Waiting Morning

Looking for the owner of the sweet voice

As usual, from morning until noon Beena reported live updated information of the victims. As a news anchor, the beautiful level added hijab that closes the aura adds to its elegance.

During the encounter with the victims make carried away the atmosphere. Sometimes he could not hold back his tears even though he was live.

The appearance and style of Beena that was watched by millions of pairs of eyes throughout Indonesia made him famous.

Father and mother are quite treated to see the news of their youngest child from the tv screen. Because as long as Beena was on rencong land, they could not contact Beena easily.

Beena grabbed her remaining phone with a two-strip battery alone. Since the power cut, Beena and other volunteers have had to make careful use of the electric current.

Because, to charge the battery only they have to go to the post bakornas PBP.

Tut's...Tut's...

The outgoing call by Beena is addressed to her father.

after saying his greetings, Beena gave up longing for the man who had always been her first love.

" Assalamu'alaikum"

" Alaikumussalam's. " In the spirit of the father answered greetings from across the street"

" Thank God, I can hear your voice Na". Continue father.

"Father is the same healthy mother?"

"Alhamdulillah, healthy. Ye?

"Beena's here healthy too, Dad"

Mother who had just performed the Dzuhur prayer rushed to the father, Hearing the name Beena spoken by the father, the mother immediately seized the cellphone that the father was holding.

" O Allah Na, I see you in tivi. And happier still with your voice now"

" Thank God it's the mother's unrelenting prayer"

Just a few minutes into the call, Beena's phone battery has given a warning.

" Mommy, sorry. Beena's cell phone battery is limited. It's a little hard to charge Mom here".

"Yes, I understand. I can call you back sometime, right?"

"God willing "Mom "

"Please on health"

"Yes ma'am, Beena hang up? Assalamu'alaikum"

" Wa'alaikumussalam"

The connection was cut off, though it was only a few minutes in fact it treated Beena's longing for the parents she cared about so much.

Beena took a breath.

From the other direction Bimo walked towards Beena. With a lethargic face and looking a little messy.

“ Bim, make sure take care of your health yes “ Beena tidying up her luggage.

“ So go home today mbak? Who am I the same?”

Bimo is a little sad if he has to part with Beena, Bimo's introverted attitude that makes him only comfortable with certain people only makes him riled, he feels he has no one but Beena.

During his partner with Beena, Bimo felt that this senior was a motherly friend. The love of a mother that he has not had. He can feel it by interacting with Beena.

Especially in Aceh, he really felt the attention of an older sister who he craved. Bimo is the eldest child and has one younger sister. And their relationship was not harmonious.

Bimo always distanced himself from his mother, because he felt his mother was a cruel person preferring his stepfather over Bimo. And with Beena the sense of insecure Bimo began to erode.

“ Take it easy, there will be Vero. Said bang Billy, mbak Vero is on his way here”

Beena walked over to Bimo, patting him on the shoulder.

“ Spirit, keep healthy”.

Bimo had to smile to hide his sadness ,

“ mbak, can I hug you?” bimo asked doubtfully.

Beena smiled, then shook her head and only retorted with Bimo's hand.

“ You are a great man, I am sure you are strong.”

Beena let go of his grasp and patted Bimo on the shoulder.

“ Ganbatte”

Heli owned by TNI AU delivered Beena and other journalists who will return to Jakarta.

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Tonight, Akbar and Yoseph finished the task early. Akbar sat in front of the post while looking at the children's post across the street.

“ Nightmare bang..” Yoseph patted Akbar on the shoulder.

Joseph looked at the children's post, nothing different. As usual there are volunteers who are entertaining children before bedtime.

“ You remember the song yesterday?” ask Akbar.

Yoseph scratched his head not itchy, increasingly do not understand the direction of Akbar's talk.

“ Doraemon?” ask Yoseph

“ Yes, tonight there is no more that song”

“ How are you bang, definitely change the song. Let the kids ga bosen”

“ No, not the song. But his voice, these two days I did not hear that melodious voice”.

“ Don't say brother has a crush on the sweet voice chick” Yoseph chuckles.

“ Lagian bang, Sister Mary would like to be accompanied. She is beautiful, well, the son of the general pula”

“ Me and Mary it's just friends bro. Anyway, I'm still waiting for Beena”'s answer.

“ So as long as you came home yesterday you haven't met too?”

Akbar shook his head, then moved from his seat.

With a gawking expression, Joseph could not believe it.

" Well, you're a bang, that's terrible!"

Akbar stood near the tent pole, looking at the dark and overcast Aceh sky, it seemed like it would rain again tonight. While folding both hands he began to tell stories.

" I went to his house, but it turns out that he and his family were in Jogja"

Joseph stood up and walked up to Akbar. " It's tragic the fate of your love bang" Yoseph patted Akbar's shoulder repeatedly.

“ You know, the doraemon girl? her voice was like Beena”

" Bang, in this world many humans are similar. Do you know singer Nadi Baraka? her voice resembled that of Haji Rhoma Irama!"

" I don't know, but I believe that Doraemon's voice is the same girl's voice. The girl I'm looking for"

Akbar then stood up and left Joseph.

“ Want to where bang”

“ I want to find out the owner of that melodious voice!” akbar shouted running small towards the post with a speck of rain.

Arriving at the children's post, Akbar swept his gaze in all directions. There was no face he knew.

There's no Beena in there.

" Excuse me" Akbar told one of the volunteers.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I want to find a woman who likes to entertain children in the post"

"I mean, who is it? because here are many personnel and we take turns entertaining children".

" a few days ago I heard the voice of a volunteer singing the song Doraemon. I'm looking for the guy who sings that song. You know who he is?"

" I'm sorry, I've only been here a day. And don't know personally one by one all the volunteers here".

With a lethargic face, Akbar passed. But Akbar is not the name if you have to give up just like that. He never gave up on anything.

Akbar continued to search for information about people who often accompanied the children at night. He asked the other volunteers, though they had not yet referred to Beena.

At least he got more convincing news than the information said that the person in question was a female reporter from one of the leading television stations.

Someone showed a cameraman who often along with the news anchor. As it was getting late and the rain was not going to stop, Akbar decided to stop his search.

" Maryam Tabeena, whenever I keep looking for you. I'll make sure, I'll find you and ask for your answer" he said in his heart.

***