jafar wrote by feeding Alma again.

"Yes-yes. Stop." Alma pulled Jafar's left hand and held it with both hands. "Why do we want to do it while staying at the hotel?

Alma took another bribe.

"Walk to the national library what do you think, Mas? Kan ... mumpung again in the city."

The last mouthful landed in Alma's mouth. Jafar wrote in a notebook. "What can we do in the hotel. If you want to go for a walk, Alma. After all everyone knows now that you're my wife."

Alma nodded.

"Mas, drink."

Alma sipped her drink. "Thank you."

"Egh .. so?" Alma pulled Jafar's arm to join him in the bed. "Whatever do you grant?"

Jafar nodded.

"Oh yes. I don't know what gift you're asking for, Mommy?"

Jafar.

"Why ringing? Don't wanna?"

Again, her husband nodded.

"What can I do, Mas. Don't be expensive."

Jafar took his gawai open the note application and typed in there which was immediately read by Alma. "Just be happy, Alma."

"And simply put, give me something that I have always wanted from you" continued Jafar.