Waiting Morning

Proposing girl pujaan

Upon his return from duty in Papua, Akbar established himself to meet Beena. With his striped clothes and a backpack on his back, from Poncol station he headed straight for Beena's house.

Arriving in the courtyard of the house with an area of less than 50 meters with a fence of bougenville plants. Akbar walked with steady steps, and was full of confidence.

His steps came to a halt right in front of the door, his heart suddenly racing. No matter how he prepared himself for today's events, there was still a sense of gerogy sneaking in his beliefs. Imagine if Beena rejects him or even the worst thing could happen, like Beena already has other men for example.

" Kum..." Akbar took a long breath.

" I have to see Beena today, bismillahbornrahmanirrohiim.." said Akbar lirih.

Tok.shock.

" Assalamu'alaikum"

Akbar knocked on the door, it didn't take long for the door to open. He was greeted by middle-aged men using long-sleeved formal batik.

“ Assalamu’alaikum, pak” Akbar repeat his greetings when meeting a male figure with a little gray in his hair.

“ Alaikumussalam.”.

Beena's father replied while recalling the figure before him.

“ I Akbar sir, his friend Beena” Akbar kissed the back of Hadi's hand sir.

“ Oh yes..yes..nak Akbar. Let's ..let's go to nak”.

Mr. Hadi walked leading Akbar to the vintage-style living room. Not much decoration attached to the wall of the living room, just a calligraphy measuring 1x6 meters and a wall clock. He didn't even see a picture of Beena or a picture of Beena's family.

" Please sit down, son Akbar"

Akbar sat on a wooden carved jepara chair, then put a backpack that weighed down his back during the return trip.

" Mommy, there's a guest. Please make a drink" said Mr. Hadi to Bu halimah, his wife.

Not long ago Miss Halimah out of the middle room. With great impiety, Akbar kissed the hand of Bu Halimah.

Then, Bi Sumi from the kitchen came out to the living room to serve drinks for Mr. Hadi and Akbar.

" Please have a drink, son, I'm sorry I stayed behind".

" Matur kesuwun ma'am, I'm sorry to be troublesome mother same father"

Ms. Halimah simply replied with a maternal smile.

“ How are you doing, son? Long time no see?” Mr. Hadi tidied up the sleeves of his batik shirt.

“ Thank God you are healthy, sorry you just visited. Coincidentally many tasks pak”.

Not much ado, the arrival of Akbar this time really does not want to waste the time he has spent years. Sitting firmly Akbar took off the purple beret and grasped it,

“ Ngapunten before sir, without compromising my respect for the father. My arrival this time to ask permission for the father's daughter for my lamar”.

Beena's father smiled proudly at the attitude of Akbar's knights who were not much stale but still polite.

“ Here son Akbar, I appreciate the attitude of the knight nak Akbar to ask permission of the father of the guardian of Beena. But you cannot answer this proposal without hearing directly from Beena herself”.

Mr. Hadi smiled kindly and Akbar increasingly pounding could not conclude what the sentence meant.

Tin.tin..

The sound of car horns from the outside towards the yard of Mr. Hadi's house, immediately their conversation stopped.

“ Assalamu’alaikum.” a man came out of Toyota Innova with a parlente stature, he walked towards Pak Hadi and immediately kissed the back of the hand of a man whom he very much takdhimi.

“ Alaikumussalam.”.

Deg, man,

Suddenly Akbar felt weak.

How not, the presence of handsome men with the appearance of a walrus shirt suit maroon color combined with jeans like CEO . It's possible that this guy had his proposal for Beena rejected.

“Assalamu’alaikum ... Yangkung”,

two 5-year-old twins ran to hug Mr. Hadi.

“Wa’alaikumussalam, Yangkung's grandson sholeh. Straight inside huh? Yangti has been waiting for Hassan and Husein” .

“Hassan–Husein we go back yuk, Yangkung again there guam” invite Naely but not ignored by the twins.

“ Oh yes son Akbar, this is Zaky father number two and this is Naely his wife” said Mr. Hadi introduced them one by one including the twins Hassan –Husein.

Zaky replied to Akbar's hand while Naely replied with a smile while cupping both hands in front of his chest.

“ Ummi, om his handsome”, said Husein.

“Sein, but om it must be fierce. That soldier has a shot” Hassan whispered.

“ Hassan, Husein we help Yangti aja yuk!”

Naely took the two towards the living room.

“ So gini you know mas, this Akbar boy is here to propose to your sister, but I can not give you an answer”. The Light of Dad to Zaky

“ Have long known Beena?” asked Zaky in an unfriendly tone.

“ Since SMA mas”, Akbar replied.

“ Hm...SMA! How come I've never heard of Akbar among Beena's high school friends?” Zaky scrunched his eyes.

“ My big sister Beena but different school mas”

“ O...fairly, because the time Beena High School I always pick her up, so I definitely know all Beena” friends.

“ Yes mas, it seems I have met mas Zaky also du” Akbar convince mas Zaky if they ever met.

“ What Yes..” Zaky squinted his eyes in disbelief at Akbar's words and thought Akbar was self-acclaimed.

“ Right mas, fitting camping activities. At that time mas Zaky asked to be escorted to his school tent Beena to bring flip-flops”.

” O...so you're that scout kid I pulled?” Zaki terbahak could not believe if Akbar who at that time was wearing scout uniform full of mud and dull skin turned into a figure full of charisma soldiers.

The sound of laughter between the three changed the atmosphere that had been cold to be warmer.

“ Do not be surprised yes son, Zaky is a prosecutor so the question was like trying to charge someone trial” said Mr. Hadi.

“ Yangkung, let's go..ayo yangkung” the Twins Hassan-Husein tugged at Mr. Hadi's hand.

Naely walked out of the living room and quickly approached the two while shaking his head,

”sayang, first. Wait Yangkung finish new we leave huh?”.

“ Sorry sir, I so disrupt the event father and family” Akbar more unpleasant.

“ Ah, not really. We just chat first”.

“Hm, tomorrow Beena Graduation Bar. Pas really, we want to go to Bandung” said Zaky.

“ Yes, son Akbar would like to come along so that you can get answers directly from Beena”, added Mr. Hadi.

“ Sorry sir, mas. Today I just returned from Papua and have not yet reached home. I just stopped by briefly”.

“ Well..ga so make a heart sport for Beena nih” goda Zaky.

“ Actually I would love to present mas, but mother must miss me” Akbar looks a little disappointed at this moment, one side he misses the woman he had been waiting for, he said, on the other hand, there is a mother who misses her youngest child.

“ God willing after Beena come home later, I will visit here again. I happen to be on leave a week Pak”.

“ Oh yes can you ask for a phone number for Akbar? Later I will tell you when it has reached Bandung”

Said Mr. Hadi while removing the phone from his pants pocket.

And immediately type a few digits of the number according to Akbar's words.

“Then I excuse pak”.

“ Dingapuro yo mas Akbar, so kesusu” connect bu Halimah.

“ Mboten buk, hail mawon kagem Beena, Assalamu’alaikum..”.

“ Wa’alaikumussalam “ replied Pak Hadi, Bu Halimah, Zaky and Naely together.

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