Waiting Morning

Night of Jihad

Malioboro, the heart of Jogjakarta.

At a five-star hotel in central Jogjakarta, Akbar and Beena can enjoy a never-quiet night in Malioboro.

Beena looked towards the crowd of Malioboro street from the top of the hotel. After cleaning himself, by wearing only a kimono towel, the original shaved hair accentuated his white neck.

Akbar hugged her from behind.

" Fat's not dear?"

"Lumayan, but I'm smirking. Finally I can visit the city of Yogya with someone special"

"Oh yeah, what a special thing is your husband"

"Specifically the warlord who managed to draw his sword on the battlefield, my Saifullah"

"Then give me a reward for that victory"

"Hm...gift?, what gift does the commander want from me. I'm not a generous woman who can afford to give her property even if it's just for a gift"

"Give me your most precious treasure, give me your sanctity, give me your first night of the day"

Akbar's hand began to touch Beena's lips, with one sigh Beena made Akbar increasingly unable to stem his desire.

"Can we delay until you really win the war?"

"I can't put it off. It's like I'm going to die on the battlefield tomorrow. So before I die I have to taste the sweetness of your crown"

" You are my Khalid Al Walid who will not die on the battlefield, you are not the legitimate Khalid bin Sa'id after a day past his bride's night with Umm Hakim Al Harith".

A kiss landed on Akbar's lips. This time Beena kissed him. Akbar is excited not to be a bitch, seeing his wife who is a little aggressive.

"I'll change my clothes first, okay?"

"Ah, why do I have to change my clothes?" he shouted, Does this mean that the night of war will fail again? Akbar.

After fifteen minutes Beena left from Akbar's presence, she was now present in front of her husband with a dim light. He walked out of the walking close in the evening dress of a couple, a black lingerie that of course aroused the long-buried passion of the husband.

Akbar kissed Beena's ears, chanting prayers for good tonight and the following nights did not forget to whisper the words that make the hue of his face more visible.

Very gentle and cautious treatment. In order not to cause the effects of trauma the first night really done Akbar.

That night really became the night of proof of their love story. How wonderful is the long wait that God has given them.

A night full of physical and psychic struggles that give a deep impression for Beena because it is able to give his crown to the man he loves.

“ Mas...wake up dear, it's dawn” hand caress gently touch Akbar's face.

“ Hm..” Akbar pulled Beena into his arms. As if I didn't want to miss it in the morning.

“ Mas still want to hug you bee”. Akbar was still in a closed eye position and tightly hugged Beena who had just bathed.

Buk...

A pillow landed on Akbar's face.

“ Let's take a quick shower, we pray congregation”

“ New hours 4 dearest”

“ So open his eyes first, see that clock Beena forcefully opened Akbar's eyelids and thrust out her hp.

“ Hm...new 5” hours Akbar was forced to release his embrace and get out of bed.

“ Mandiin yes..” whine Akbar.

“ Ah...I can not guarantee if you enter the bathroom with you mas” Beena push Akbar towards the bathroom and then close it from the outside.

“ Fast shower yes mas, I've laper” cried Beena.

“ Yes..ya...you've worked hard last night dear ” reply Akbar.

When ever you go, though,

Whatever you do

I will be right here waiting for you

“ Yes bu” Beena answered a call from her mother.

“ More where is Na?”

“ In Malioboro hotel, what's up bu?”

“ Nothing. If you can see the boutique, huh?”

“ Yes ma'am, the plan is later in the afternoon also want to go to the house of the Nizar” mas

Call closed immediately.

Akbar and Beena performed the bersama'ah dawn prayer. Do not forget to pray for the good of their lives.

Ending with Akbar kissing his wife's forehead. And Beena kissed her husband's hand.

" who called, bee?"

"oh, I called"

" What's the matter, baby, how come you call in the morning? Like his daughter? Or do you ask when the grandchildren are loving?"

"You are yes, this is still morning to discuss perverted things" Beena's more grim with her husband's behavior, until the pinch in Akbar's stomach was successfully aired by Beena.

"Au..sick baby"

"Your behavior is ababil"

" Ababil's? "

" Yes ababil, abege labile "

"Ok, mas ababil nih, hm..." With a ready style like a tiger wants to prey on his prey.

"Stop.stop, forgive me mas" waving like she was about to give up Beena stopped her husband's polah. " Eh, my mom asked us to look at the boutique in yogya"

" Would you like to go to a mom's boutique in yogya?"

" Don't know yet, haven't flirted in that direction. Not my passion, I have to go wherever my husband is. It is impossible if you have to go back and forth between Jakarta-Yogya"

" When you want, it's okay, baby"

" LDR - and what do you mean? Ogah ah "

" Ciye, who's been smitten with a sea ghost"

" It does not mean mas, in unity also many meeting members, social activities, charity. Oh yeah I've laper mas, down yuk."

Akbar was ready with a maroon collared shirt and jeans, accentuating his burly arm muscles. Beena is wearing a long-sleeved shirt that is rolled three-quarters and jeans.

" Where is breakfast? At what hotel outside"

" If in Yogya not afdol before can breakfast on the roadside mas, I want to breakfast gudeg porridge with a mishmash of cawit satan trus no eggs"

" Just a porridge? After the power drained last night?"

Plaque...Beena hit her husband on the shoulder. " Getting started, the foul language came out. " Well let's go gudeg porridge "

Akbar, holding Beena's hand, walked along Malioboro in search of the food in question.

Entering an alley on Malioboro street near Yogya station, Beena and Akbar finally dropped his choice for breakfast porridge gudeg Mbok Lindu. Breakfast stalls that start operating at 6 am to 11 pm is never empty of visitors. It is said that this stall stood since the colonial era until now, continued by the second generation. However, it does not change the taste of the cuisine. Stay authentic like the founder's recipe.

"Mbak, add another dong" said Akbar while thrusting a plate with teak leaves on a waiter

" You lager what doyan mas ? "

"Two dear, very good turns and mas need a balanced intake for the energy spent to replace sema-"

Beena immediately nudged Akbar's chest, glaring towards her husband while turning her lips.

"Aw..uhuk...uhuk" Akbar choked.

Beena immediately offered a glass of warm tea to her husband.

"Mas, anyway.don't talk about napa's first night. I'm ashamed mas" whispered Beena in Akbar's ear and the severity was heard by the waiter.

" Mad and the newlyweds?"

Hearing the servant Akbar's question chuckled. Beena was just hearing a horse's grin.

"Eh, didn't he, the famous news anchor?Hm..whoever hm..mbak Maryam "

"Mampus me, it turns out there are still ja who know" Beena said.

" Yes, this is my wife Maryam Tabeena, the famous news anchor of the first-tv"

Beena laughed wryly, "yes mom, but now I'm not a news anchor anymore"

"Oalah.mboka I asked for his signature tow, I was very ngefans the same mbak Maryam. Mumpung again is here, can ya mbak?"

" Can mbak.bak very much, later after we finish breakfast photos together also may" Akbar chimed and managed to make his wife die of lice in front of his fans.

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