The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

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For Akmal wherever he is, the importance of his research on plants is not hindered, it will be lived happily.

And as Papa Ulya said, if he's safer here. He can practice taking care of himself and developing his talents. He enjoyed it too. Especially there is Bastian, a friend and co-worker who is very reliable. Together they studied, from Bintara until now has reached the rank of lieutenant.

Now Bastian diligently read the book given by Akmal. To the point of not realizing there was someone standing next to him.

“Seriously very, Tian?”

“Search for science from nganggur.” Bastian stops reading and tries to focus on Crist. Usually if this person comes there must be something important.

“Good. I love that.” while landing his body on the bench with Bastian.

“Tumben you are here, Crist?”

“Where's Akmal?”

“Sedang prayer. Maybe there's a message for him, I'll pass it on.”

“For both of you. Even us.”

“Meanway? Do we want to send again?”

“According to the whisper of the neighbor so. Even further away. We will be sent to the border.”

“My friend this one is really a talent to be a detective. Like to menguping.”

“Must be it, let us not be askew.”

“Good work. And I'm grateful to have a friend like you.” Getting such a compliment washed away Christian also laughed widely.

“There's just you ... I happen to want to use Akmal's invention this time.”

“Don't mess with you. Wait for permission from the department.”

“Don't worry, if that's for sure,” he replied with a horse's grin.

“When to leave?”

“You cannot remember the time.”

Hehe ....

Remembering their first task. Without prior notice know there is a siren ringing. It's midnight again. They were shocked and woke up. Electricity turned off. In the dark they prepare themselves. Of course the result is yes.

None of them were right in preparing themselves. There's a change of shoes, it's still mending. Some even wear shoes. The clothes are not buttoned, or wrong button hole so that it looks the tip of the shirt is not parallel. That's still nothing. There is also a wrong take pants. Not the uniform they wear but the Abu Nawas pants to sleep in or go to the garden.

Among the 12 members of the squad was only one who was neat, he was Akmal. Maybe because his life was filled with order. Under no circumstances will he remain equally regular. But unfortunately it came too late. 2 minutes after all lined up neatly, he walked towards us in his glinak-glinuk style. Calm and authoritative, said the person who had just woken up. Make other members gemessss ...

Fortunately, he had factor X, the professor of plants ... If it wasn't like that it might have long been kicked out of the force.

We are all automatically punished. Yes ... if the punishment is just run or push up. That can be overcome. But if it makes the whole army laugh, it seems to have to have special talent. With every effort we can, try to bring comedy in the middle of the squad.

But our efforts of 12 people, including Akmal, seemed futile. Because for 2 whole hours, not a single member of the squad laughed. Or maybe they purposely held themselves back from laughing. Really make senewen.

It was only when we were so tired of making jokes, and the time had already shown 3 in the morning, that they all laughed.  

Turns out oh it turns out they all want to prank us. Included in special squads with factor X. No one has a friendship fairy.

To avoid that happening again, we sent Christ to find out when we would get the assignment. To be able to get ready early and most importantly not to be a comedian in this squad. We also want to look brave, mighty, authoritative, calm like the other members. Not a joke, with our cleverness comfort them.

From then on, Akmal every day we invite to be able to act faster. Not much of his thinking. Although not 100% successful, at least in times of need, he is ready. Especially if there is a task.

“Yuk we're ready,” take Christian.

Fortunately, before long 6 shadows appeared towards them.

“Akmal, Rozi, Umar, etc. There's something for you.” That's how Crist calls them. Want him to call all the names of his friends, but if many, then he calls, “ and others.”

“What's up?”

“Prepared yes ... Don't melt. Let us not be punished. “

“Task again?”

“Iya, enjoy it, let us quickly move up the ranks.”

Eventually they all disperse towards their respective places. Prepare equipment that will be used later. Which can be used now. But if they can't prepare next to their pillow. If at any time the siren sounds, they can quickly wear it.

And so does Akmal. All his needs, already put in place.  Unintentionally, he dropped a photo from his closet.

He only found out when he wanted to put a scarf on a shelf that was in the closet.

“May ... Jamilah,” murmured small, without realizing Bastian had been standing at the door of his room.

“Now I know, what made you smile this afternoon. Turns out that photo was tho?” Bastian's eyes glanced towards the photo that was being held by Akmal.

“Do not suspect first, this is a photo of my sister in Indonesia.” With eyes that did not move from the photo. Makes Bastian even more curious. He approached, looking directly at the photo.

He was smiling too. This was completely beyond his expectations. Akmal is a very neat and orderly man. Anyway, perfect really. But why would he keep a photo like this.

Seen there is a picture of a little girl who was asleep with her eyes moist, nose like blowing a balloon alias grimy. It was also, why was there a lava flow at one end of her lips, that was soaking her light blue veil. Totally inversely proportional to Akmal's personality.

“That's your sister?”

“Why indeed?”

“While only.”

“But he is unique and funny,” Akmal replied with a smile. If it ends with such a statement, Bastian has raised his hand. Hearts and feelings belong to each. Ogah intervened.

“What are you doing here?”

“I want to return your book earlier.”

“It's done?”

“Already anyway. I just don't understand. Can you explain?”

“Tomorrow how. We have to be ready for the task.”

“Alright, promise don't lie.”

“Insya Allah.”

After Bastian died, Akmal intended to put the photo in its original place. But in hindsight, he put the photo in his wallet. Let us be faithful waiters for the wallet along with other cards. And can be opened anywhere, especially when there is a task, it can be entertainment.

Then lay down, on his bed, which was only enough for him. Might want to open a time hallway to meet Jamilah.