Waiting Morning

Ektra part

...The epilogue...

Akbar and Beena live in their dream home in one of the southern Jakarta housing estates not far from the union. The house that Akbar deliberately offered to his beloved wife, not in the dormitory.

Akbar continued his career in the Marines while Beena served as a companion to the state service. Beena decided to become a housewife by becoming a freelancer and article writer in a well-known daily newspaper.

This job he took to fill his free time, and expel his loneliness when he had to be far from Akbar if he was on duty outside the region even abroad.

Beenapun active in educational and cultural activities, one of his interests that coincidentally fit his passion in this field. He felt his literary soul led him to take this program. In addition, he was active in social activities organized regularly by Jalasenastri, no doubt. When there are natural disasters or other social activities, Beena is most enthusiastic. This he did to reduce his loneliness while in the service Akbar stay to Surabaya, Medan, even to Batam. Moreover, they have not been gifted offspring.

Saddened?of course, all married couples will feel incomplete without the presence of a baby. Moreover, Beena is far from her extended family in Semarang. Sometimes feel homesick with the laughter of children, kangen the twins Hasan - Hussein who is now in elementary school age. Lebaranpun sometimes can not go home every year. Because of her job to support her husband. Like Lebaran last year, Beena must join Akbar in Makassar.

Two years have Beena and Akbar build a household hammock and they are still patient without the presence of a baby.

Drrt.. A message came in Beena's phone.

" Dear, don't forget to pick up the mas ya, and and the beautiful"

Ah..Today, Akbar returned from Sudan.

Beena rushed to wear navy blue uniforms, jalasenstri oversized clothes because of course there is a procession of business to welcome their partner after 8 months of duty in Sudan.

Not a strange thing when we are left behind a couple who are state servants. There is a mother who struggles alone to accompany her children through days without a husband, there is even a wife who struggles to cross the line between life and death while giving birth to a baby without a husband at her side. There is also a baby who does not know the figure of his father and suddenly present when he can walk.

That's the dynamic and simphoni of being a wife of the army.

At 11.00 WIB Akbar and other troops arrived in Indonesia, they were welcomed by their families. Happy crying welcomes the arrival of the husband, his beloved father children. Because they have to be ready with a situation of loss - a name-dweller every time they go on duty. All their prayers and gratitude for being able to meet loved ones.

"Bee..." Akbar said as he spread out his hands.

Beena ran scattered in the arms of her beloved husband, with tears full of longing.

" I miss you, mas"

" I miss you too, bee-my honey"

" We have missed it at home, here even the torture can not say anything you love"

"Home alone, mas already miss the same cooking beloved wife"

" Kangen what cuisine makakan (dandanan) me?" beena Goda.

"Kangen both"

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After the prayer isya berjama'ah continued sunnah two rakaat before jima' do not forget the prayers hope for the good of wrestling activities they get something full of blessings.

Tonight is the first night for both. A night of passion like the first one met. The long night that they passed by a whim, ****** and ended by mutual release being the point of******** for both.

Beena's head rested on Akbar's chest, playing his wife's hair and occasionally smelling the scent of his typical shampoo made Akbar unable to get far from Beena.

" Well... Can I ask you something?"

"What a darling"

"Contraved not to marry me?"

"I'm always grateful to have a perfect woman like you, bee"

"But our household isn't perfect, baby? There are no baby cries yet, no baby in the midst of our happiness!"

" We still have a very long time, maybe this is the time that God gives us to love each other, pay attention to each other, and date first until full"

"But if I can't have children like where?"

" I am not a dear king, who is obliged to have offspring for the survival of my dynasty. Even if God gives me no offspring, it is not a necessity to have them"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid I can't be like other women"

"Have been...there or no children, love mas still for you. I will never turn away from another woman.

Akbar was getting closer to the body of the wife hoping that all calmness could fade Beena's worries.