Waiting Morning

Who are you, princess?

Day six after the tsunami

At 07:00 am all volunteers and journalists carried out the morning apple after having previously done breakfast in their respective posts.

Beena and Nizar are in the same location, Nizar uses this opportunity as a moment of separation. After the apple activity was disbanded, Nizar immediately approached Beena.

" Na.." greeted Nizar with a limped step.

" How are your legs?"

" As seen, I'm fine" Nizar answered by trying to get along. " Can I have your time?"

Beena was silent for a moment, slightly imagining that Nizar would speak seriously. He is not ready if the direction of the conversation will be like the other day.

In a mocking tone, Nizar nudged Beena's shoulder with his shoulder, "Hey, I'm just asking for ten minutes instead of a lifetime".

Beena grimaced, and immediately melted the atmosphere.

" Ok, just ten minuts" Beena said, tapping her right hand's index finger on the watch she was wearing.

" Okay, we're talking there!" nizar said as he showed his hand towards the banyan tree not far from where they were apples.

" Na, I want to say goodbye. I'll be back in yoga later in the day"

" Will Nizar go home? is it because I'm a mas?" beena asked to make sure that Nizar's departure this time was indeed the aftermath of his rejection yesterday.

" No Na, this is because my job is only a week"

" I'm sorry I am" Beena said softly and lowered her head. Imagine how evil he did, how disappointed their family would be.

" Why do you have to apologize? I never regretted coming to Aceh, it was my will so that I could..."

" What can you do?"

" Any, forget it. Anyway take care of health" Nizar replied diverting. Almost Nizar keceplosan if Nizar's departure to Aceh is indeed due to information from his father Beena. Nizar wants to make sure that Beena in Aceh is okay and plans to apply for Beena after returning from activities in Aceh. But it turns out that the plot he wants is different from the scenario of the almighty.

" Ten minutes are up Na, my message take care of myself"

Beena smiled, "Yes mas, mature kesuwun"

" Send my regards to Akbar, I can't say goodbye".

" No mas, greetings to umi sama abah also yes"

" Ok, I'll tell you later when I get there"

Nizar and Beena parted ways with their respective goals.

Beena felt a little bit of no burden after everything was clearly answered. Although there is discomfort, at least he does not give more hope to Nizar and his family, whose father and brother Zul are friends.

Beena immediately carried out his activities with Bimo and other fellow journalists.

Beena's days in Aceh made her happy. There was no look of tired or tired expression, because he was always accompanied by Akbar the idol every night. They never run out of conversation, there is always a theme of conversation every time they meet. Especially after the return of Nizar to Jogja make them free without having to keep the feelings of others.

" Whose picture is it?" beena asked as she glanced at the sketch Akbar was making.

" Uh kepo!" reply Akbar while pressing Beena's nose.

" Au, sick tofu"

" I'm sorry, sorry.this is our home candidate bee. Yes.although not broad but enough to shelter".

" Home? do you have a home already? don't those soldiers usually live in dorms?"

" Yes, I've also been living in Mess. But I've bought housing long before I met you and I've renovated 70% as planned".

" well, well, my husband's candidate has the best management tenyata" Beena praised to Akbar. " Hm.. Could you not live in a hostel?"

"By it, I also buy KPN still in the area cilandak kok"

Akbar tells of his dream home that he had bought a housing near his unity in South Jakarta. The house he deliberately dedicated to his small family with Beena. One by one they discussed by making a planning tree. Yes, both are personal figures full of systematic and well-organized careful planning.

The main agenda upon his return from Aceh was of course to officially formalize their relationship according to religious law and state law . Before stepping into the law there is a mandatory procession that they must take, namely military-style marriage. Office marriage submitted maximum 3 months before marriage KUA.

“ Hm...” replied Beena while writing a narrative for tomorrow morning's news.

“ Are you ready to be a wife of the army? So the wife of the soldier was a lot of her trials. Must be ready LDR-an every time”.

Beena stopped her activity, then looked at Akbar.

“ Mas, what time did I spend waiting for you so far still not enough to prove that I can? So far we have been LDRs!”

“ Beda bee, if yesterday we have no bond. But later after marriage and I have to duty out of the region even abroad are you not lonely?”.

“ Loneliness? how could I be lonely. I have activities, I have friends, I have family, there is no loneliness. Especially after there are more and more rame children, right?”.

“ Hm...By the way about your child want how many children bee?” tanya Akbar teases.

“ Stt. Will see..”.

Anxious to see the hue of Beena's face when asked the number of children who turned reddish made Akbar unable to pinch his cheek.

“ Ouch...duh..sick mas “.

“ Abis gemes anyway..” Akbar did not want to let go of his hand pinching Beena's cheek.

" So the nose just cheeked, I finished mas" said Beena while stroking her cheek which became a victim of Akbar pranks.

Suddenly Akbar's phone rings, a name appears on Akbar's phone screen “ PRINCESS”.

“ Who's mas?” beena asked curiously because Akbar long ago let his phone ring.

“Former employer, son of General Bram”

" Ex-employer?" Beena scrunched her forehead.

" Yes, this princes is the son of a mas boss. I used to be asked to be an adjutant for a few months"

" adjutant? some kind of bodyguard?"

" Hm..."

" Who was Whitney Houston's bodyguard or Jet Lee's The Bodyguard from Beijing?"

" Not so much non, people only a few months"

" But the princess could have fallen in love with her bodyguard. You are no less handsome than Kevin Costner or Jet Lee, mas " said Beena while laughing .

While checking the news narrative on his laptop, Beena who had earlier mocked Akbar perfected it by humming the song I will always love you aimed at Akbar.

If I should stay, I would only be your way

So I'll go but I know, I'll think of you every step of the way

And I. will always love you

Will always love you, you.my darling.

Beena stopped her senand, then immediately asked

“ Why not lift? Who knows important!” beena advises as her eyes return to staring at the laptop screen continuing her activities.

“ There is nothing more important than tandem with gebetan”

“ Ih..geli knows the horror of kayak abg aja”

They were swept away with chatter until late at night.

While in Jakarta, Mary is increasingly powerless to resist longing away from the man she loves. Without any news, only occasionally was his message replied. It also can not reduce the feeling of longing that is increasingly mountainous today.

The reply message Akbar sent could not present his love reply. For that Mary has prepared herself to declare her feelings to Akbar after returning from Aceh later.

I can't wait for the moment Akbar gave this brooch his name. Finally Mary took quick steps to express her feelings first. After all, according to him, all this time Akbar seemed to love him even without any expressions coming out of Akbar's own mouth.

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