Almahyras
Season 2, Part 3: I Doubt With Myself

Regret you said? Astaghfirullah, Jafar's inner self who started typing on the laptop. "I have no regrets. Why did you conclude like that?"

"If that were all clear."

Until a minute passed Jafar did not write anything. He still did not move his hand, until the sound of crying Dilara who called his wife made Alma run towards the room Dilara. Jafar who saw, immediately closed the laptop and moved from his seat.

"Hussst." Alma rubbed the gentle mane of her son. "Mama's here, honey. Umpidiously. Don't cry. Here's Mama hug, honey."

Jafar's hand was lifted, about to wipe Dilara's mane. But restrained when he saw his son so tightly hugged the wife. Dilara really loves you, Alma. How can I feel sorry? I am really happy for the presence of this one of our hearts, the mind that only looks at Dilara and Alma who embrace each other.

"Dilala was a big dream, Ma. Dilala fear, sleep no one nemenin." Dilara is seen rubbing her nose with her right hand. "Dilala wants to be a man .. hiks .. bial can take care of Dilala, Ma."

Jafar who heard that looked down, he was confused how to calm his son. Alma continued to say, "Udah. There is Mama here. Mama promised to keep Dilara."

"No. .. would not. Sometimes Mama pelgi, Dilala lived here alone, sometimes also with Grandma," continued Dilara.

"The old promise will not go away again. Mama if you go to the appointment with Dilara. Udah, yes dear, stop crying," replied Alma with still rubbing the mane of the Son.

Dilara took off the hug. "Mama didn't lie, did she?"

"No, Honey. Mama didn't lie."

Dilara has fallen asleep again. Alma is seen rising up first leaving Dilara's room, then followed by Jafar. But when he returned to the room the wife was not there, he turned to approach the kitchen. Alma was busy there, he chose to approach, and hugged his wife from behind.

"Eh. Athaghfirullah, Dad. You take it," said Alma who was busy stirring.

Jafar sucked his head into Alma's neck, and inhaled his wife's scent several times. I'm sorry, Alma. Excuse me. Please forgive me, who has made you think like that, his mind with both hands that still tightly hugged the wife.

"Off, there will be Ummi."

Jafar.

"Keep what you want? It's malem. Let's go to sleep."

Jafar did not take his hand off. But moving the position of the hands to hold each other with Alma. While his wife just sighed and shook her head, then walked into the room with one of the hands holding a warm saffron.

"It's up to the room, Mas," said Alma who said Jafar was still touching his hand, not willing to take off. "Not off? How can I sleep, Mom?"

Jafar. He walked closer to the drawer, and opened it in the first drawer, taking the pen and notebook there. Then he approached Alma who was sitting on the lip of the bed.

"I want some more routine therapy, Alma. Please take me. Please don't be angry and don't think that way again." Jafar gave a pause in that notebook. "The reason I don't want to have another child with you is because I doubt it. I doubt myself. I'm afraid I can't educate our children."

Alma was silent for a moment.

Jafar nodded. His hands are back to writing. "Thank you, Alma."

"You're definitely cured, Mom." Alma paused, he turned around to take his gawai. "I'll call the clinic first, okay?"

Jafar nodded.

Alma had sent a brief message to the doctor who treated her husband first. Maybe he's busy, but it's okay, he's been alerting from the clinic as well.

Jafar moved his lips. "Have you?"

"Here you go, my mom."

Alma put the dress back. Then give a warm saffron to Jafar and ask her husband to take a sip slowly.

"Nake?"

Jafar nodded, giving Alma an empty glass.

"Let's go to sleep, Mas."

Jafar.

"Aren't you sleepy? Tomorrow you leave for an outlet out of town. It's gonna be tired, Mom."

Jafar suddenly stretched out his arms, drawing closer to Alma. Then dropped his head on the wife's left shoulder, with a hand that slowly crept across the slender waist.

"I'm sorry about you, Mom. I'm not angry."

Jafar sighed softly when he heard Alma's words. I want to hug you again, Alma. I want to hug a woman who is really willing to devote her life to a man like me. It has even given me a matchless happiness. Jafar moved his head, tears filling his eyes. How can you forgive me so easily, Alma? I hurt you by setting boundaries between you and me.

"Maos ..." Alma's hand raised rubbed the nape of her husband's neck. "Easy, huh? Let's go to sleep."

Jafar took off a hug, his netting instantly stared at each other, and just as Alma was about to say a word, he quickly touched the two jaws of the wife. Then unite the two chewy objects, and slowly move to the left, down to the neck of the level of the wife.

"Maos ..."

Jafar did not heed Alma, his hands were getting busier and busier about touching everywhere. Until he stopped for a moment, when the wife sighed, her net looked at my Alma.

"Just a minute, huh Mas?"

Jafar nodded.