Waiting Morning
A visit to Bcharii
Cold morning in Beirut . Beena decides to return to the hotel to pick up her belongings that are still left there. Before the day after they returned home with TNI military forces, Beena intends to visit the museum of a poet who is delayed for him to visit because of a hostage incident.
The museum where Gibran was born and buried is located in the city of Bcharii 130 km from the city of Beirut. The museum is for some people he said haunted because it was built on a monastery with a towering limestone lattar. But for Beena this is the most beautiful place, the perfect literary masterpiece.
"Are you sure you want to get in here, baby?"
Beena nodded and impatiently wanted to get into it immediately.
"This place is haunted, deserted, you're not afraid baby?"
"No, there's you"
"Great, we can date here. I can kiss you dong "
"Can't!" beena said firmly, he then immediately pulled Akbar's hand to immediately enter the building.
Entering the building, there is a tomb and bed of the poet who was born in 1883. Warm and soft nuances immediately felt in every corner of the building. In the museum are scattered manuscripts and paintings made by Gibran in beautiful harmony.
"Well, it's romantic for Gibran. It's good to be his wife"
"During his life, he was single"
"You know where it came from?"
"From his books. But according to the literature I read, Gibran had 3 women who had been close to him. There's Wardah Al Hani who she says was her first love, there's May Ziadah, and the last woman there was Mary Hasskel, the woman who when Gibran died attended her funeral, even though she had a husband."
"Keep that May and that Wardah don't?" tanyanya relax.
"Well, this is a crossroads. The existence of this woman is still mysterious between there and there is no real sososk like What. But yes, these two women are in Gibran's poem."
"Duh.pinter is really my wife"
Satisfied around inside the museum, they returned outside the museum area and sat near the statue of Kahlil Gibran.
Akbar took out his phone and read out the last message Beena had sent for him.
“ Wake up in the morning with your heart wings flapping, and be grateful for the arrival of a loving day.
My soul suffered from separation, but was again comforted by love. Action is love shown”.
With the face of a tomato tub, Beena endured the embarrassment.
“ I do not know how poetic and romantic my wife is, until the words of a poet only my wife is memorized.”
Hearing the words of his wife that Akbar threw several times made Beena protest for this time.
“ Wife? Wife-to-be!“
Beena confirmed in such a loud tone.
"Since when did you become a person who wants to do me heh!" beena asked as she rubbed Akbar's chest.
"Lho who's ngaku. I'm not boong"
"We have just filed for office marriage, there is no kabul ijab, there is no dowry. How can I proclaim with my wife's word!" beena said as she turned her lips to mention my wife.
"Try saying again dear last word earlier" pinta Akbar anxiously looked at Beena's lips as the fish ******.
"My wife" repeated Beena while turning her lips around Akbar's words.
And at such a time, Akbar took the opportunity to kiss Beena on the lips.
Cup...
"Because" Akbar chuckled
"Yes..." Beena glared even more, between upset and angry. Because this man already dared to be disrespectful to her.
"Wait.wait don't get angry baby, here's what I want to see with you" Akbar persuaded Beena so he would see what Akbar showed.
"Well, I'm not sporty"
"Eh..liat used to be angry if you're wrong".
It looks like a handsome young man wearing a cocoa shirt and peci. Sitting flanked by Ramy's mother and Zaki mas in a position opposite his father who shook Akbar's hand tightly.
Witnessed by those who held prayers together when Beena was taken hostage. Akbar said that qabul ijab.
"Yes...Saeful Akbar ankahtuka wazawwajtuka makhtubataka bintii Maryam Tabeena alal mahri hallan."
“ Qabiltu Nikahahaa wa tazwijaha Maryam Tabeena binti H. Noor Hadi alal mahri madzkuur wa radhitu bihi ”
The qabul words spoken by Akbar in one breath make everything in the recording touched and accompanied by the word legal and flooded with sobs.
"How's witness? Right?"
"Well"
That answer makes everything more difficult.
This marriage is the most heart-wrenching kabul. Where the groom must risk his life to take his wife. You can imagine if this mission fails then it could be Akbar became a widower without feeling the beauty of the household. Or if Akbar did not survive then it could be, Beena became a widow who had never been touched by her husband.
In the 20-minute video, Akbar's family is seen handing over the cash dowry to the Beena family, the money received by his beloved mother.
“ Ah...very cheap my dowry, only Rp. 21.500!”
Beena responded to the video while blushing her thin lips.
“ At best the woman is the cheapest (easy) dowry” Akbar replied as he pinched Beena's pointed nose.
“ Still you cheated “ Beena crossed both hands.
“ Mas at that time there was no preparation dear, just ask permission to go to Lebanon. Keep asking for ijab qabul all he said to be halal when he met you later. Yes..sudah mas kasih dowry according to your date of birth just”.
“ Hm...perfect aunt” Beena knocks on her index finger and thumb to form the letter V on her chin.
“ You want to dowry what later baby?” akbar asked seriously for his official wedding later.
“ I joked mas, the dowry is more than enough”.
“ Really, don't want to change the dowry for tomorrow?”
Beena shook her head, though,
“ your struggle has been very expensive for me mas”.
“ Ok, give me the reward for your husband's struggle, ” Akbar said as he brought his cheek closer to Beena.
“ Basic perverted brain!”
Beena turned away Akbar's cheek with her right hand and walked away from Akbar.
Akbar just scratched his head not itchy.
Beena immediately walked in front of Akbar, a few steps away from her husband.
"Bee..wait baby, kok said pervert anyway?"
"Keep kalo not pervert what dong name?"
"And it's halal dear, same wife herself kok said perverted" Akbar teased.
" Fuckin' PM!"
"What is that, baby?"
"Bad soldier hahaha...'' Beena laughed satisfied to tease Akbar, then ran away to the front.
"Hey, baby.bikin.bikin her husband will be cursed by Allah you know" Akbar shouted hoping Beena listened to the words.
Akbar immediately ran after Beena who had already darted far in front of him.
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