Waiting Morning

Duties in Gudeg city

At 13:00 a Camry sedan arrived at a typical Jogjakarta house laden with Javanese nuances . Beena agrees that her father's will be ushered into Jogja separately from FirstTv's crew. The reason Beena's parents will look at the boutique branch in Jogja is a small part of their agenda. His biggest agenda was of course Beena's meeting with Nizar, Om Zulfa's second child.

Om Zulfa has two sons. The first, Azhar mas age with mas Arief, he was an architect and settled in Surabaya. While Nizar became a doctor in one of the largest private hospitals in Jogja. Nizar is three years older than Beena. Their last meeting was when Beena was in SD class 5 and Nizar class 2 Junior High School. They separated when Om Zulfa chose the mutation to his hometown, Jogjakarta.

Their meeting this time really took them by surprise from each other. How not, Nizar used to be lush in stature with the appearance of hair always drizzly combed to the side. Now, Nizar's figure is transformed into athletic and hairstyle similar to Ariel Peterpan.

“Wow..it’s realy, Mas Nizar?”

“ Hajimemashite watasi wa Avicenna Muhammad Nizar desu”

noda Nizar with a slightly bent style like the Japanese introductory style.

“ How, have Japanese not yet? “tanya Nizar.

“ Hm...can...

From the name...is it ok, height? enter the Japanese criteria. Color coolies?hm.approach. But his eyes are less squinty”

Beena measures with her index finger and thumb from a distance looking for a fitting engle. He moved both hands back and forth to find the right point of view. Until they finally looked at each other.

“ Already...already, do not stare at each other as soon as fall in love” seductive father. Beena glared straight at.

“Pak doctor this one girlfriend everywhere yah” ledek Beena.

Nizar scratched his head not itchy.

“ But really, you want to have a daughter like you Na. Seriously!” said Om Zulfa.

“ Already ah not fun if the same old man, we ahead aja yuk”.

Nizar pulls Beena's hand towards the park, inviting her to a separate chat. Of course Beena felt uncomfortable with Nizar's forced hand. Because, he felt not Beena little girl who used to be forced to play with Nizar when they met.

Beena immediately pulled her hand from Nizar's grasp.

" I'm sorry Na, I forgot that you're not a fussy little girl anymore. The girl I like to fight with" Nizar let go of Beena's hand

They sit on a park bench next to the house. Under the shade of a flamboyant tree that provides coolness. The falling orange red flowers add to the gorgeous visualisation of Om Zulfa's spacious home.

" You've changed a lot, Na"

"Changed? meaning?"

" It's more beautiful"

Hearing Nizar's words of praise seemed serious, making Beena have to turn the bow into a more relaxed conversation.

" Mas Nizar changed, he used to be fat. Do you have the science of maluh lika? " Task Beena while teasing with her distinctive style .

" I used to be fat, myopic, bespectacled and often rejected by girls because of that. Looks like they don't like the same type of bolo-bolo guy I used to". Reply Nizar while smiling wryly.

"Mas Nizar rejected girls?"

Beena stupefied to imagine the face of the bully Nizar who at that time had to accept a lot of rejection of Jogja girls.

" Class 3 High School I started a lot of sports because I wanted to go into the military".

Hearing the ideals of Nizar first, made Beena remember the figure of someone she had been waiting for.

Hi, how is Syaiful Akbar? Where are you now? Are you still waiting for my answer?

The questions came in turn in Beena's brain.

" Na..you daydream?" Plucking Nizar's thumb and forefinger right in front of Beena's face makes him return to his conscious.

"Eh, yes, yes." Beena was suddenly nervous. "Why did you become a doctor?"

" Doctor?" Nizar repeated Beena's question.

" Why did I become a doctor?I want to make Abah's prayer come true. Yeah, I just want to make Abah's dream come true"

"Do'a om Zulfa by the name of mas Nizar?"

"Right, Abah liked Ibn Shina. Abah wants me to be like Ibn Shina".

" Hm, Abu Ali Huseyn bin Abdullah bin Hasan bin Ali bin Sina is a philsfatist who is proficient in medical science"

Beena refers to the philosopher's name in a complete order of nasab.

" Avicenna who began memorizing the Qur'an at the age of 5 years in addition to the science of tafsir, fiqh, tasawwuf. Ibn Shina studied arithmetic from an Indian spice merchant at the age of 10. And he also studied political science to be perfected with medical science by producing the book Asy Syifa a book of the most important and greatest throughout his work". Bright Beena with a graceful style lays out a brief biography of Ibn Sina

The more astonished Nizar was made, with all the knowledge Beena had.

It is not wrong if both parents intend to match her with a beautiful and intelligent girl like Beena.

" Dad.."

Now Nizar was dumbfounded.

" In a conversation I even daydream. Tar kesambet you know"

"Congratulations pretty girl seems to have nothing to lose "god Nizar.

Beena turned her lips towards Nizar.

" Eh, keep..continue.kalo has become a doctor and not fat anymore. How many girls did you refuse?"

Nizar moves the fingers of his right hand starting from the index, middle, pinky.

Switch to his left hand

" Oh no.." cried Beena.

" I'm kidding Na"

Both laughed out.

“ Oh yes Na, You long time not in Jogja ?”

“ If according to plan two Weeks mas?”

“ Uh, during in Jogja. Om Hadi said you're sneezing?”

Beena nodded, “ yes mas, where can I refuse the wishes of father”.

“Included..” Nizar grew curious about their parents' plans.

“ Matchmaking we mean mas?"

Nizar nodded.

" I'm sorry, for this I don't know yet. I still have someone's application debt mas”

Beena cuts off Nizar's conversation, and he tells Nizar everything.

Tells if there is someone he is waiting for his arrival. One whom he always mentions in his prayer.

Beena wishes this was a good start if they really chose to get married.

So as not to be a regret for what he chose for his life and life.

Beena's face changed when the conversation became serious, adding to Nizar's admiration for the girl who used to be invited to fight over wet spring rolls made by her mother Beena. Who would have thought that the girl who used to be emotional turned into a charming adult woman.

“ Mas Nizar don't have to wait for me, because I know waiting is not good. Anyway I still have a one-year contract.”.

“ Yes mas ngerti, at least mas can still pick you up while in Jogja. Consider it an ojek” handyman

Beena smiled and nodded.

“Enak yes work on TV, can travel around town even abroad”.

“ Tasty and no it's like two sides of a gold coin. There is fun and risk side by side. And I'm going through it all with pleasure. Probably the same as other professions, doctors for example".

"You're right Na. Before at Jogja Hospital, I accepted the offer to become a doctor in the interior. Far from adequate facilities, the road is steep but in fact I am happy. I'm enjoying".

They are also swept up in the stories of their experiences during their respective career journey. Giving each other compliments can not be separated from both.

Sometimes, they are turned away because of the silly and funny stories they have experienced.

On the terrace of the house, both parents Beena and Nizar enjoy the view of two lovebirds that they are excited to be the ideal couple.

"Zul, have you seen our son?"

" You're right Di, They do fit ya "

"I'm happy to see Beena laughing so loosely" Mr. Hadi said.

It was the beginning of their meeting that determined a wonderful path for both of them.

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