Waiting Morning

Jakarta, we are coming

A week has Beena and Akbar enjoying his retirement, today they must immediately return to Jakarta. Back to the previous routine. Beena with a series of activities as a news anchor and Akbar with a schedule of filing marriage files in his unit.

This time they leave early in the morning, considering the weekend is usually jammed and Beena has a broadcast schedule tomorrow afternoon. Akbar was planning to show the house he had bought for them to live in later. Akbar does not want to make Beena tired and must rest before he broadcasts.

Honda jazz drove at standard speed, Akbar intends to discuss about the Princess with Beena during the trip.

“ Bee, I'm happy now”

“ Emang yesterday-yesterday ga happy mas?” sergeant Beena quickly, cut out Akbar's sentence.

“ Yes, not so Miss News “ replied Akbar snorting annoyed.

“Laa tagdhoub wa lakal jannah “

the word Beena imitates the words of Hassan-Husein if the ummiya are angry.

“ Then you are yes, make a mas sprain. Not finished talking 'maen cut aja “

Akbar flicked his mouth while scrambling the hijab Beena was wearing.

“ Mas ..“

yell Beena, shouts,

“ broken nih “.

Beena tidied her headscarf while glancing at the rearview mirror of the car to make her shoulders stuck in the chest of Akbar field.

Warm murmurs flowed from the tip of the foot to Akbar's head. Floating for a moment his mind, imagining Beena's scent.

Feeling the same as Akbar, Beena quickly awakened her mind and mind.

“ Real driver, don't dream of” Beena elbowing Akbar.

“ Hm...sabar..sabar...patient 3 more months”.

“ Mas can kiss your hands ga dear?, just your hand “ Akbar grimaced.

“ No, starting from the hand then the other, and finally over . Finish the history of gabunis”. Answer Beena firmly.

“ Let's be romantic like other dating people Bee!” Akbar.

“ Mas great army, I can be romantic more than just kiss hands. But at the right time and place. After the mas in the same interrogation father in front of penghulu “ Beena smiled.

“ Just kiss the hand dear, don't ask the macem-macem. Mas promise”

Akbar smiled with two fingers raised to form the letter V.

"Mas.I believe the same mas, mas it has proven how genuine love mas"

"Why don't you believe me, why don't you let me kiss your hands, baby?"

" This is the disease of men. They just kiss hands. Eeh..then spread to others. Pity the girls who are their victims. After everything was obtained, the trus was left behind" Beena said teasing Akbar.

"I don't love you, I won't leave you. You are the right woman for my children. It would be stupid if I left you. You're a complete package, and I don't think I can be far away from you, Bee."

Do not accept it if Akbar is equated with other men who like to change women, even though it is actually not difficult for a TNI to get any kind of woman. With a dashing PDL outfit, athletic stature plus charisma Akbar is very authoritative. But he realized, he had a saptamarga that he had to take care of his marwah. He held firm to his code of ethics, in the 8th TNI Point Promise 3 mentioned upholding the dignity and dignity of women. It felt impossible for him to betray Beena's love.

With a gentle look and a polite answer, Beena assured Akbar.

"Yes, be patient. It's not because of anything that I refused my request. I'm ashamed of this mas”

beena answered while lifting the tip of her hijab.

Akbar lowered his head, aware of his error.

“ Sorry yes dear “

“ Its ok mas “

“ I received marriage and marriage Maryam Tabeena bint H. Noor Hadi with the dowry paid tu..nai.sah...”.

Akbar opened the practice of saying the phrase ijab qabul in front of the ruler while holding his in-laws' hands later.

“ Mas Zaky and mas Arief used to use arabic you know!” chirping Beena.

" Qobiltu nikahahaa wa tajwijahaa.." Akbar suddenly stopped his sentence. Beena glanced at Akbar as a sign of protest as she stopped her sentence.

“ Hm..gak be arabic deh, tomorrow I use japanese aj“ Akbar replied do not want to lose.

Beena laughed frowns imagining her father if he had to learn to pronounce the word ijab in Japanese.

"You're laughing, can't believe you can use Japanese?"

"No, that's not what I meant. I thought if I use Japanese, which there is a belibetan father later even make laughing sekampung people "

The two laughed back and forth, making them forget the tiredness of the Semarang-Jakarta journey.

"Bee..." Akbar glanced at Beena, seeing her lover asleep. Akbar gently rubbed Beena's head.

Akbar took a bottle of mineral water, it was a bit of trouble to open it. Not the heart if you have to wake Beena, Akbar finally pulled over. He paused for a while after gulping down the mineral water he intended to continue on his way.

Glacier.glek.

Apparently the sound of Akbar drinking enough sound and make Beena wake up.

"Kok stop mas?"

Akbar smiled as he brandished the mineral water bottle.

" Why don't you wake me up?"

" You're tired baby, until you fall asleep. I can't wake you up, I can take a moment anyway"

"I'm sorry, my man"

“ Yes baby, it's okay. Continue to yuk". Akbar started the engine again, then drove the car at a speed of 120km/h.

"Don't speed it up"

" Okay, baby. Oh yes Bee, I want to tell you about the Princess”.

Akbar felt it was the right time to talk about Mary.

“ What happened to the princess mas?”

“ You can open hp mas, see the message he sent a few days ago”

Akbar thrust his hp.

“Mas, I respect you with all your privacy “.

Beena refused to open the phone Akbar on the grounds that it was part of the privacy of others even though Akbar is her future husband. Yes, because of the new husband. Maybe it's another story if you're already a husband.

“ Mas who asked him bee, let there be no misunderstanding. Open”

Finally Beena opened the message sent by the princess. Read carefully every SMS from the Princess.

Degs...

Instantly a jealous hue enveloped Beena's heart, it could not be hidden if her heart was burning to see another woman who liked her future husband. Which woman is not interested in Akbar's charismatic face let alone the princess who has been through togetherness long enough.

“ Keep answering what?”

“ Mas replied if mas already had Maryam Tabeena who made mas fascinated at first sight and fell in love at the next meeting” Akbar terbahak

“ Yes already if gotu”.

“ You are not curious about the figure of the princess bee?”

“ Whoever he is, I'm sure if mas give the best move for us”

“ The princess..”.

“ Mas..” Beena cut. “ Do not talk about third party while we are enjoying togetherness, Ok!”

Finally Akbar obeyed Beena's will, unwilling to argue. Toh Beena already knew about the princess's feelings and had gotten the right answer from Akbar.

They really enjoy the Semarang-Jakarta trip with quality time. They took a long journey before they were able to unite. This is the beginning of a real journey for both of them. Because of course the post-wedding life will be different when they are before performing the sacred promise of marriage. The labyrinth of their winding love is the beginning of his life later after marriage, intrigue and household problems are of course present decorate it.

They finally reached Beena's apartment.

Beena's wiggle finger presses the door code at 2-0-1-0 and then press Ok.

" What would you drink?"

"Well, I want you to make me love"

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