Waiting Morning
Lebanon, I'm coming...
Beirut International Airport Hotel,
In the city of Parisnya Middle East, Beena first stepped foot. Amazed by the beauty and diversity that exist in countries at cultural crossroads.
For thousands of years Lebanon has been a major crossroads of civilization. So no wonder, the country which only has an area of 10,452 km2 has a rich culture. Lebanon's vast mix of ethnic and religious groups contributes to its food, music, literature and festive traditions.
“ Mbak Na... kok bengong”
bimo's voice resuscitated his amazement at the country that had a flag with a cedar tree that was set in white and flanked by red lines.
“ Come, the taxi is waiting for “
Beena smiled knot.
A taxi drove them to the hotel where they were staying for the next week. On the way to the hotel, Beena and Bimo briefly pass the Lebanese prime minister's location on the bomb. The bombing tragedy that killed the PM happened next to the St. hotel. Georges
“ Very strong city..” Beena said.
Yes, even after the civil war from the 75s to the 90s happened. In fact Beirut always rose after being destroyed many times.
“ True mbak Na, Beirut strong city so often compared with the legend of the phoenix. A bird in Egyptian mythology as a symbol of immortality in the Book of Acts of the Rosules.
Beena increasingly shook her head in disbelief, if the fellow whom she had considered her own sister now had a lot of progress.
Bimo increasingly shows his identity, out of his insecure zone. What an amazing change, right???
“ Hm...tell me the legend of your biblical version of the phoenix!”. Pinta Beena fished for Bimo to talk more.
“ Mbak Na...” shouted Bimo as reluctant to comply with his senior request.
“ Come on Bim, I know you've been better than yesterday” Beena squinted her eyes.
“ Ok..ok..but not now, I’ll tell you later”
“ promise...?” Beena raised her little finger.
“I’m promise” Bimo replied by linking her little finger to Beena.
After enjoying the journey from the airport to the hotel which is quite tiring they parted at the door of each room.
Beena immediately threw his body that felt sore until he fell asleep.
Tok.dok..
“ Mbak Na..”
The sound of knocking on the door followed by the call of her name made Beena aghast.
“Astagfirullah... ” Beena instantly saw the clock on the wall,” during that time I slept”, he murmured.
“ Mbak..”
Chequek...
“ Yes Bim “ Beena opened her room door with the same clothes since from the airport.
“ We have dinner yuk”
“ I have not taken a shower, overslept earlier “ Beena grinnedly showed her white teeth while scratching her hijab which is still attached since first coming to the hotel.
“ Ok , I wait under ya”.
“ Ok”.
Tonight they walked around the hotel, enjoying the atmosphere of Beirut while discussing planning for the next 3 days.
In the city located between two hills, Alasyrafiyah and Mustibah they enjoy Barout del batata dinner at a restaurant on Hamra Street which is not far from the hotel.
"Where is mbk Na? Is it good to eat here?"
"Make me nothing bad, Bim. All the food will not be left in front of me" Beena said, munching on Beirut's signature food.
"Yes.iya.iya.I believe, mba Na most anti look at the leftovers.But I wonder, as much as any mbak Na eat.The body is so much aja"
"Because our work is heavy, it takes extra energy so eat a lot also to prune for work" replied Beena with a smile.
"Eh, but Nora's mom in her public relations division is stretched, like a swollen elephant when she always says diet and diet"
"Hush.kamu it was haphazard, the elephant is not swollen already you added swelling again. Hm..but there are really types of people who just breathe into meat.Yes.bu Nora is an example"
Both of them were open, not laughing at someone but actually they were missing people who were far from their reach. Yes, even though they had only left the first-tv a day, it felt like they had not met them for a long time and would not meet them again.
"Oh yes, ma'am Na. Why the hell does Na like to take a pitcher if there are some of us who do not spend food?"
"Yes, because in our teachings, Muslims. According to a hadith narrated bukhori-muslim, there are 3 things that God hates: gossiping, wasting wealth (food) and asking a lot. Even Rosulullah ordered to collect the food that fell and then interpret it after cleaning the dirty part first. To the extent that the rosul advocated licking our fingers after eating.You know the reason? "
Bimo groped,
"Rosul said, for we do not know which food brings blessing. It could be, from the food that fell earlier or from a grain of rice that we licked from our fingers just now"
"Wah, that means the cat imitates the concept of Muhammad ya mbak Na. We lose to animals. From now on I have to finish all the food for blessings"
"But the tetep should not be excessive, so take enough. Eating when hungry stops before fullness"
"Lho.lho.this is the concept of what else is Na"
Bimo is increasingly interested in all the discussion of Beena.In addition to familiarizing chat, this is indeed a new topic that Bimo likes.
"Stop before full? This is a hadith too?"
"No, that's a hadith of dhaif. That is the advice of royal doctors of the previous Islamic era. Why is it recommended to stop before the glut? Because there is a correlation. When we are full, if the amount of food in the stomach exceeds the capacity of digestive enzymes produced. So the food becomes imperfect when digested by the body causing fermentation and cause gas, gastrisisa alias ulcer disease arises"
"Wah.wah..mbak Na fit so this doctor".
"Don't bother you, if I become a doctor who is malaprakik later.Over dose hahaha..."
"By the way, how's your mama doing?"
"Good mbak Na"
"Where is your communication with your mama, smoothly?.
"Praise God, it's better than yesterday mbak Na".
"Thank you Na, because Na made me realize how important my mother's presence is to us".
"Yes, you're a boy. Must have been a lot of your mother's great wishes to the family, let alone you have a sister".
Bimo realizes his selfishness towards his mother, he who hates his mother only for remarrying after divorce from his father. Without weighing the needs and presence of a head of household for a family.
Now Bimo, who is growing up, increasingly understands the responsibility after a long time he ignores the feelings of his mother, wasting the presence of his younger sister. Ah, this time Bimo really misses those in Indonesia. Why it's only realized now, but of course there's still time to get closer to them. Yes, after Lebanon of course.
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