The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

Family Uncle Mustofa

Thankfully Papa had no hindrance, time to take time off at the time. So that we can perform umrah together.

As scheduled, two weeks after that, Uncle Mustafa came to the orphanage to pick us all up with his family. Papa, me, Uncle Ridwan and Umi, all set out in his car with Papa and Uncle Mustofa. Then for the plane we boarded his grandfather Kak Bara, said Om Mustofa.

“In the meantime we arrive, Let's get excited!”  There was a big smile on Jamilah's lips to hear the words of Papa Hasan sitting next to him. Especially when you hear the voice of the flight attendant announcing that the plane will land. Jamilah fastened his seatbelt, without help from Papa Hasan.

As soon as the plane landed perfectly, he immediately removed his seatbelt. And towards the exit.

“Thank you Brother,” greet Jamilah when passing a flight attendant who is guarding beside the door.

“Be careful Brother, do not let go of Papa yes, let not get lost.”

Joyfully Jamilah nodded her head. As soon as he got out of the plane he looked around him, the state of the airport was so great, that he was amazed.

“Subhanallah,” he said softly with his hand holding his chin and perfectly rounded eyes.

Step by step Jamilah went down the stairs of the plane holding tightly the hand of Papa Hasan. His eyes always went around as if not satisfied to admire the airport he had just stepped on.

That's how the kids ... Always amazed at the new thing even though it is the same between one airport and another airport, not much different. Is it the same for every airport?!

Likewise, when traveling to the holy city of Mecca. The view of Jamilah can not be separated to see the situation outside the car they are riding. Always arise questions on him especially when looking, as far as this vehicle runs, rarely he finds trees like most in Indonesia.

“Pa, why are there so few trees here?” A reasonable question.

“As soon as I am darling, this is desert area , son. It rarely rains. Crops hard to grow.”

Papa Hasan always called his daughter with his best call. So Jamilah always spoiled him, even though he was no longer a child.

 Jamilah mangosteen, trying to understand Papa Hasan's explanation. Although I don't understand very much.

Before long they arrived in the holy land of Mecca and prepared to perform Umrah. After putting their belongings in the hotel, they headed to the miqot. In order to immediately perform the worship of Umrah.

“How is Jamila, ready?”

“Each Uncle.”

He walked first leaving Uncle Mustofa's family preparing as well. Including preparing a stroller for her baby sister Devra. Look at it from a distance with joy. Then go back to them, because they don't know where to go. A driver greeted him to get into his car. Use foreign language again. Even though he could speak that language. But I don't know the guy. Fear ah ....

“What's the Jamilah?”

“Nothing, Uncle.”

“Sama Kak Devra yes,” he said while helping aunt Rima put her baby sister in her carriage. Oh ... It turns out that the baby's sister also participated in Umrah. He's dressed in white like us.

From that place we set out to Mecca to do thawaf, sai and throw jumroh. Drink zam-zam water too, water that is so clear and contains many properties, Papa explained. After the battle, we have finished the implementation of our Umrah this time.

“How to Jam?”

“Capek Uncle, but Jamilah very happy.”

“How about adding again. Back to that place, umrah again. We are here.”

Not even Jamilah replied, Aunt Rima protested first.

“Poor Alif, Pa.”

Hearing that om Mustofa immediately approached the baby sister train. And grabbed Alif in his arms. And kissed him many times, until Alif laughed out loud.

“Uncle, Jamilah can carry sister?” Jamilah really made him fascinated with the little brother. Understand the only child. I have never felt like I have a little sister.

“Bby.”  Mustafa gave the little brother to Jamilah. Slowly Jamilah accepted it and hugged her in her cradle. Just darling, Adek Alif suddenly cried. Helga ....

“Don't cry dong, Dik. Ayu's sister won't hurt you, kok.” What comforting words but dear does not make Alif's sister silent. Confused dech?

“So Tell me what?”

Yes ... indeed Jamilah said another name from his name, namely Ayu. Is that because of that huh?

“OK .. okay. Sister Indah.” He mentioned another name again. Turns out, hiks ... hiks ... Adek Alif would not accept it. He came back crying loudly. Brother Jamilah made it really bete plus kel. His introduction with little sister failed miserably. Plus Papa, Umi and Uncle Ridwan laughed out loud. Making his face instantly become gloomy.

“Yes already, call Brother Jamilah only.” He finally gave up too. Alhamdulillah with this name, Adek Alif suddenly silent and smiling. Now she can tease sister, laugh together.

All that can not be separated from the observation of Musthofa, Aunt Rima and also Devra. They all frowned. Wondering, what exactly is this Jamilah name?

“So Jamilah's name is Indah Ayu or Setyawati?”

Jamilah did not want to answer him He ignored Mustofa's question by pretending not to hear it. Secret dong, let them be curious.

“For Uncle Musthofa's family just call Jamilah. Non-use point comma.” Very strict ... The answer made Mustofa and his family shocked. There was no chance for them to ask further questions.

Mustofa can widen his eyes with Jamilah's very firm answer. But yeah, that's it. Children ... As long as they're happy, happy, it doesn't matter. Not this time she heard a nickname that was very different from her real name.

Ignore about that. Because now it looks Alif began to fatigue constantly teased.

“Yes, Brother Jamilah. Alif house. Let's be like mama. Okay?”

For a moment Jamilah refused to give Alif to Mustafa. He wants to play with his little brother. But because Alif was no longer seen responding to his teasing, he returned it to Mustofa.

“Kak Jamilah love you dech.”

Muuuaaach ... Muuuaaach ...

Make sure to give a lot of kisses, both on the stomach, cheeks and on the head before returning to Aunt Rima.

“Well if so, we go back to the hotel. Let later be able to pray the Hajj pilgrim Masjidil haram, in order to be rewarded 100,000 times from praying in other mosques. Tomorrow after dawn we go to Medina all day. In order to get a lot of reward also. 1000 times from praying in other mosques. How?”

“Is that Much Uncle?”

“True Uncle Musthofa, Setyawati.” Uncle Ridwan chimed.

“Wah if it is like that, Jamilah does not want to return to Indonesia. He wants to be here. Let's get a lot of reward.” His smile was perfect. Reveal the happiness of dreams created in his shadow.

Whoa, how to be a gini ... Can berabe. Not what Mustofa wants. It is only to seduce Jamilah to get excited about worship. But if it's this kind of urgency who's in charge.

“Whose name is here?”

“Sama Papa lah.”

Hasan climbed up, hearing Setyawati's plain speech. He was really made dizzy by his thoughts. Facing this one-of-a-kind Princess should be really extra smart. Otherwise it's gonna suck It's a kid. Worse, his spirit of goodness may disappear. That's not all we want, is it?

“Papa can not accompany you, Setyawati. Papa is working. Already ... Papa wishes that someday you could live near here. So can umrah many times, can pray worshipers in al-haram mosque, can go to the Nabawi Mosque. It's up to you dach.”