Waiting Morning

Incidentally

Amidst Beena and Bimo's turmoil over his fate, they tried their utmost to communicate with the army that Beena believed was the Shi'a’ Hezbollah group.

But again, they are language-related. In Lebanon English is not so common. Only used by certain people, such as students/students and parliament. They speak French and Arabic.

With the limited Arabic skills that Beena had while in Madrasah Aliyah first, she tried to communicate in her perfunctory manner.

In the morning around 05:30 LT, a soldier with a fierce face approached Beena. This time with a different person than usual giving food and dropping off Bimo or Beena shitting.

With a little hesitation and stammered Beena communicated with the man with the middle east face. Although the Arabic in Beena's antics looks stiff, because Beena only understands Arabic fusha while in school first. And the skill had been dormant for a long time, it would obviously sound funny and maybe even messy.

“ Nahn shuhafiyuun min ‘indunisia” says Beena while staggered.

The burly man in front of him did not budge.

“ A’thinaa furshatan lilaitisal bi alpahalat al-indunisia. Mahmaa kaana thalabak.”.

Beena did not finish speaking, hearing the request of the tall and burly man approached and held Beena's chin.

Look at Beena's Asian face full of charm.

Suddenly fear enveloped Beena.

Beena immediately flicked her face, stepped back and immediately inched from before the densely sluggish male and the typical pointed arab nose.

The man stared wildly, grinning. Makes Bimo think ugly.

The man immediately pushed Beena into one of the corners of the narrow space that Beena and Bimo inhabited.

The soldier desperately wanted to kiss Beena's typical Asian thin lips.With all the courage and remaining energy that Bimo had he tried to protect Beena.

"Anj*ng..."Bimo rammed his body into the burly man, so he managed to keep Beena away from the man who was about to kiss her forcibly, even if only a few steps away. Beena ran the other way, distancing herself from the reach of the perverted man.

The man was heard cursing and increasingly showing his anger at Bimo.

Bimo takes a swing to hit him, but Bimo's height which is only two-thirds of the burly man in front of him makes Bimo bounce before he hits him. The strong hand of the man managed to fend off and directly threw Bimo.

Braaakk...

“ Barbarians base..”

bimo shouted, Of course the man did not care.

Bimo fell to his knees, and once a throw made him lose consciousness.

The soldier immediately approached Beena and attempted to ambush her. The four-layer clothes that Beena was wearing slightly made the man a hassle. Making a little while he tried hard to disarm her.

Beena could only cry and try to plead with the words she could.

Buuugggh's...

From the outside, someone raised his fist. Kicking and swearing. Two soldiers fighting each other.

Yes, the man who had been feeding and treating Beena and Bimo properly came at the right time.

After wrestling for some time finally, the man who tried to forcibly kneel fell down. It was seen that the jerk begged for mercy on the man who made him fall helpless.

Fearfully Beena refused the offer of the man who helped her to put her jacket on. The man immediately gave help to Bimo until he realized. And leave them both.

‘"Mbak Na...mbak is fine right?”

Beena nodded as she trembled, sitting limp down with her knees tightly hugged.

But the sentence Bimo said did not immediately make Beena lost the trauma. It's still shaking.

Seeing Beena's trembling condition, it was still in a state of shock. The man who helped her gave her a glass of water in a vessel.

With a slight hesitation, Beena glanced towards Bimo. Bimo nodded his head, as a gesture to receive the water the soldier gave him.

Beena accepted it, not forgetting to say thank you even with trembling lips and in a very soft tone.

"Syukran katsir", then Beena gulped down the water the man gave her. It felt a little calmer after he drank water from the person who helped him.

Seeing Beena still traumatized, Bimo did not lose his mind. This time, he tried hard to convince Beena.

“ Ma'am still remember my promise to tell the legend of the phoenix? This time I will tell it to Beena”

Still mute, Beena did not answer.

Then Bimo tells the story of the phoenix in the Book of the Apostles Luke: 27.

“ Phoenix it's the name of a city in the port of Crete. One day a group traveled and stopped in the city and finally the group continued the journey that was not suitable to live in the cold season. In ancient Egyptian mythology, the phoenix was a magical bird like an eagle. Its brilliant red and yellowish color is often associated with the sun and fire.

The Reverend Heliopolis describes this bird living 500 years before building and burning itself until then reincarnation”

Beena watched Bimo's story.

“ Hm..if in Islam like anqa’ bird in the time of Prophet hanzhalah. And it ended with his death being burned. The difference is not reborn” continued Beena softly.

Hearing that Beena was already able to make a sound, Bimo smiled.

"Don't you know the relationship between the phoenix and Beirut?"

Beena shook her head, though,

“ That is why the city of Beirut is often associated with the city of the phoenix and the phoenix despite being destroyed many times but still standing back.

Although Lebanon was destroyed many times by civil war, Lebanon still rose, although Beirut in bombs many times he still stood back”

Bimo's explanation this time managed to make Beena fall asleep.

"Thank God, Na can fall asleep. Sleep mbak, this time I will stay awake to protect you mbak" said Bimo while rubbing Beena's shoulder.

Last night Bimo woke up, until the eye area was more clearly visible blackened circles, panda eyes.

" What time is Bim ?"

" i don't know, it looks like it's morning".

After Beena woke up from her sleep, she intended to call the soldiers who helped her. Beena wants to throw away her urinary and then berwudu for dawn prayer.

Beena was escorted to a room located a few meters from the holding room. After discarding her wish, Beena was transported to the original place where there was a Bimo in it.

Then the man approached Bimo and asked them to record a video to give to a Lebanese television station. Of course this is the opportunity that Beena and Bimo have been waiting for, because this is the only way for them to return to their homeland.

“ Assalamu’alaikum wa rahatulli wa barakatuh,

Yth Government of Indonesia. We FirstTv journalists are currently in Hezbollah custody. We are in good health and very good treatment. Please mediate so that we can return home as soon as possible.

Wassalamu’alaikum warahmatullahi wa barakatuh”

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