Almahyras
Section 62

As Jafar promised at around five in the afternoon, he was awakened. And now that he has come to the time, Alma is actually tired of just sitting around waiting for Jafar to return from the hotel mosque.

Thinking about his face-to-face call with Umm Salamah this afternoon made him very unsettled. All the bad prejudices fill the brain. Even suddenly affect the mood, not dislike. But the matter given the child by the creator is not the will of himself or Jafar.

Alma knew such things were worth questioning. Once again, it is feasible and may have become a habit of society. But actually if he thinks again, this is wrong. That statement is so wrong.

"Oh my God, my God! I was shocked" said Alma when Jafar was unconscious. So he really daydreamed that long?

"Why?" Jafar moved his lips.

"You want to hear what I think, Mom?"

Jafar nodded.

"Child. About the child."

Jafar took the notebook and pen. "What is this that Ummi talked about? As soon as you have kids?"

Alma nodded.

"Think of you ..." Alma paused for three seconds. "Will it be natural for Ummi to ask such a question?"

Jafar brought his notebook closer. "It's natural."

"But could any of Ummi's words hurt you?" continue Jafar below the page.

"Eghmm ... reasonable?" Alma nodded. "Because it is often questioned, it must be natural, right Mas?"

Alma. "No. There is no Ummi saying that hurts me."

"I just feel .. That question shouldn't be natural."

"I understand you, Alma." There is a break on one page. "It's okay if once twice Ummi and my extended family ask you about pregnancy. I still feel it's natural. But if it's more than three to four times, I won't let it happen again."

"You sure?"

Jafar nodded.

Alma sighed softly and leaned her head on Jafar's left shoulder. "I don't have the same problem with Ummi's question. Just maybe, as a daughter-in-law I was a little scared."

"I'm afraid I can't fulfill Ummi's desire to have grandchildren." Alma biting her lower lip. Then he said again, "Not to mention, you are a mere child, Mas."

"And anyway, as human beings we can only strive. But if Allah wills not, a fetus-"

Alma's words were held back when the chewy objects touched each other. What was? Why is it suddenly like this? One of his hands raised pushed slowly the chest of Jafar field. Little claustrophobic. He needs oxygen supply, too long this kiss.

"You ... Why are you, Mas?"

Jafar. The man approached and kissed her forehead briefly.

"Don't say anything like that, Alma. I don't like it. Shouldn't you be able to keep your mouth? You don't forget that sometimes human speech can be a do'a. So please say something nice from your lips. If it can't? You're more silent."

That's what Alma read after fifteen seconds her husband wrote and put the notebook on the bed. Then Jafar entered the bathroom, without looking at him again.

You are right, Mum ...

Alma preached many times, pleading whatever his prejudices would be to the creator. Jafar's right. Why are people like him who can speak not good at oral care?

"Mas .." said Alma when she saw the bathroom door open again.

Jafar approached and sat down next to him.

"Sorry."

Jafar nodded.

"I don't promise to be able to keep my mouth as good as my previous ones, Mas. But I will keep trying. Thanks for taking me, Mom."

Jafar nodded again.

This room is quiet. Even dimly lit, because the main lights of the room are turned off by Jafar, and from the hotel glass can be seen the view of the city center is getting late. Maybe now it has entered eight o'clock at night, always the lights are arranged in high buildings make its own beauty in the center of this city.

Alma's hand felt in the hand. Jafar has also changed into casual clothes, not work as well. Because before the magrib everything was done. The air conditioner swept over his shoulders, the temperature of this room was somewhat unfriendly. He was about to get up to take the AC remote, but did not have time.

The chewy object of Jafar again kissed Alma's right shoulder, until it spread to the neck. Then in his attitude, a long mane that covers the beautiful neck of the wife. Smell alike. Always make him like.

"You ... want some more?"

Jafar's left hand rubbed gently on Alma's left cheek for a moment to make a slightly pale red lip because the wife did not dress up.

Irrespective.

"No pa-pa, really .. if ..." Alma avoided Jafar's gaze. "You again, Mum."

Jafar again kissed every inch of the wife's body. Just like it was yesterday afternoon, but now there was something different about Alma as she looked at the upper lingerie. There's a red sign there.

"Why?"

Jafar.

"That's ... the former was ..." Jafar suddenly touched one of the mounds. "Maos ..."

Jafar stop.

"I am .. I am ha-haus. I'll have a drink first."

Jafar was silent for a moment. A moment later he regained his senses and smiled faintly away from Alma's body who hurriedly got up close to the table face-to-face with the sofa. Then immediately sip mineral water.

Jafar looked at him as if asking, already?

"You ... continue?" tanya Alma approached Jafar, again.

"Can?" Jafar moved his lips.

Alma nodded. "Can. If you want to."

"You."

Alma laughed lightly at her slightly upset husband. He lay down first in bed and followed by Jafar.

Actually ... still hurts, Mas.