Waiting Morning
Become a Prisoner
Enjoying the sunset on the Mediterranean sea beach makes both lulled with natural beauty created by God.
Post-explosion near st beach. Georges and added winter also makes this beach deserted from visitors. Suddenly gripped with the roar of the oceanic waves.
Feeling the bad air makes Bimo immediately take Beena away, they have not had time to leave the location. Suddenly several heavily armed troops approached them. Put a gun on them and no prologue whatsoever. Then their heads were covered in black cloths and brought the two somewhere.
“ Who are you?” yell Bimo.
“ We just tours. Let us go, please”
Beena added.
Bimo shouted, Beena thrashed but was ignored by the troops in dark green clothes similar to the Syrian armed forces.
"What are you doing, we just tourist!"
"Aismat ya eifret"
Words of mockery came out from one of the armed soldiers.
In vain they shouted using English, it turned out that the soldiers did not understand what they were saying. Both were put into a soldier's camp cell.
Bimo and Beena are held captive in an old building on an inland island of the Mediterranean Sea.
"mom, where are we"
"Come on Bim, I don't know either"
"Who are they mbk Na?"
"I don't know either, but judging from his clothes it's like the Suriyah army"
"Are they the perpetrators of the bombing of the former Lebanese PM?"
"I don't know Bim either, we just pray that they'll let us go"
Despite being held captive, they were still given prisoner rights. They are still fed and worshiped. Yeah, because Beena's hijab-wearing. They knew of course that the woman was still his brother, a Muslim brother.
I don't know how many days they've been prisoners. Cameras and communication devices, even watches were seized and confiscated by armed forces earlier.
“ Ma'am Na, how many days have we been held captive?” ask Bimo.
“ If not wrong 3 days Bim. Mbak already 3 times dawn prayers here.”
“ Are we going to die here mbak?” Bimo looks more and more insecure.
“ No, if they do intend to kill us already from the beginning” obviously Beena pacified Bimo.
“ We are still fed, treated well even I am still given a chance of worship”
“ But mbak, I'm afraid if until we can not go to Indonesia safely”
“ Bim, we should go home today. So if we don't go home. FirstTv will definitely report to the KBRI, tracking our whereabouts”. Beena assured her co-workers.
“ Mbak Beena sure we will be found?”
“Insyaallah”.
Seeing Bimo's fear and pessimism makes Beena have to really convince his junior. To be honest, Beena had the same fear. With the confidence he had, the prayer he always offered made him a little calm.
The days of being a prisoner are filled only with stories of both.
From this, Beena learns why Bimo became an introvert and where Bimo's insecure nature began.
"Mbak Na" said Bimo from the corner of the prisoner
"Yes Bim," Beena replied in a slightly limp tone.
" Mr Na is okay, right ?"
"I'm okay" Beena intentionally replied while directing her gaze to a different side. Avoiding her tears falling and being seen by Bimo. He did not want Bimo's spirit to decay just because he saw his tears.
After all, he was just missing the people who loved him in the homeland.
There are both parents, there are his brothers who always support whatever Beena's decision even if it must be in the opposite direction to his father,.
There are also cute and adorable nephews like Hasan-husen who even though they rarely meet but stay close, there are friends of Beena in the first-tv who always support his struggle.
And what she misses most at this time is of course her future husband, Saeful Akbar. Beena increasingly felt how meaningful Akbar's figure in his life at this time, and next. He hopes to still meet Akbar, like his previous beliefs when distance separated them. In the end, fate can lead him down a beautiful path.
And, ah.hopefully the test this time he can pass like the tests before him.
"Mas Akbar, I love U mas"
Praaaa...
A photo fell on the nightstand, Akbar accidentally nudged it when his hand was about to seal the drinking water.
"Astaghfirullahal..."
Akbar looked up, hearing the sound of falling objects that turned out to be a photo of Akbar and Beena.
Akbar saw the wall clock still at 02:00 in the morning. He got out of his bed and took the picture.
"Luckily it did not break, Yes Alloh Bee, why did not you send news until now" Akbar said.
Akbar took the hanphonenya, he opened the text that Beena sent for him.
He read it over and over again as a remedy for his longing.
"Wake up in the morning with the wings of your heart flapping, and be grateful for the coming of a loving day.
My soul suffered from separation, but was again comforted by love. Action is love shown”
“ Your Maryam, Maryam Tabeena".
Somehow, when reading the words of Kahlil Gibran Akbar suddenly mellow. His eyes glazed as if to be kept away with the woman.
"Bee, where are you?why is your phone not active.I'm really worried about you this time"
At the time of his disobedience, Akbar realized this was the most impossible time to ask his Lord.
Akbar immediately took ablution and carried out 2 tahajud rakaats, he was pleased with his Lord. Asking for forgiveness and not forgetting to ask for protection for those he loves. Which until now he could not contact.
Ah, tomorrow is the day Beena's assignment ends in Lebanon. Akbar is still convinced that he will meet Beena at the airport. Of course, Reyna will be in the news if Beena has arrived in Indonesia.
After finishing the evening prayer, Akbar still tried to contact Beena.
"Ah, it should be in Lebanon now around 8 o'clock. I'll try again, who knows if Beena's active". Akbar.
Tutt...
And it turns out it's still the same as yesterday, the phone is not active.
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