Almahyras
Part VI POV Jafar

I am quite happy with this new life. Yes, wedding. Which unlucky man gets a wife who receives less and more of herself? No need to explain who he is? Of course that woman is my wife. Almahyra Azzahra's.

She is no longer the woman I met in the orphanage. No longer a heartless woman, nor was she the woman who raised her tone when she was talking to me. He is like reborn or .. Is it his true self?

Soft, sweet and shy.

I admit that this heart has fallen at the bottom of its innermost being. I love you, Alma. Everything about him I like. Even remembering the first thing that just happened made my cheeks heat up again.

His voice was really soft when he mentioned my name over and over again. It even keeps sounding in the ears. And now, she was holding back the embarrassment, covering her face by laying on my lap.

So sweet.

"I'm ashamed again, Mas ..."

I pulled his hand back in his face.

"Okay-okay I'm off. But ... but you promise don't tempt me!" He took his hand off his face and immediately took a sitting position to his back to me. "Mas ... I laper."

I typed on the device, then stretched out both hands and hugged her from behind. "I've ordered honey-baked chicken from the store."

He turned around with a big smile. "Oh yeah? Whoa! Let's eat, Mas."

Together we eat food. He said, wanted to feed me, while I was asked to check the results of the sale of Amanah Store. Actually I did not forbid at all, if he wanted to work as well, but he refused, on the grounds of not wanting to interfere with the moment with me.

"Want a drink?"

I nodded.

"Udah?"

I nodded once more.

Do you know what, Alma? The little attention you gave me made me so happy. I never stopped thinking, maybe later if we have a baby, really lucky. Because our son has a mother like you.

Suddenly my device rang, a message came in from Ummi.

Ummis

Ummi can videocall?

I showed the short message to Alma.

"By dong, Mas. I miss the same, Ummi." He was silent for a moment. "I wear a veil, Mom?"

I nodded, afraid that Ummi might be on the road. So it is good to use a veil only.

"Eff ..." He was seen opening a closet that was provided by the hotel. "There's a long veil, isn't there?"

Connected face-to-face calls. It turned out that Ummi was at the house of Aunt Sulis and his greetings were interrupted by the screams of Salwa.

"Sister Alma!"

Ummi looked surprised at Salwa's scream. "Let's not yell, Nduk!"

"Well, Bi. Excuse me. I miss Alma too."

"Where, son? Y'all news?"

Alma replied, "Okay, Ummi. Alhamdulillahot. This morning we went to the national library."

"Wah. Continue ..." Ummi paused for a moment. "What was last night, son?"

"Where is it, Ummi?"

"Fluent?"

My cheeks are heating up again. I know the direction of Ummi's talk. But it seems Alma still does not understand, is thinking presumably.

"Ti ... durnya? Or what, Ummi?" Netra Alma looks wide. "Oh walimatul'ursy last night? Alma's feeling good, right Ummi?"

From across the street he laughed lightly. "That's not what Ummi means, son. Which Ummi meant the other. You must understand."

A second Ummi said that Alma looked at me as if asking, what do Ummi mean? I was forced to take a notebook and pen. "Maybe what Ummi meant was what we did this afternoon after returning from the national library."

He was silent for a moment, I think maybe he was embarrassed. Realizing again, he lowered his head for a moment and said quietly, "Egh .. that's Ummi .. do'ain Ummi."

"Sure dong. Every day Ummi do'ain. Because your marriage was only legal last night and you are glad to have recovered. As soon as you have a momongan no pa-pa, son," said Ummi.

I wrote in the notebook. "Tell Ummi, how many grandchildren do she want?"

Netra Alma looks wide. He realized I was teasing him. His right hand pinched my outer thigh. "You are" he whispered.

"Ummi .. anu Alma same Mas Jafar, want--"

Ummi suddenly refuted, "Oh yes. Sorry Ummi disturbed. Anyway, for a week, you're both satisfied, huh?"

"Yes, Ummi. No bother with Ummi."

"Ummi shut. Assalamualaikum."

The face-to-face screen is gone. "Mosur."

The look on his face changed. Could he be upset? Because Ummi must think a no-no.

"Why you?" I brought the notebook closer to her.

She shook her head. "No pa-pa just .. a little tired. I want to sleep again, Mom. I'll wake up at five o'clock, okay?

I nodded.

"You mad?"

She shook her head. "No, Mas. I'm just tired."

Note:

Next Part 62 is a bit of a night.