Waiting Morning

Bismillah, preach at Rahmatullah mosque

The sunset sky in the courtyard of Rahmatullah Mosque, Lampuuk - Lhoknga becomes a beautiful background for lovers who have just met.

The chanting of the holy verse Al Qur’an from the loudspeaker before the Maghrib adhan reverberate adds to the martyrdom. His second story in the waiting period made him forget time.

" Na, sorry about you. Because the incident in Bandung at that time made you have to wait for years"

Beena simply replied to Akbar's statement with her sweet smile.

" You're sorry Na? "asked Akbar.

" I never regret anything that has passed. After all, God has guided our destiny to meet in His holy earth in a way full of benefits. Were it not for his scenario it would be impossible for me to be sent back to Aceh. So why should I regret".

" Ah, you were still Beena ten years ago"

"Ten years ago?" Beena asked again, asking Akbar to explain his statement.

" Yes, you're still the same as the time in the scout. The short question was answered long and wide" Akbar replied.

“ Oh yes Na, tonight there is no coverage activity?” ask Akbar

“ Ga there is mas, Bimo said starting tomorrow morning. Mostly later tonight nemenin kids in posko”.

“ So allow the melodious sound of doraemon song that you are singing!”.

Beena nodded, though,

“ So mas know?why not nyamperin I”.

“ Mas already want to go to the post at that time, but because there are other activities finally mengantungkan. The next night I searched again eh no”

Allahu akbar...

The muezzin's voice in the mosque just across from them forced the two to stop the conversation.

" Already Adzan, Na" .

Beena nodded, while answering the chant of the Adhan in her heart.

Akbar immediately moved from his original position, after reciting the prayer after the Adhan. He extended his hand.

Akbar took Beena's hand to the mosque to celebrate’ah.

The two walked towards the mosque just a few meters away from the post where they were chatting.

Lafadz iqomah chants invite all humans around the mosque to immediately establish prayer.

As usual, the prayer line is filled by local residents and volunteer academics, medics, and foreign volunteers who are Muslim.

But the prayer of worship this time felt different for Beena then he was unceasingly grateful for this meeting. A meeting that will change the course of her love story.

After the dhikr and prayer is finished, there are still some volunteers, the surrounding community and other TNI colleagues in the mosque just gathered, telling stories of unwinding during daily activities while waiting for the prayer time.

Suddenly Akbar stood up,

“ Assalamu’alaikum, my brothers' fathers all here. Let me tell something to the woman I love. A woman who has been patiently waiting for me without having to tell a long story".

Akbar sighed deeply, then continued his words. " Strong and strong woman". For a few seconds, Akbar stopped his sentence again. Imagine how almighty God herded his love scenario with his woman of worship.

" In speaking bismillah I preach thee Maryam Tabeena. Will you be my Maryam and educate my children later as Maryam's mother educated Isa Alaihis Salam?” akbar.

Heard his name being called from the opposite direction. Makes Beena widen her eyes.

While folding the face, Beena felt shocked at Akbar's actions this time.The sentence thrown by Akbar made Beena blush behind the mosque mihrab, the barrier of male and female worshipers. All the women turned towards Beena.

For a moment the mosque was silent, waiting for Beena's answer.

“ Brother let's be answered “ by middle-aged mothers.

Beena menarik nafas dalam satu tarikan lalu menghembuskannya pelan,

“ Bismilbornrahmanirrahim, Germany,

Being the figure of Maryam who mas Akbar wanted was too heavy for me who was just an ordinary human. But with all my imperfections, allow me to expound my time and myself by accompanying you to perform your sapta margamu as a soldier . In the portico of Mecca I received your sermon, Syaiful Akbar”.

“ Alhamdulillah.” exclaim all residents of the mosque.

Akbar handed a gold letter brooch gleaming purple swarowsky gems to the woman next to Beena to dress her in the hijab she was wearing.

The brooch has found its owner. Beautiful and graceful look stuck to the chest to the left of Beena.

" Barakallah, it turns out that the disaster in Aceh gave mashakhah for these two people" said the imam of the mosque.

All mosque worshipers alternately congratulate both.

Finished the salam-salaman event, adzan isya echoed by mu'adzin. All good prayers are offered between the time of Adhan and iqomah, because that time is one of the times of mustajabah.

The pilgrims perform the prayer of isya with tumakninah and full of indecision.

After the haru and romantic atmosphere in a mosque, Akbar drove Beena to a children's evacuation post.

" Yes..."

" Yes, mas"

" Can I call you, baby?"

" What? the babe? no..gak..norak tau" refused Beena.

" Or I'll call you honey, how?"

"Honey.honey" Beena repeats Akbar's words in a soft tone and laughs. " Huh.let alone it, the same shame abg mas children"

" What is dong? I want to call you with special words".

" Hm...What is it? it's up to you, if for such matters I don't have an idea" Beena replied as she accelerated her steps until Akbar was left a few steps behind from Beena.

" cin,love..." Akbar.

Beena shook her head, indicating disapproval.

"Sweety?" akbar.

Beena remained shaken and focused on the path that was before her.

" Bee" cried Akbar.

This time Beena stopped and turned around, Beena smiled and nodded her head.

Bee's affectionate call, which Akbar gave, had already earned Beena's approval.

Bee can be from the word hubby or bee (bee) sweet is considered the most suitable, and to disguise it so as not to be too ambiguous is taken from the name Beena. Today is a happy day for Akbar and Beena.

From the direction of the evacuation post was crowded by the children of the post residents, they were very enthusiastic when they saw Beena walking closer to the post area.

" She, I went to the post first huh? just take a break" .

Akbar shook his head, "I'm curious to see you play with the kids. The events of the other day seemed to be very exciting".

" Convinced? it could be long!" challenge Beena to convince Akbar.

" Who is afraid" Akbar replied with certainty.

Right in front of the post, Beena gave a greeting to all the residents of the post.

" Assalamu'alaikum everything..."

" Wa'alaikumussalam "replies all the inhabitants of the post in unison like a choir.

" Hore.kak Beena is coming" said a little girl who ran towards Beena. Then he hugged her tightly.

" Sister Beena, I miss umi" Faraa said in tears.

" Eh, the son of shalihah cannot cry. If we miss, we just pray. We read Alfohan together".

Beena comforted the children she had missed. Even with refugee children. They miss the figure of Beena who for 3 days did not accompany them.

Akbar carefully looked at Beena's other side up close. While occasionally pointing her camera to take pictures of various expressions of Beena while telling stories in front of children.

For two hours, Akbar watched Beena accompany the children. A very motherly Beena became the right woman she chose to live and live in.

“ Perfect mom for my kids later” murmured.

After the show with the children was over, Beena approached Akbar and sat down next to him.

“ Why mas? " ask Beena "his leg still hurts?” he said to make sure of Akbar.

“ Have been cured, since you saw bee”

Plaque, Beena's hand hits Akbar's leg.

“ Aww, slow kali“ Akbar moaning pain-resistant.

“ Lha said healed, kok now say sick. If you want the dreadlocks are the same mas” goat.

" What about goats?"

" Yes, same with goats. Goat aja manut in gombalin, lied in fact want to be slaughtered" Beena put his lips.

Akbar this time could not dodge, though,

“ Was healed, now sick again. So you have to responsibility” Akbar said defiantly.

“ Ish..ish..ish..ish...new that there is a spoiled sea ghost” Beena shook her head.

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