Waiting Morning

Scolded dad and brother

On the porch of a typical Joglo house that is quite spacious Beena's father and her brother Nizar are waiting. They enjoyed the chat until this late while waiting for the arrival of Beena .

“ Assalamu’alaikum” Beena and Nizar pronounce simultaneously.

“ Alaikumussalam “ Reply Beena and Nizar's father.

In turn they shake both.

“ From Anywhere Zar, until this hour new rumah” reprimand abah Zulfa.

“ Sorry bah, we watched the theater at Loji”.

Beena lowered her head, regretting her idea that forced Nizar to watch theater art performed by Jogjakarta artists.

“ What time is it? It's not good to bring girls until late like this” sergeah abah.

Seeing Nizar being the target of Om Zulfa's anger, Beena grew even more disheartened.

“ Sorry om, was Beena who asked mas Nizar to the Lodge and watched the theatrical from Jogja artists until it was finished.”

“ Anyone who invites, not good together until late at night gini” Beena's father refuted.

Not Beena by name, if you have to give up without an alibi.

He tried to refute his father's accusations if they were alone there.

“ We went rame-rame well, Bang Bily and other crew friends are also with us, yes mas”.

Beena asks for Nizar's approval, if what her father says is wrong.

" Yes, we went five"

“ Already...already, the important thing is that they have reached home safely” Umm Farida appeared from inside the house cutting their debate.

Umm Farida then approached Beena and took her.

“ Come on in, rest.

You must be tired”

"Yes, thank you"

Beena walks into the house while occasionally looking back to make sure that Nizar is okay.

Beena went into the room after cleaning her body and changed her clothes with a nightgown.

He performed two rakaat Sunnah prayers, saying all his wishes.

All the good for him, for his family, to come out Nizar and not to forget for the good of the person who is far in his eyes but always beautiful in his heart, Akbar.

Beena took off her face and put it on the nightstand. Then he took a cell phone and set an alarm so that tomorrow morning he should not be late to gather in a place that has been determined by bang Bily.

He immediately laid his body on the bed without caring about what was happening out there, was discussing what they were so that there were still strong voices of father and om Zulfa.

Geck...

Geck...

I went into Beena's room, man,

“ Na, already sleeping?”

“ Not yet Bu, just want to sleep ” Beena wake up and directly sit leaning on the head of the wooden carved bed.

Beena was prepared to answer any questions from her mother.

“ Where did the clock come home?”

“ Hm...anu ma'am, earlier after completion of coverage. Beena same friends to Malioboro. Continue to enjoy the Dutch building. Uh there's a theater show. Beena keep watching.”

"Why didn't you know your father?"

"Sorry Mom, Beena forgot"

"You are a habit, if you are engrossed in work often forget the news"

"Yes sorry Mom. Ma'am, did Nizar get scolded by me?"

"Dad didn't mean to scold Nizar. Just advising, coming home late at night with a daughter is not good"

" Yes Ma'am" Beena just bis lowered her head.

allowing you to live in Jakarta alone without any family. I'm afraid if you're mired in western-style free life".

"God does not ma'am, the provision of religious education that mother and father give will fortify Beena all the time".

"It's from the inside, it's not enough just that the outside environment Na is very influential."

"Mother and father's prayers that always protect Beena, Bu. Thank God in Jakarta, Beena has friends with a good environment all"

"Alhamdulillah"

Beena explained that she hoped her mother would understand the situation. Going home late is nothing new to Beena. During his time as a field reporter, he often came home in the early hours of the morning. Especially if there is news that is urgent or live forcing, he sometimes sleeps in the office.

“ Yes already, imply. Oh yes tomorrow morning father and mother return to Semarang”

“ Lho, he said he would like two weeks here. It's only been ten days bu”

“ Your father has missed Hassan Husein”.

"Oh yeah Beena nitip something for Hassan and Husein ya Bu"

Beena moved out of her bed. Took Jogja T-shirts and miniature rickshaws that he had bought for his two nephews.

"Please love this to them, ma'am, sorry after from Jogja like Beena directly to Jakarta".

"Don't stop by Na's house first?"

"Ga ma'am, maybe Beena's new year is taking a leave of absence."

"Oh yeah, I'll tell you the Twins. They must be happy."

“ Thank you mom. Oh, yeah Beena rest first ma'am. Tomorrow Beena leaves early in the morning”

Mother out of the room joined with father and om Zul on the terrace.

They were talking seriously with Nizar.

“ Once again sorryin Nizar bah, om Hadi” Nizar looks to regret his unequivocal attitude to Beena.

“ Yes, om understand. You must have a hard time resisting the will of the woman you care about. Isn't that bu?” I glanced at mom.

“ Lho..lho kok so bring mom” Bu Halimah do not accept new join directly mentioned his name.

“ You like the same Beena, Zar?” ask me ummu Farida.

Nizar did not answer. But the silence was quite clear what answer was on Nizar.

Mr. Hadi grabbed Nizar and patted his shoulder.

“ Great hope om, if you can be a companion Beena”. Said mr. Hadi.

“ Insyallah om, we leave everything to the destiny of God. I can only work on”

Hearing Nizar's answer made Hadi happy, at least when tomorrow they leave Jogja there is Nizar that they can rely on for the next four days.

“Oh yes Zar, tomorrow we return to Semarang. Nitip Beena ya“

“ Insignah om”

“ Don't call me, call me. Who are you, Zul ?“ dad glanced at his best friend.

"Yes, uh yeah..."

" Now, that's dong. It's good to hear, Mom?"

Mom nodded and smiled happily. Now it's just waiting for the right time for them to marry off his ragil son.

“ If Nizar just call you father and mother, just let Beena also have to call us abah ummi. Impasse right?” mr. Zulfa won't lose.

" Ah, that's a simple thing. Beena would love to call you Abah and ummi. Beena has been with Nizar since childhood."

“ Ngapunten Abah, dad, Nizar excuse me to rest first tomorrow there is an operating schedule early in the morning.

"Yes, kid, tomorrow you're gonna do Beena too, right?" ask mother.

"Nggheh Ma'am"

Nizar passed away leaving four people who were busy discussing the world of messaging.

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