Waiting Morning
Dream House
This week Beena invited Akbar to visit his home. After the last visit two weeks ago after returning from Semarang. The house is not too luxurious for the size of a soldier but quite beautiful with interior redesign filled with modern minimalist style.
Looking at the amazement of Akbar's taste that is able to unite the favorite colors of Beena. There is a library room on the second floor that is filled with neatly arranged books. Then Beena took one of Akbar's book collections and took it upstairs to the rooftop.
A house located in the city that does not have a large enough garden. Use the rooftop as a garden. Green grass covers decorate the space, surrounded by a neatly arranged grass fence despite the new height of 20cm.
In one corner there is a swing and next to some orchids hanging. As a complement, there are dining table chairs and a set of barbeque tools adding warmth at night.
“ You like , bee?”
Beena nodded while holding Khalid Alwalid's biography which he had given to Akbar.
“ The book you still save mas?”
Beena walked towards the corner of the room and sat on a white rattan swing . Not forgetting he opened the book, there was a trace of writing that he put first on the front page after the cover.
A handwriting with straight letters connected. A happy birthday filled with prayers. She smiled sweetly to see it.
Sheet by sheet he opened, reading a glimpse of the famous warlord figure in the first year of hijriyah. Yes, the friend of Khalid bin Walid is a warlord who almost without defeat, a friend known by the nickname Syaifullah which means the sword of God drawn.
And Beena gave the book as a form of support system Akbar who love the military world. And coincidentally the same with Akbar's name, Syaiful Akbar.
In Islam, the name is prayer. All hope is poured out in the name pinned by both parents. Also, it is not terkuli for the late Mr. Sajid, Akbar's father. The name he gave to his son was a series of prayers, the parents' hope for his son to become a great commander. And now, Akbar entered the TNI no other and not because of the prayers of his parents.
“ Yes dong, it's my encouragement book into the world of militar”.
Akbar answered proudly. He remembered very well how his struggle entered the union. Previously he had tasted bitter failure to enter Akpol, TNI - AD and finally entered the TNI -AL.
Akbar rolled up his shirt arm, he saw at 11:00
" I'm Lager Bee, let's go down and eat"
Akbar took Beena's hand down the narrow staircase from the rooftop to the main hall. Before going to the main room, they traverse the minimalist kitchen space that is quite clean and neat. Clean, because it is rarely used. Although rarely cooked, there is a stock of vegetables in the refrigerator as a logistics reserve.
Suddenly Beena walked over to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, there were some vegetables in it.
"Mas, this is a vegetable stock. We eat at home, right? After all soon dzuhur and Jakarta again jammed"
Say Beena while opening the kitchen set as well, checking there is stock of instant noodles and egg noodles. Choose egg noodles.
Akbar walked up to Beena.
"May as well, I test the food. How smart is the prospective mother jalasenastri in the kitchen" Akbar replied chuckling.
"Eh, don't get me wrong. My godhog bakmi is second to none"
Beena flicked her headscarf not forgetting to roll up her sleeves. Looks brown skin ripe typical Javanese overgrown with thin feathers make Akbar more anxious to see his behavior.
"Ok, we prove it later"
Akbar rushed out the tools and materials needed.
"Mas Akbar sits sweet, watching the future wife in action. Okey"
Beena pushed Akbar and forced him to sit on the dining chair not far from the kitchen.
He then returned to the kitchen, like being shown a cooking show by Sisca Soewitomo's mother in the first TV studio.
Akbar was amazed to see the beautiful scenery in front of him, how perfect the figure of Beena. Modern women who are independent and can not be separated from the Javanese patriarchal culture. She is considered a woman who is good at macak (self-polluting), cooking, and manak (giving offspring). He hoped that this time luck would be on his side. Because the woman he was waiting for was present in his life.
Akbar smiles at Beena who is deft in the kitchen, hoping to be deft in the affairs of wells and mattresses.
"Why so, those smiles!"
Suddenly, Beena's words force her brain to stop traveling.
"Ah. Stay in the front mosque of the complex first huh bee?dzuhur nih"
Akbar paid to the mosque complex, while Beena tidied the kitchen and arranged the results of his cooking on the dining table. While waiting for Akbar to return home worshipers dzuhur, Beena prayer dzuhur in the prayer room measuring 80x200 m. Quite small because it utilizes the empty space under the stairs to the rooftop.
The two then sat down at the dinner table, eating bakmie godhog with rice. Indonesia really.
"Hm.hm so good your cooking bee, it's not wrong I choose a future wife"
Akbar said while spooning noodles into his mouth.
"Slow down, still hot"
Akbar blew on the still soaked noodles plus the hot rice that just came out of the mejic com.
"Don't blow it, mas"
"Sorry, it's gone too good and laper anyway. Can't wait for me to bee" Sanggah Akbar strengthened his alibi.
In Islam, there is an ethic of eating and drinking. Not just a matter of prayer, Rosulullah forbid us to blow hot food or drinks. The ban is consistent with medical studies. Because when blowing food or hot drinks will transfer negative compounds such as bacteria and the reaction of H2O and CO2 form a new acid compound, bicarbonic acid, which causes high acidity levels in food.
“ Oh yes bee, tomorrow is it February 14th we are dinner yuk?”
Uhuk...Beena suddenly chokes at Akbar's invitation.
"Dear dear, I won't take your rations".
Akbar was mocking, while offering water.
“ Would you like to celebrate valentine’s day? While carrying chocolate with doll!” Beena was stunned to imagine the ridiculous thing that abg likes to do when they update.
“ We are no longer mas, I am 28 years old!”
“ Once in a while make a special event dear!”
“ Mas that special person in my heart”
“ But mas want to look romantic”
“ Mas, you are always romantic. Applying at the Al Maghfirah mosque is a romantic thing I get all my life. Anyway, the 14th was Monday mas!”
“ Her night bee, are you busy?”
“ No, I just have a morning” schedule
“ Well, fitting right dear. Want ya?”
This time Beena could not refuse Akbar's invitation. After eating, they packed it together. Beena brought the dirty dishes to the sink, Akbat swiftly washed them.
“ Oh yes mas, was Nizar Ngabarin if he again there is a seminar in Jakarta. Tomorrow we meet Nizar yuk?”
Beena starts the story by wiping the dishes Akbar washes and putting them on the kitcen set.
“ Sorry Bee, mas still no activities until afternoon. Free it fitting we dinner course” . Akbar replied disappointed.
“ Yes, I will cancel to meet mas Nizaranya.”
“ Don't bee, it's not good. Mumpung here too. You can meet Nizar, I'll permit kok”.
“ Without you mas?”
“ Yes, it's okay, baby. Sorry for Nizar ya. Mas really can not skip until the afternoon.”
Beena finally sends a message to Nizar the place and time for them to meet. Beena chose a cafe located not far from FirstTv and the hotel where Nizar stayed.
Beena composed all her activities tomorrow morning, so that no time is wasted. From the time she always was, Beena did not like to waste precious time on things that were less useful. That was the thing Akbar liked the most when they were a team in scouting. Unlike other High School-aged children when following exkul, 60% of the time must be used to seek pleasure at a young age.
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