Waiting Morning
The delayed meeting
Today, Beena was happy. Because in the end my father allowed her to participate in the inauguration of the journalist contest. Although not attended by his family, because the father and mas Zaky must immediately return to Semarang. Similarly, Arief who was unable to attend because there was a seminar. He was only in between tea Kingdom for a while, because there happened to be a schedule on the campus where he worked.
" Na, I'm sorry I couldn't get you?" with a heavy heart tea Kingdom should convey this.
" No tea, after all, this is just a normal celebration. I also have a fellow participant who escaped."
" Oh yeah, what time's the show?"
" As scheduled, 14:00 is finished with tea"
" Okay, that hour still has a meeting schedule with kajur".
" Quiet tea, I've been big able to go home alone. Lots of people, lots of taxis "beena replied while showing her sweet smile.
" Okay, take a taxi. Make sure the magrib is home, don't wander". The raya tea order.
" Prepared, professor." replied Beena teasing her sister-in-law.
For four hours the inauguration went well. Beena was happy because the event was attended by many important people first-TV. A pride of its own bus meet them, talking with people who are experts in their respective fields.
After the event was over, Beena enjoyed the meal by sitting with other participants in one corner of the hotel's ballroom.
While being engrossed in chatting with other participants, suddenly Hp Beena shook.
Drt..drr...
A message came in, though,
“ Hi...Maryam Tabeena. May your day always be beautiful in waiting for my arrival.
AKBARS"
Beena smilingly read the message sent by Akbar, then she quickly typed in a reply.
" Yes, my days are beautiful and joyful waiting for you".
" Ah, such a reply seemed vulgar to Beena" he muttered, then Beena deleted the message she just typed and replaced it with a more elegant one for the size of the woman who just got sms.
“ Thank God, this is Akbar?” Beena pressed the send button.
“ Yes, of course this is Syaiful Akbar mu”
Beena smiled happily to find a reply sentence on her mobile screen. Then he put the phone in his backpack without replying to the message first.
Because the message sent by Akbar long did not get a response, he immediately called Beena.
When ever you go, though,
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Beena's phone rang, she saw Akbar's number there. Without a second thought, this time Beena immediately answered her phone.
“ Assalamu’alaikum, mas”
“ Wa’alaikumsalam, kok lama balesnya. Busy again?
“ Emmm, there was a little activity. But it's done kok”
“ I'm in Bandung again!”
“ Seriously?” beena's eyes were wide between believing and not.
“ Thats right, end of waiting for the application answer from your father long time anyway. Mending asked the person directly, I followed to Bandung” Akbar chuckled.
“ Send home address Bandung huh? I want to stop by for a while because I have to get back to Jakarta there is a sudden task”
“ Hm, but..dad sama mas Zaky already home semalem. Coincidentally I now have a need at Hilton hotel mas”
“ Okay , I'm heading straight for Hilton huh. You are in a hurry nih”.
“ Okay mas, I wait in lobby “
For two hours Beena waited for Akbar's arrival in the corner of the mirror glass-walled waiting room of a five-star hotel. Anxiety he could not hide on his sweet face, seen from Beena's changing sitting attitude. Once in a while he stood up, walking back and forth until finally he chose to stand in front of the glass wall to see the beauty of twilight amid the noise of vehicles passing by across the hotel.
Imagining what she will do, telling her about the situation during the wait, and of course Beena can't wait to tell her about her future work in Jakarta that will bring them closer because they live in the same city.
When ever you go, though,
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Glanced at the phone that turned out to be a call from Akbar. Beena pressed the green button and placed it on her ear. There was no Akbar voice in the connection until the call was cut off.
Drrr...
Shortly an incoming message replaces the connection that was disconnected.
“ Dear my girl, my,
Hm...beautiful ringtone, still the same song you sang first at camp”
Beena drowned, throwing a glance in all directions. Hope to find the object he is referring to. Then he typed a reply on his nokia phone.
“ Mas where?”
“ Mas is near you, closer to your neck veins”
Beena smiled to herself while replying to the message.
“ Ga funny, where the hell is it?
It's been a long time now, I've been back to my sister's house . Want to maghrib”
Beena's a little threatening.
“ So soon, wait a moment. Mas out of toilet”
“ Yes.ya..gak use long anyway”
“ Never stop waiting for me, Unguku” Girl
So excited to reply to the messenger from the girl who made Akbar melt at first sight and fall in love at the next meeting during a debate at a scouting race event, making Akbar not pay attention to the surrounding. From the opposite direction he hit the girl who was running in a hurry.
Bruuuk, please,
“Auww”
The shoulder-length straight-haired girl, with a white shirt of black blazer chime with a black skirt 5 cm above the knees fell to the floor crashing into the figure of a strapping soldier in full uniform making her slender body bounce.
Akbar mobile phone also fell to the head to separate between the simcard and the body hp.
“ Sory...sory.
said the woman while picking up pieces of Akbar's cell phone.
“ Its ok, I was wrong too. Street don't look around”
“ Hp you so damaged, I changed deh”
“ No...gak need” Akbar still squatting looking for simcard.
Thirty minutes of looking for a flat object less than 2cm turned out to be futile, probably because the small-sized simcard and the color is almost the same as the color of the hotel floor making it a little difficult. Akbar decided to stop his search, considering he was in a hurry.
“ Introduce, I'm Mary” the beautiful girl thrust her hand and gave a business card.
Akbar read the card, frowning slightly. Because Mary is the manager of this hotel.
“ Akbar, Syaiful Akbar”
return his hand,
“Sorry I was in a hurry, excuse me mbak”.
While in another room, Beena was feeling restless because she waited too long. Plus, Akbar's phone could not be reached. With various questions in his head and finally Beena decided to return to Mas Arief's house because maghrib was almost there.
Beautiful meeting that has been in front of the eyes, in fact not as beautiful as their expectations. Once again fate is like testing the two to be more patient.
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