Waiting Morning

Pujangga's Words

Being in a country that borders Syria and Israel for three days in fact makes Beena a little forget the bitter events in Indonesia. Ah, somehow Akbar is there now.

Akbar, who is in the country, certainly misses Beena very much, repeatedly trying to contact Beena but there is no answer.

"Why are you bang, very tangled face. Where was the hp from earlier seen mulu" asked Yoseph

"Beena, I can't call you today"

"Yes.kali foreign providers same as nomet hp here, yes definitely will not connect on the phone a thousand times as well. This is how people fall in love" cibi Yoseph.

"In any case, Beena did not miss the same prospective husband.Didn't she worry if her husband did not know the news of his future wife!"

"Ish...ish..ish..beena's foot is a realistic bang, where maybe you don't know the news if there is news appearing on tivi that nongol face mbak Beena."

"Ah, whatever it is she should have told you."

"Abang ya..for a long time more like a son of a real brother, the matter of the phone aja become a big problem. Well that's the same brother problem the princess is much bigger brother aja aja"

"I don't want to, I just don't want Mary to get reckless. Better keep your distance, and it's not good for General Bram."

"Whatever it is, you're fine with General Bram. A lot of behavior later nikah brother submission is canceled and I failed to become a troop of sword cora"

As Joseph raved, Akbar suddenly got an idea.

"Aw..."

"Lord Jesus," Joseph was aghast."This brother surprised me"

"Why am I thinking now!"

"This is all you bang, you're delirious"

"Ok, I'll call Reyna tomorrow, she'll know Beena's new number".

"Geez..bang.bang I guess what thought"

The number of overseas providers Beena has is known only by FirstTv. FirstTv provides all accommodation including telecommunication allowances. There have not been many calls that he made other than to colleagues at FirstTv, including both of his parents, Beena has not given news.

After three days of working as a reporter, the fourth day of Beena and Bimo visited Lebanon's largest ski resort, Faraya Mzaar . It is located not far from Beyrut city centre. Winter in February is a good time to visit Faraya.

They did not last long in Faraya, because of the unusual cold they get as in Indonesia. Despite dressing double 4, long jhon and his friends in fact make them can not last long. They're heading somewhere else soon. The Mediterranean coast in winter feels most appropriate when returning to the hotel.

Over in Lebanon 'Beena really felt much better than before. He begins to understand the meaning of loss, away from the people he loves. Knowing how deep his love for Akbar is.

Quoting the words of the idol poet, Kahlil Gibran “ Love will not know its own depth until the time of separation”. Beena misses Akbar even more.

“Do I need to call Akbar?

Ah, after calling my father I have to call Akbar” mas murmured in my heart.

While waiting for Bimo who was worshiping in the cathedral of St. George Beena sat in one corner of the walls of the Al Amin mosque after performing the Ashar prayer. The position of the mosque that shares a wall with the cathedral illustrates how high tolerance among the people in this city. Beena and Bimo have different beliefs.

Tut...

“ Assalamu’alaikum.”.

“ Wa’alaikumussalam”

“ Well, this is Beena”

“ How are you doing Na?”

“ Al hamdulillah healthy well “

“ When did you get home Na?”

“ Insyaallah 3 more days well. Beena dapet time 3 days for sightseeing here”

“ Thank God, seneng father dapet phone from you Na. It's not enough to see you on TV. If you miss this, especially Akbar ya Na?” seductive father.

The last sentence that my father said was enough to make Beena feel even more guilty for ignoring Akbar lately.

“ Well, it's already yes. Beena also wants to call Akbar”

“ Carefully, take care of Na” health

“ Wa’alaikumussalam”

After the call with her father ended, Beena hit a few digits. Akbar's hp number.

Tut...

Repeatedly he called, but not appointed Akbar. Maybe Akbar is busy or maybe he has a break. Given the difference in time Indonesia –Lebanon 5 hours fast in winter like this..

Then Beenapun typed a few sentences to send to Akbar.

“ Wake up in the morning with your heart wings flapping, and be grateful for the arrival of a loving day.” Send.

“My soul suffered from separation, but was again comforted by love. Action is love shown” send.

“ Your Maryam, Maryam Tabeena” send.

The words Beena sent from some of Kahlil Gibran's memorized quotes. Although Akbar had not yet replied, at least Beena had already renewed it.

“ Mbak Na...so to the Mediterranean coast?” bimo's voice suddenly stopped Beena's activities who were busy waiting for a reply from Akbar's messenger.

“ So dong” replied Beena while putting her hp into the bag.

"Mbak Na seems happy again"

"He'em.." replied Beena while nodding her head.

"May I guess?"

" why not!"

"How can I guess, what is the prize?"

"Hm...what is it?" Beena tapped a finger on her chin as consideration and thought process hard what gift is right for Bimo.

"What is mbk Na?" Bimo was curious

"Aha. I love you, perfect boyfriend, Reyna".

"Amit.amit.why is there no other girl besides the sikriwil!"

"Eh, don't get me wrong. She's the sweetest girl and perfect for a guy like you. She's always been my helper goddess, you know"

"Males ah, not so nebak. If the edges of my guess are right instead of a gift even become a disaster"

"Some, don't you want to have a job?girlfriend for example"

"Eh, besides said mbak Na can't date. Marriage" Bimo kasih skakmatt.

"I see.., getting pinter and my sister this one. Beena said while shuffling the hair of the original Bimo.

"Ah.mbk Na, so not this handsome.I'd like to spread the same charm of Lebanese girls"

"Oh yeah, have you called your mom yet?"

"Not yet mbak, it will be right back home from Lebanon I want to go home Mama"

"Mbak Na himself called the marines?"

Beena smiled as she shook her head, "i tried the phone, not picked up maybe Akbar was still sleeping.But I've sent a message to him"

" It's over, let's see the sunset"

They walked towards the beach, not forgetting Bimo capture this beautiful moment with a camera in his hand.

After almost 30 minutes they were there and the time leading up to magrib. They immediately stopped their activities.

" Where are you going tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow to the Kahlil gibran Museum?, because it is far away we go early in the morning, how?"

"Ok, I go wherever Na wants"

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