Waiting Morning

Special Jogja

Yogyakarta, yogyakarta,

Not only known as the city of education, in this city is also known as the city of culture.

Enjoy a variety of food on the side of the road along Malioboro with a variety of treats street artists. Make people feel at home and can spend hours inhaling the hustle and bustle of the heart of Jogjakarta.

Friendly food in the pocket for the size of students/students becomes its own attraction which causes this street is always crowded never empty of visitors.

For Beena, tonight is very happy because after struggling with the coverage that makes her tired, she can enjoy the art of street theater organized by Jogja artists.

A chance he rarely gets. And as a literary person, of course this is like an oasis in the middle of the desert.

Not enough just in Malioboro, Beena and the group then walked up to zero kilometers Jogjakarta. Of course for the coverage material this time.

Beena is delighted to join FirstTv and have a solid team. They got a program of events about the cultures in Indonesia.

This program fits Beena who loves art, literature and culture.

During his time in Jogja, Nizar became a good personal driver. He was never late to take or pick up Beena on the sidelines of the busy hours of practice at Elizabeth Hospital as a surgeon.

This time Beena enjoyed theatrical art with the production team and of course there was Nizar.

On the bench occupied by five people, Bang Bily, Bimo, Reyna, Beena and Nizar. They are engrossed in their respective activities.

Bimo edited a video with Bily, Beena edited the narrative for the coverage. And Reyna prefers to serve what all three need rather than having to follow along.

Yeah, because I like slow. Reyna used to mess up the job.

As for Nizar, he was just a motorcycle taxi driver waiting patiently for Beena.

Sometimes Nizar takes pictures of Beena candidly. Despite being serious in front of the laptop, Beena still dazzles.

" Na, how long?"

"A little more bang, why?"

"We go first, right? Reyna kept that up"

Bang Bily pointed towards Reyna who was silencing her mouth concealing the drowsiness that was engulfing her.

" Yes bang, besides this fun theater. Awkwardly" Beena smiled

"Ok, Zar we go first

Nitip Beena yes".

"Yes bang, done" answered Nizar familiarly to the person who was a few years adrift of his age.

Seeing Beena's face that really enjoyed the show made Nizar not dare to take her home.

While occasionally glancing at the watch in his hand that has shown at 23:50 WIB.

Tut...

A call came in at the Nizar phone.

“ Hello bah” replied Nizar to his Abah across there.

“ Beena already picked up?”

“ Already sump, we are still in Loji”

“ Quickly go home, it's not nice to bring girls guys night-night”.

“ Yes bah, we rumah”.

The call is interrupted, Nizar is forced to invite Beena to come home soon.

“ Hey, what time is it?” nizar asked while showing her the watch.

Beena smiled, and immediately tidied up the laptop she was using to do the script of her reporting assignment.

“ Sorry mas, so forgot gini” time

“ Let's go home quickly, before I'm interrogated your brother and father”.

“ Yes..iya”.

Beena rushed to the car park.

Nizar opens the car door for Beena. Then the Nissan Xtrail drove away from the zero-kilometer point of Yogyakarta.

“ Sorry yes mas... “ Beena feel bad.

“ Ga anything, most later I tell us to marry”.

Nizar seduces Beena by staying in control of the steering wheel and speeding away.

“Maaass.”

Beena glared at Nizar and landed a punch on Nizar's shoulder with the backpack he had been holding onto.

“ Ouch...sorry..sorry...I kidding”. Nizar stroked his shoulder which Beena was targeting.

“ You are happy with the theatrical kayak earlier?”

Beena nodded while replying to the message on her phone.

Bang Bily showed me a place tomorrow to gather.

“ Adjiman Ariaji, WS.Rendra, Teguh Karya, Slamet Raharjo, Nano Riantriarno, Rahman Sabur, Rudolf Puspa, Nasjah Djamin, Arifin C Noer”.

Beena complains of some of the names of theater artists he likes while staring at the long streets of Jogjakarta .

“Modern theater, coma theater, mobile theater, Earth theater, hmmm.

Beena nodded.

" Yes, that's also kind of theatrical"

“ Hm... sometime I take you to Sriwedani street in Ngupasan, there is ketoprak routine tampanan there”.

“ When mas?” Beena gleeful.

“ Next week kayak”

“ Well..I've returned to Jakarta dong”

Beena turned her lips around and crossed her hands across her chest with a slightly disappointed expression.

Seeing Beena's regretful expression made Nizar become anxious and intended to pinch her cheek.

Nizar's left hand reflexively approached Beena's cheek. Not yet had time to land on the delicate cheeks of the woman who made her fall in love, suddenly her phone rang.

“Astagfirullah..” Nizar was aware of his actions.

“ Why mas?”

“ Anu, it's in your veil there's a bug”

“ Where..mana..mana...” Beena wagged her hands in her veil to repel the insect in question.

“ Have gone as”

"What a mas!"

"Yes, it's flying."

"Flying ground, car glass cover. Where's the flight going?"

Beena is still analyzing the peculiarities of Nizar's behavior.

“ Mas, your hp rings on tu”.

"I'm driving, my hands can't take" Nizar teases Beena.

"Can I get you an HP in my shirt pocket?" Pinta Nizar while puffing her chest.

Buk...

This time Beena's backpack was right on Nizar's chest.

" Aw.sakit Na"

"Basic of a ignorant doctor! Just now you can take the steering wheel to take the insects. Now say you can't take hp, use the event ask for fetchin.

Beena stuck out her tongue.

"Name is also a business".

"Pantes aja rejected girls, lha wong jahilnya not kelistulungan!"

"Eit don't get me wrong, now the girl who ngantri much Na. But-"

"But what?"

"Udah ah.I picked up the phone first who knows the pretty girl"

Akbar took a hp on his shirt.

“ Yes, ummi”

“ You where is Zar?”

“ This is soon nyampe home mi”

“ Oh yes, be careful ya”

Connection interrupted.

"Right, the pretty girl called"

"aunty mas?"

"yes "

"Is Aunt angry with me?"

"Since when did Umi get angry?"

Beena smiled.

Yes, Aunt Farida is just like her mother. Never scolded him.

Once, when Beena was little. He told Nizar to climb a tree. Then Nizar fell down because the branches of the guava were not strong enough to hold his bulky body. This left Nizar with an injury.

Farida's mother and aunt only advised Beena not to ask Nizar to climb. Because Nizar's body is fat and very risky.

Fifteen minutes after the connection was cut, Beena and Nizar reached home.

Nissan xtrail stops at Nizar's home page.

He opened the door for Beena.

With a bow, Beena walked over to father and om Zul who had been waiting for their arrival for a long time.

Nizar looked more relaxed than Beena.

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