Waiting Morning

When Widow Girl Meet Prince Beret Purple

A Cessna Caravan chartered by FirstTv landed at Asikin Airport, which was badly damaged by the tsunami. Beena was on the plane with FirstTv officials to bring various kinds of assistance collected from donations made by FirstTv.

Beena was happy to be back on the portico, able to entertain the children of the tsunami victims, and spread the benefits of delivering the news with Bimo. Beena's return to Aceh based on the rating results that catapulted the news channel he brought the other day.

Beena's arrival this time was really welcomed by Bimo, he missed the figure of an older brother who for three days was far away from him.

Yes, even though only three days apart, in fact Bimo the introverted human really feels a longing for an older sister who is able to change his view on the importance of social relationships.

“ Mbak Beena...” shouted Bimo.

Shouts from one of the cameramen led Akbar to stop his activities .

This time Akbar can only do a cardboard relay of instant noodles that just got off the plane. Due to the incident the other day that caused his leg still injured.

“ Mbak Beena..”

bimo shouted once more while waving his hands then dashed towards him.

Beena's second name made Akbar convinced, if he did not hear wrong. Akbar directed his gaze, looking for the figure in question.

Finding Beena's figure who was greatly missed, Bimo reflexes immediately hugged her. Bimo noticed his excess attitude and immediately let go.

“ Sory..sory mbak, I'm so happy because”

“ Since when did you turn into a human” ask bang Billy who participated in the group.

“ Bang ” Beena elbowed the body of Billy who was right beside her.

“ You're healthy right Bim?” ask Beena.

“ Praise God for being healthy, I'm happy to be back here."

" What time?" Beena poked her lips.

" I'm a fuckin' Bim"

" Mbak's oath, I miss the same careless you mbak. Hm..but Nizar mas must be much more fun and definitely kangen really! ”

“ Doctor Nizar is also here?” ask Billy.

“ Yes bang”

The three of them were like people who were reunion, but only a few days did not meet.

Suddenly an athletic army figure with a retrained step stood between them.

“ Beena...” call her by drift.

Got someone calling her Beena looking over.

Deg, man,

The handsome soldier figure dressed in striped sleeves with the folded arm model accentuates the muscularity of the stocky arm. The typical skin color of the sunburned soldier and the wounds on his feet depict the figure of a warlord who is not afraid to attack.

For a while the two were still staring at each other, dumbstruck. Between believing and not believing. Finally, the meeting that had been awaited by the two had come to the end of the wait.

“ Ahem..”

Billy cleared his throat, making Beena and Akbar realize that this is indeed real.

Beena introduced the three in turn.

" Oh yeah, I know this Bang Billy. He's my boss at firstTv" Beena said.

The two shook hands and took turns to name each of them.

" Billy Silitonga" said Billy.

" Shaiful Akbar" Akbar replied with a firm and firm hand.

" Abimanyu Wicaksono, commonly called Bimo" Bimo said as he thrust his hand. Akbar replied by saying his name.

" His name is really Java" asked Akbar.

" Yes, but I can't java. My crossbreed, mama betawi, papak Solo. I was born and named only in Java". Bimo said while grinningly flaunting his teeth

The bumbling sight of the two forces Billy to pull Bimo away. “ Come Bim, we give them space for reunion”. Said Billy.

“ Yes bang, I also do not want to be a mosquito here” replied Bimo who was increasingly seen out of his insecure zone, by accepting the presence of several friends in his life.

“ Hey widow girl, apparently this beret prince bonumu”

“Widow girl?purple beret?”

Murmured Akbar, he then smiled for a more detailed explanation why the name was addressed to Beena.

Beena flicked her thin lips at Bang Billy, bowing her red face in shame.

“ Hm. Has it been a while in Aceh?” beena asked to switch the conversation.

“ Explain first why your friend says widow girl?”

“ It..anu mas.

Hm..." Beena was getting more confused, what way she should explain it.

" His condition is even ham-hem-ham-hem".

" Anu mas..." Beena was running out of words.

" why? Have you lost your rhetorical talent?" ask Akbar.

" Apaan anyway, just met you have been arguing" replied Beena while bowing her face because she held the shame. A clumsy feeling enveloped him because he first met the person he had longed for.

Beena switched her debate with Akbar. Yes, because if it continues his face will suddenly be like a boiled crab.

Akbar then forced Beena to pull towards the nearest post, both of them sitting on a tree trunk carried by the flood currents that were beside the post.

"Yes..."

" Yes..."

Both call at the same time.

" You go first" Pinta Akbar. " What do you want to ask?" continued.

" Ah, no mas first" replied Beena.

" No.no...Lady's first. In my union always put ethics in women" Akbar alibi.

Don't want to lose, Beena quibbled." But in my religion there is an adab to glorify the leader. "

" Ok, I give up because you bring religion. No objection to religion."

Beena smiled triumphantly.

"How are you Na?" tanya Akbar started the conversation

" Thank God, as you can see. I'm healthy, mas myself?"

" I'm a lot healthier ..", not done answering Beena's already cut it.

" Well that's a mas leg?" beena said while glancing at Akbar's feet wrapped in cassa cloth that was no longer white signifies an unusual wound.

" I'm much healthier than I was yesterday, I'm much healthier after seeing you".

" Ash.the army is globalizing".

" Oh yeah, explain to me why friends call you a widow girl!"

" Anu mas's. Hm, that's because I like purple and almost the equipment in my work room is purple so my friends like to bully me with the title of widow girl. Said purple it's color widow” .

" Isn't it because you're crazy about the purple beret guy?" akbar Goda.

" uhg.pede once pack this one soldier. I love purple bougeenville flowers, which never wither"

" As your miss to me?" akbar asked while chuckling at Beena's explanation.

” So the purple beret guy who made you so, evil once he”.

Akbar smiled widely.

“ Yes, so evil I until now waiting for him” reply Beena.

“ Continue if you have met the same culprit want to be diapain?” akbar Goda.

“ Hm...about what punishment is appropriate for a crackle like him?” Both laughed happily.

Akbar finally told me about the events in Bandung a few years ago, which caused him to losecontact with Beena. Beena also recounted the times he waited for Akbar's arrival. Didn't expect the two to meet at a place full of grief stories.

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