Almahyras

Section 8

...8 : The Pending Will....

"Marry Jafar, son. Then stay in the pesantren with Ummi and Jafar."

Be married?

For the umpteenth time Alma had to hear that sentence back. He sighed for a moment, as much as he could control his emotions. So that no more bad words that he said and hurt Umm Salamah again. Then he replied to the gentle swipe and said softly, "Before ... Alma wants to apologize. Because--"

Ummi Salamah. And he refuted, "It's not your fault, son. Indeed it was Ummi's fault for being too pushy."

Alma smiled knot. He understood that Umm Salamah was a righteous good man. So that he felt in the gaze of Ummi Salamah now there was no hatred. "Whatever Ummi says Alma will hear. But please Ummi, for now .. please allow Alma to apologize," pinta Alma.

Ummi Salamah nodded.

"Sorry, Ummi. Because Alma had insulted Jafar and made Ummi cry listening to the insult" said Alma.

Umm Salamah looked at him with sadness. Then he said, "Ummi has forgiven you, son."

Umm Salamah slightly lowered her head, to invite her to sit beside him. But again he refused subtly. Let Umm Salamah sit on the bed and she sits on the floor. Alma took this as his courtesy to Umm Salamah.

"Regarding the marriage that Mother has entrusted it ... Alma is ready" said Alma.

The netra Ummi Salamah seemed to be sparkling to hear what Alma said. "Alhamdulillah. You serious?"

Alma nodded. "Yes, Ummi. But please give Alma a little time."

"Wak-tu?" Ummi Salamah.

Perhaps Umm Salamah would have thought that the time he asked for was an endless willingness. It means the same, Jafar must wait for something uncertain.

"Alma will marry Jafar. But not anytime soon, Ummi. Give Alma at least seven months to convince himself" said Alma.

It's about trust, Ummi.

But marriage is the longest worship that must be decided carefully.

Alma hope Ummi understands.

"Seven months, right?"

Alma nodded quickly. "Yes, Ummi."

Umm Salamah agreed to the request. Alma felt so relieved, because at least for the next seven months he could focus on the things he planned for the future. That is, publish a book and continue the business of Aunt Maryam's shop. And obviously also, for seven months he will try to solidify himself to be Jafar's companion.

"Regarding the hernia you're suffering from, Ummi will pay---"

Alma shook her head immediately. "No, Ummi. Alma is not yet Ummi's son-in-law, Alma is still a stranger. At least Ummi does not need to be excessive in helping Alma, because it will make Alma feel more guilty," he said.

Ummi Salamah's forehead shriveled. "Foreigners? You're not Ummi's son-in-law yet, son. But Ummi never thought you were a stranger."

Alma looked down deeply after hearing that. Indeed, every word that Umm Salamah said was enough to describe that he loved this orphan girl - who was not even his daughter-in-law. Is this a portrait of his parents alive - especially, his mother? This is really luck. Regardless of how later Jafar treated her, Alma still felt the happiest woman because Umm Salamah was her future mother-in-law.

"Ummi not embarrassed? Because you have a daughter-in-law like Alma?" ask Alma.

Umm Salamah laughed. "Why should you be ashamed, son? You are beautiful, you can cook and you are obviously a girl. So where should Ummi be ashamed of?"

Alma looked up, looking at the shady netra of Ummi Salamah deeply. Are the shortcomings that he has not printed clearly in front of Ummi Salamah? He always mentioned the advantages, as if Alma had no lack.

"Ummi wants Alma to mention the one-on-one lack of Alma, right? At least Ummi can select first, in case Alma is not suitable can immediately Ummi dethrone from the row of prospective daughter-in-law Ummi dream," said Alma with a soft laugh.

Alma's head was wrapped in a veil in a gentle swab Umm Salamah. Then Umm Salamah replied with anxiety, "No need. You'll never step down, because you're Ummi's own chosen daughter-in-law."

Three seconds later Umm Salamah said, "Jafar is talking, son. You may have trouble communicating with him. Maybe even ... you'll feel shy--"

"Tempo?" sahut Alma's.

Ummi Salamah nodded. His netra turned into a mute when he wanted to continue his speech. "Ummi understands Nak, that every human being wants to have a perfect partner. Same with you, right? Then it would be very natural if one day you feel ashamed of Jafar--"

Alma refuted quickly, "Because Jafar is not a perfect husband?"

Ummi Salamah was silent. Alma's words are true. Jafar is not a perfect man. Even if being the child of a person is, it will not let go of the possibility of it happening.

"Ummi ..," Alma paused for a moment. The hand of Umm Salamah. Then he said again, "If the basis of receiving someone is perfect. So Alma was sure that not a single human being on earth felt in love."

"Even married," continued Alma.

Ummi Salamah nodded. "You're right, son."

Alma sighed softly. I don't know why Umm Salamah remembers her mother who died eight years ago. The reckless Netra Alma was fixed on the thigh of Ummi Salamah who was wrapped in a black robe. "May Alma fall here, Ummi?" ask Alma slowly.

"May, dear," replied Umm Salamah with a smile that was so bright and sparkling eyes.

Alma lay his head on Ummi Salamah's thigh. Then welcome with a gentle swipe from the hands of Umm Salamah on his head. A few seconds of silence ensued, Alma enjoyed the swipe and Umm Salamah looked straight at each of the things arranged in the room of his son-in-law.

"During her stay with Aunt Maryam, Alma learned a lot from Uncle Idrus, Mi."

Hearing Alma's words, Umm Salamah thought for a moment. "What did you learn from your uncle, son?"

"Much, Ummi."

Alma's smile recounts as her memories revolve around the past, where Uncle Idrus used to teach her a few things. From archery, shooting, horseback riding, and so many other things. Every smile that Uncle Idrus threw at him was clearly imprinted in Alma's memory.

"The one you remember so well?" ask Umm Salamah.

Alma's memories go back to diving in the past. He spoke by closing his eyes. "At the age of Alma nineteen years. Uncle Idrus said it was natural for humans to fall in love. So did Alma. He said, reasonable. But there is an impropriety when man loves only the perfect side. Just as humans want to look perfect. It still has its own flaws and lack. So said Uncle Idrus, Mi."

Alma. He opened his eyes and took a breath for a moment, then pulled the left tip of his robe to close his wrist. Then he spoke again, "Uncle Idrus also told Alma, that the best basis for loving someone is an airy heart."

Alma paused again with a glance he looked at Ummi Salamah. "Ummi want to know? The reason Uncle Idrus said that the basis for love is a big heart?"

Ummi Salamah nodded with that gaze back.

Alma had again laid his head on Umm Salamah's thigh. His left and right hands played the robe he was wearing. Then he said again, "The reason .. is because of Aunt Maryam. A woman whose only Uncle Idrus loved, without the slightest intention, even though there were no children in their marriage" said Alma.

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The digital clock shows at 20:39 WIB. And dinner together which is usually done at 20:00 WIB changed to bakda isya. Because there is an announcement, that tomorrow will be held once a month, to make the orphanage children happy and eliminate boredom.

Alma is in the room. His hands shrewdly picked up scissors, duct tape, and some decorative lights that he kept from his Aunt Maryam. When he turned around, he faced his bed-neatra kept staring and his memory returned where he poured out all his heart to Umm Salamah. He was also willing to accept his marriage to Jafar.

Suddenly he screamed and squatted. Then he muttered, "Oh Allah, shame! What if Ummi Salamah thinks that I'm a spoiled woman?"

His memory is back again. Where Alma lay his head on the thigh of Umm Salamah. Not to mention when he was about to go back to the boarding school Ummi Salamah dyed his head repeatedly.

"Ah, shame! Why did I suddenly fall asleep on Ummi's thigh?" Alma continuously grumbled, recalling the events that revolved around her beautiful head wrapped in a black veil.

"Sir Al .. ma, what are you doing?" The voice was heard from the shy girl standing in the door-way of God.

Alma. "Huh? The sister? A-anu .. i-it's take this, Nay!" he said it by showing the things he was carrying.

Alma smiled clumsyly. "Ah, this is Nay's practice! Practice understanding yourself. That's why my brother spoke unclearly. Nay, let's go to the field!"

When arriving at the field obviously so many people who are busy passing by preparing for tomorrow's event. Even the senior Al-Hikmah pesantren also took part in following this event. Alma spread his gaze, from the right he saw four senior men sticking wood and put up a banner that read: Enter, play, and get a prize.

Maybe that's the entrance.

"Where's the tape?" ask Mardiyah with her outstretched hand.

Soon Alma handed over the duct tape. "His edits are in Kirana's wear again. You got scissors, Mar?"

"There's."

View Alma turned focus to Mardiyah who was in the middle of polling game box with gift paper patterned butterfly. After thinking many times it is good to invite Mardiyah to talk. "Continue this ... How will it play, Mar?" ask Alma.

Mardiyah's hand pointed at the spot where the banner was put up. "Later at the entrance. There are rules and procedures for playing" replied Mardiyah.

"The rules and procedures are all the same?"

Mardiyah replied with a nod.

"Sister Alma, this is. Thanks," Kirana said by returning the scissors to him.

"Oh, yes. Brother is called Salsa. Salsa said, told her to bring her decorative lights there," continued Kirana by pointing to the place where Salsa was standing. In front of the banner.

"Ready."

Alma steps closer to Salsa. But when he was about to get in front of Salsa someone hit his shoulder quite hard. "Ah," she lamented.

"Gee!" Spontaneous someone who hit down. And Alma saw clearly, that what had hit him was Lutfan. "Gu-gue apologizes. I didn't mean it, I didn't."

Not intentionally? Where are your eyes placed?!

"Gue collected the decorative lights," said Lutfan again after taking the decorative lights scattered on the ground. Fortunately, it did not hit a puddle.

"Yes." Yeah."

Lutfan was still standing in front of him. Even with a light laugh staring at him. "It turns out there are still girls who if you talk to guys as necessary, do not overdo it. Take elo."

"Please if you have no interest, step aside. I want to go to Salsa, but you're blocking my way" Alma tried to speak so quietly and patiently. Although in fact it was fed up because the man in front of him did not leave.

"Gue is not your boss. Don't wear me-my dong. Feels so old---"

Salsa came as a savior for him. Then looked at Lutfan and refuted, "Mas Lutfan, please don't disturb Ms. Alma."

"This. The task of Umma Sarah to make sampean," continued Salsa by handing over the newspapers. Then Salsa looked at the three senior men Al-Hikmah then continued to say, "Sampean threesome please help Mas Lutfannya."

"What's? T-this is what Salsa is? Um no-may-"

Salsa refuted again, "Maybe anyway, Mas. He said that allowing his only son to be made in order."

The son? So he's Umma Sarah's son?

Lutfan's eyes are wide. It made Alma laugh. It was seen that the man in front of him and Salsa was rancid. "Tasks must be carried out as well as possible, Lutfan. Denying only makes you extend your service life even more" said Alma.

"Gue did not expect... Umma was able to do this." The last murmur that Alma and Salsa heard. Before the man with the stout, handsome and fair skin turned around.

"Any," muttered Alma.

Salsa chuckled at hearing that. "Come, Ma'am. It's a strange radak Mas Lutfan iku."

"This is the decorative lamp, Sal," said Alma by giving up some decorative lights to Salsa's left hand.

Salsa took a trapezoidal wooden ladder with a little length, then used by him when installing decorative lights around the wooden banner.

"Be careful, Sal."

"Come, Ma'am. Please takean double tip iku Mbak," Salsa pinta by pointing the tape that is on the wooden table right side of the wooden banner.

By walking one step to the side Alma immediately took the tape and scissors located on the table. And edit a little and hand it over to Salsa.

"You open it yourself, Sal?" alma Pinta.

Salsa nodded.

After helping Salsa decorate the entrance which takes about seven minutes. He and Salsa rest and drink tea that has been prepared by the senior in the kitchen. The night is getting late, and so is the cold after the rain that is increasingly rippling on the side of his open robe.

"Aren't you cold, Ma'am?"

Alma nodded with a right hand that kept the small glass from her lips. "Yes, Sal. Good thing to drink hot tea, not iced tea."

So many seconds together mute enjoy hot tea and cold. Finally Salsa moved to sit next to him and then suddenly said, "Bak likes yo same Mas Lutfan?"

"Huh? Wh-what's Sal?"

Salsa's questions made her feel clumsy. How can Salsa suddenly conclude that Alma likes Lutfan? Only a few days later, the man was here. Even his interaction with Lutfan was a limited-collision.

"Mom, like ndak?" salsa, again.

Soon Alma shook his head with the hand he raised up and swung to the right and left. "No, Sal" he said.

"If same ... Mas Jafar?"

Alma's left eyebrow raised. "What's the same Jafar?"

"Sampean like Mas Jafar?"

Alma's eyes were wide open upon hearing the question Salsa had said. This girl once invited to talk why so many questions asked? Very dizzying.

"One's feelings are personal, Sal. So it's good you don't need to know, let alone force," replied Alma.

Salsa. Put the glass on the kitchen floor. Then Salsa turned, looked at him deeply and said, "And I just want to know, Ma'am."

"Make it clear that the feelings they have are the same, Mardiyah is not wrong" continued Salsa.

Mardiyah likes Jafar?

Note:

• when a conversation with Salsa occurs you will often hear the word :

Sidean/pean: You

Iyo : Yes

Iku : That