Waiting Morning

The Lawang Sewu

This morning Akbar headed to Beena's apartment to pick her up for a military marriage. Using Beena's car he took last night to his dream home, because Beena refused to spend the night at Akbar's house.

A jazz honda parked in the basement of Beena's apartment, Akbar immediately headed upstairs where Beena lived by riding the elevator.

Ting...

The sound of the elevator stopped on the 12th floor, Akbar walked towards Beena's room. He pressed the bell, and was greeted by Beena who was neat using a jalasenastri uniform.

"Assalamu'aikum, my wife- "

"Wa'alaikumussalam" replied Beena immediately looked inside because it is certain that Akbar who will shower him with words of dread did not even rule out the possibility of definitely going to kiss him.

"The tenderness, beauty, and beauty of Aphrodite turned out to be God poured on the woman who was in front of me. He remains present in the form of a real personification that makes me unable to separate from the view even if only for a moment to close my eyes"

Beena turned her lips around, making tea for Akbar. While Akbar did not stop looking at the figure of a woman who he believed to be his ribs. He took a sitting position in the pantry seat while still issuing his zombie seduction.

"If Aphrodite was created as the goddess of beauty whom the gods fought over, then I am Ares who has managed to make her fall in love and give up all her love, charm and passion just for me"

Beena offered warm tea and toast to Akbar.

"Is it just because it's men desperately getting women? Poor women are only objects of pleasure and sexuality. After all, Aphrodite had many lovers, she was presented as a very beautiful goddess but was not loyal to one man. Although clearly married to Hepaestus, because he felt beautiful he captivated the god Ares, Adonis and did not stop there he also captivated humans like Anchises"

Gruput.ah...

Akbar took a sip of the still hot tea that Beena handed over.

"Ah, I lost the poetic affair. I am not a romantic person, not a poet. But the security of love and loyalty war strategy, leave everything to the commander of this one romance" said Akbar while puffing his chest.

" Yes.iya, quickly finish the breakfast. We'll be late. I'm ready, okay, am I?"

"When you are beautiful, how will you dance, baby? Remember that your beauty is enough for your husband"

Beena was forced to stop her steps, she suddenly turned back to show her rebuttal to the man who had managed to seize her heart.

" Don't you see me? I'm still a nyeker! Do you want me to be paired with a single unit?"

Akbar smiled and went back to chewing his breakfast.

Beena again walked to the shoe rack, selected shoes with a taper right 8cm with a black LV logo gift from Billy bang. The shoe fits perfectly at Beena's feet and adds elegance to the wearer.

Beena weighed in front of the glass, if the appearance is right. He tidied up his veil not forgetting the brooch Akbar gave he pinned on his chest.

Akbar walked closer to the mirror where Beena was standing there. Visible both through the reflection of the mirror image, looks harmonious. They looked at each other's faces through the mirror. Then Akbar extended his hand to Beena's waist, leaning his head on Beena's shoulder while continuing to look at her father's face in the mirror.

"You are my Maryam Tabeena, Maryam who will give birth to my sholeh sons".

Akbar twisted his body, this time the two faced each other, clashing his forehead even the breath coming out of his nose were both completely heard clearly. For a moment, the two stared at each other.

"Well, we'll be late, come on mas"

"Bee..." Akbar growled, the kiss he almost got failed again.

Beena laughed satisfied because it had succeeded in thwarting Akbar's mission.

"Prophey, baby..."

Beena immediately walked with Akbar's hand out of the apartment.

Honda jazz drove towards the unity of TNI AL in Cilandak. As soon as he reached his destination, Akbar went down to open the door in the sitting Beena section.

With PDH Marine Akbar took Beena in a jalasenastri uniform to the office. Various tests will be conducted by Beena, interviews from Akbar's superiors make him a little nervous.

The procession, often called lawang sewu, describes the connotation of the sleek and armature. Where military brides-to-be must face a thousand doors to get the blessing of the institution.

"Yes..."

"Why?you nervous?"

"A little bit." said Beena by concluding a sweet smile on her thin lips. He took a breath and threw it away slowly.

"Since when has Beena been so nervous? Thousands of spectators you can conquer, Hezbollah soldiers you can face. You can't haveepin!"

"It's different, once in a lifetime. An experience I can't forget"

Akbar grasped Beena's hand as a form of special reinforcement for his women.

"Yes "

" It hurts the dignity of the woman "his murmur.

"It's just a regular interview test baby, it's been a long time that the visa test was eliminated".

" Yes, I thought about how the test was done. It will hurt women greatly, how a virgin test or not a virgin will be a household benchmark. Then how to measure male loyalty, is there a virginity test?"

" Already. Come on, baby, let's go in".

A series of tests Beena had run, she came out of a room. There was relief on Beena's face.

Until finally the last room he faced, namely the chairman jalasenastri.

“ Ready bee?”

tanya Akbar saw Beena was already a little exhausted.

Beena took a deep breath and exhaled it hard.

“ Ready dong “. Beena answered by developing her sweet smile.

Beena entered the room, there was the chief jalasenastri. He started his introduction and mentioned Akbar's full name and rank and then called the NRP number series with intonation that is like a news anchor.

The interview continued with the request of the chief jalasenastri to Beena to sing mars and jalasenastri hymn amazed the chairman to hear the melodious voice of Beena. And this interview is very relaxed, it looks more like a regular conversation, maybe because the interviewer is a fellow woman so it does not look formal, more towards sharing.

Seeing so many abilities that Beena has made the chairman admire the figure of a news anchor who is famous for the drama of liberation from the Hezbollah group a few months ago.

Beena came out of the room full of relief, one by one the procession he had passed.

“ Laper not bee?” ask Akbar

“ Do not ask it anyway already automatic mas”

“ We had lunch in the canteen yuk, all acquaintances with other friends”.

“ What is not ashamed mas?”

“ Udah..before you faint here because of kelaperan” Akbar pulled Beena's hand and immediately headed to the canteen.

“Weh..ada bride-to-be” goda Yoseph who was eating his lunch at the time.

“ Isn't it Maryam Tabeena the news anchor on tv?” ask one of the soldiers to the other.

“ Yes really, it turns out Letda Syaiful is her future husband”

“ Wow I am heartbroken.idolaku already raided commander” chirps another.

Beena felt uncomfortable with the atmosphere in the cafeteria, when she was the object of discussion.

Suddenly one of the soldiers approached,

"the mother can ask for her signature?”

Beena glanced at Akbar holding him accountable for the atmosphere that occurred at his lunchtime.

Akbar just chuckled, though,

“My wife is not an artist, can-can beena-ku to her GR-an! “ reject Akbar.

Beena immediately pinched Akbar's stomach.

“ Auww, pain dear”

“ Ciye..sayang” ledek Yoseph.

“ Ouch..I am more heartbroken to see the intimacy of you two” chirped the other soldier from the opposite table.

Finally they finished their lunch and left Joseph and the rest of the fellow soldiers. With a special greeting Beena full of hospitality makes everyone feel at home to linger close to Beena.

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