The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

Drawings

Jamilah looked sad at Bara's departure. Wanted to call him but his tongue was like a tongue. He could only scream in his heart. Please Brother Bara, look! lookatme! So I can be sure that it's you.

Bara's step further away but there was no sign that he would turn around, looking at him who was still waiting. Although the road seems to be slowing down.

There was a sense of disappointment and despair, enveloping him who was still also hopeful. He also looked down at the expanse of marble that looks very beautiful, which is now his footing. Merely just want to divert his confused feelings, feel neglected.

Let him go, and he no longer knows himself. Let the apology he wants to say, be wasted. Because it might mean nothing anymore. Whether it's forgiven or never forgiven, Jamilah doesn't care. Because Bara doesn't care either. What to think.

Take a slow step as if full of weight towards Papa Hasan, Uncle and Umi Ridwan. They were already standing next to the car that Akram was going to drive. Prepare to enter.

“Wah, whew ... It turns out you can be sad too,” said Akram. He wanted to tease Jamilah who was languishing.

“One of the people huh?” coined. But I didn't get any response either.

Actually Jamilah heard, but lazy to answer it. Because it's not okay. His encounter with Bara, instead of giving joy, but instead made him languish, neglected. Kesalodoyll ....

He continued his footsteps until he got to the car. He even forgot that there was Papa Hasan. Without saying anything before getting into the car, passing it just like that. Papa Hasan lowered his head, getting ready to enter the car.

“Hey, hey ... why are you?” Akram tried to prevent her from the impoliteness he did.

He looked at Papa Hasan standing by the door.

“Excuse Faithful, Papa.” His face looked sad and wailing. But he also did not move from his seat.

Hasan saw the joy of Jamilah who suddenly disappeared into a heartless. He let his daughter sit down, not wanting to disturb him. But how?

“Setiawati wants to be on Papa's bench?”

By me? ... Nope-no. He was no longer a child, already close to graduating 6th grade, albeit with an acceleration path.

“Papa, Setiawati is big. Don't want to, lah.”

For a while, it seemed that he had made a mistake. Ignoring manners in the elderly. To occupy the place that his father would occupy.

“Eh yes, Papa. Faithful wrong place.” Let's get up and leave that seat.

“Please, Pa.”

Hasan sat down which he left behind. He opened the second door. And occupy an empty place in the back, with Uncle and Umi Ridwan.

“Nah so ... it's the new sister who is okay,” said Akram. Jamilah ... Jamilah it.

Jamilah's smile expanded, staring for a moment at Akram who was staring at him from the rearview mirror installed in front of him. Then turn to the beautiful scenery outside the window. Ah, never mind ....

He tries to make peace with his feelings. Throw away thoughts about Akmal. There can be no more sadness just because of him. Moreover, having to cry on the lap of Papa Hasan as he usually does. Just because it was ignored by Brother Bara. No ... That can't happen. He's grown up.

“Kak, when is the path.”

“Oh yes, it is ready.”

“Siap Mr. Acram,” answer them compact.

Oops, I forgot it wasn't just Jamilah in this car. Akram smiled.

The car left the parking lot at the airport. Following the speed of the vehicle driven by Aisye who brought Uncle Musthofa's entourage and his family.

Everything was clear when Jamilah found Akmal in front of him. How happy, happy, to the point of forgetting his existence. Jamilah ran away from himself just like that, just because he wanted to see Akmal.

Even forgetting the whereabouts of his father and the other family before him, was also his initial goal. But as soon as he saw Akmal, he forgot.

Unfortunately what happened was not in accordance with what was desired. Akmal won't respond. Disappointed in weight nich ....

My smart twin brother also plays. As if I never knew him. Though I knew that behind it he was enjoying, the mood of the little girl. That's why Jamilah no longer looked at him, he secretly photographed him before he went missing. There-there is only ....

Well, this again ... Also send a notification to me. The time of the picture has not been able to treat the miss. I was told to take pictures again.

“There-There's only my sister this one,” grumbled Akram.

“What's up, Mr. Acram?”

“Nothing, Uncle.”

It was fortunate that such an incident escaped the observation of Uncle Hasan. I don't know what happens when he finds out.

It's okay, if you know. Process ... Process. Hehe ....

After traveling for almost half a day they arrived at the Ulya family residence.

Always try to be happy in their midst. Even though what he was looking for did not exist. But there is Kak Akram and Aunt Naura who are so kind and friendly to him.

Even when relaxing with family he was invited to play the piano together. Already if gini .. forgot Akmal's shadow for a moment. He really dissolved and enjoyed the atmosphere of warmth in the middle of Kak Akmal's family. Akmel ... True Akmal. They call it that.

Yet there was still disappointment in his heart. And it was carried back to Indonesia.  Let's try to keep those feelings together, embarrassed to know people. He also tried to be mediocre.

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Another Jamilah Akmal. His encounter with Jamilah who was momentarily at the airport, really made him miss even more. How many times has he seen the photos that now fill his gallery.

He has grown taller now. Might as well be more mature. Although sometimes I miss seeing his childish nature, spoiled and sulky.

It feels like it is still missing too ... He also sent a notification to Akram, to send photos again about Jamilah, as long as he was at their parents' house, in Turkey.

[Have a son, your brother you've made a ruckus]. The reply notice from Akram really made his heart languish.

]Yes ... Elder brother. Tega kali Brother for your sister is languishing]. Akmal tried to seduce.

Long time no response. Bored himself, too, waiting. Ah never mind, maybe I should settle for cool pictures, which I took clandestinely.

Akmal smiled to himself, before closing it all down. Before Bastian asks. He likes to see what he does. Always sit close to him, wherever he is.

A few days later entered on his phone some pictures about him. Buaaanyyyaak again.

He who was eating, was riding a tree, was playing the piano, or was being chased by the black man, my horse which I left at Papa's house.

Ah, it turned out to be very good to your sister on this one, Akmal muttered.

[Please, Brother]

[Unbelieved, I]