Waiting Morning

First call from the Marines

In a type 60 residential house Dago area. The two-story house belongs to Beena's first brother, Arief Rahman Hakim, and his wife Euis Soraya Abdullah and their two daughters. Aisya Class 1 Junior High and Rachel Grade 4 Elementary School. Arief and Raya have the same profession, namely lecturers. Mas Arief is a lecturer in statistics at a favorite public university in Bandung, where Beena studied Japanese literature. While Teh Raya is a law lecturer at the state Islamic university in Bandung.

In this house, for 4 years Beena spent the study. In this house, Beena also spent her narrow time yearning for an Akbar on the sidelines of her busy life as a student with all academic activities and organizational activities. The college journalist and choir are activities that he is interested in.

Two days after the graduation event was held, the family of Mr. Hadi enjoyed a moment of togetherness that they rarely get, in addition to the time of Lebaran at the house of Semarang. This is because of their busyness as ASN. Pak Hadi served in KUA Semarang as a district head, while Zaky as a prosecutor, and Arief a lecturer.

They chatted in the gazebo of the garden behind the house decorated with several fragrant mango trees. Beena who does not have a partner prefers to sit close to her four uncles while enjoying her new profession of being a nanny.

“ What are your plans after this deck? you are already a literary scholar!” ask Mas Zaky.

Beena suddenly stops her activities, feeding the twins Hasan-Husein. He glanced at the mother, Mas Arief and Raya tea asking for approval to explain something. Because only they know what Beena wants in the near future.

" Dek, asked if even dumb" said Mas Zaky.

“ Want to continue S2 or S3(read estri\=istri)?, goda mbak Naely. "It looks like the right time has run out of degrees to continue ijabsah” he continued while chuckling.

“ ih...what the heck mbak Naely tu, not funny tau!” Beena opened her mouth and continued to feed the twins Hassan-Husein.

“ Bener you know deck, there is a handsome mas-mas who proposed to you” connect mas Zaky.

“ Astaghfirullah, father until forgot the same promise dad want to tell him” dad left the gazebo and took a mobile phone on the middle room nightstand.

Beena is further confused by the direction of Zaky's father and mas talk.

“ Really, would you like to refuse that handsome marine?” Naely drew closer to Husein.

Husein immediately confirmed his official words, standing in a straight marching pose like a soldier.

” Oba's...**, Husein yesterday saw the army at home Yangkung.”

**Oba is the beloved vocation of all Beena's nieces in Japanese.

Beena approached her father who was walking towards the gazebo, seen father was looking for someone's number from his cellphone.

“ Dad's not kidding, right?” ask Beena to reassure.

“ You don't believe? Dad called his guy nih”

Beena frowned, still confused by what they were talking about.

“ Hello, assalamu’alaikum nak Akbar”

“ Alaikumussalam “, from across Akbar answer greetings pak Hadi.

“ This is your number, Mr. Hadi. Sorry just had time to contact Akbar”

Dag..dig,

Hearing Akbar's name suddenly the adrenaline Beena speeding up, between believing and not believing the person he had always called in his prayer is now really present, the figure he was waiting for was now completely connected.

“ Family in Bandung should sir?”

“ Ask family news, how are you asking Beena?” seductive father.

Tut...

Instantly the connection is severed. Seeing Beena's adorable behavior all the family laughed in satisfaction.

Various questions arise in the head of Beena who used 1% of his brain capacity for an Akbar. How could Akbar suddenly come to the house and tell his family everything? How about his father who had never given any information about Akbar.

Pak Hadi told the beginning of Akbar's arrival when the new bond service until the application event the other day. Between joy and excitement hearing this.

Mr. Hadi immediately typed a message and sent it to Akbar.

“ Sorry son Akbar, phone disconnected. Here the signal is ugly”

Mr. Hadi smiled a glance towards Beena who was beside him. This time, her father managed to tease Beena.

Beena turned her lips.

“ Yes sir, it's okay. Coincidentally I was also on Jalan” Akbar replied

“ Father send Beena number only yes, let you guys feel good communication”.

“ Oh nggeh sir, mature kesuwun”.

“ Oh, so this is the reason Oba Beena likes purple. Worth the room here the same room house in Semarang purple color, knickknacks are also dominant purple sampe diligent nyiramin fence bougenville plants at home Semarang turned out because of the purple beret”, nyiramin railing, teh Raya teases Beena.

" Not only that tea, Beena also diligently nanyain condition bougenville plants "added mbak Naely.

Feeling himself an easy target for the family this time, Beena immediately looks for an alibi to get out of a situation like this that makes her die of lice.

“ Stop..stop, change topic ah, not fun"

" There's actually something more important. There's something Beena wants to do with dad and everybody”.

Beena glanced at Arief's mother and mas, asking for their approval to tell him everything. Then mom and Mas Arief nodded.

“ Previous Beena apologizes to dad, for not asking permission first”.

He closed his eyes and took a breath,

“ Father, a few months ago Beena auditioned for journalism at one of the national private television stations held on campus. Beena only asked for prayers from mother and mas Arief at that time. Thank God Beena escaped, and tomorrow there is an invitation celebration from FirstTv at Hilton Hotel”

The atmosphere when Beena explained this was suddenly gripping, because the father just fell silent. Long time no answer, and it has been predicted what answers will come out of the mouth of Mr. Hadi.

“ Father disagree” said Father firmly.

Mr. Hadi would never approve of Beena if he had to be in Jakarta without any family supervision. With teary eyes Beena asked for the support of her sisters to melt her father's heart.

Not without reason, Mr. Hadi banned Beena from entering the broadcast world because he was worried he would remove the hijab. In addition, the story of the cruel association in the capital made Mr. Hadi think again to release his daughter alone in the metropolitan city.

With great difficulty Beena convinced his father, plus the support of all the family finally gave Mr. Hadi permission. In addition, Akbar was in Jakarta certainly not too difficult to ask for his help. Although until now Beena has not told about everything to Akbar.

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