The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

Not the Room for Me

But to think further, it feels like wishful thinking is still stuck in the dream tree.

"You're Jamilah, aren't you?"

Stop the steps half-consciously. Uh ... How do they know my name?

He looked at the person who greeted him from behind the veil. I think I've seen this guy. But where? I think the shadow is still faint to me. All I know is Christ and Bastian. Or is he the one who came to the island. Ah ... I think about people who are not clear. To step I just follow directions. Because I'm still sleepy ....

Continue to follow his friends. Without seeing it first. His steps stopped when he was about to enter a room. Where are the ladies' friends? He looked to the right and to the left. Lho ... Kok guy all. Uaaghh .. shame on me. Does this mean only herself, the female soldier who was captured. Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun .... Naas is right my fate.

Before all realize, Jamilah turn back, leave his entourage. Here's how if you're still sleepy tell me to move places. Almost got the wrong flow. There are also head rings. He threw himself on a chair in front of the building. Several times yawn and tekluk-kluk. Continuing a delayed dream.

"See, I'll show you your place."

A soft voice built it. His eyes were open, albeit with some force. Uh ... Again that guy. I think he's good. Just follow ... Now the vision is a little brightened up. Not to have the wrong address.

If you have a clear purpose. Very light when stepping. Until I don't feel like I'm at the door of a unique building. Other than others. Looks like one of the main buildings in that place and this seems to be ... I was doubting.

"I'll stay first."

"Oh yeah, thanks."

Half-consciously, he observed the building in front of him.

Why is it quiet like this. This building is uninhabited. But the lights are bright?

"Accoland ...."

There's no answer. Make curious. But I didn't have the courage to go in. Alhamdulillah ... There's a young sergeant, a girl anyway. Can be made friends.

" Why don't you come in?"

"Is this safe for me?" The atmosphere of war keeps me always on my guard.

"Do you still suspect us. The war was over an hour ago. Now we can relax" he replied in fluent English. And a friendly and friendly smile.

Give her best smile in response. Not that I don't speak English. But it's really uncomfortable if he comes in first.

"Calm down, you're in the right place. I'm my roommate. Come on!"

I don't think I should have kept my suspicions. This woman is very friendly. Now it's time to continue my dream. The room looks very different.

I wonder why there are small microscopes and bookshelves. It's not like a bedroom. More in accordance with the laboratory. Great times, there are places like this there are places like this.

"Are you a researcher, aren't you?"

"No. It all belongs to the general" he replied. It makes me nervous. And prejudiced that is not. Don't-don't ... A bad shadow suddenly popped into my head.

"So this room belongs to the General?"

"true."

Let's look at the woman with a sharp, upset and angry look. Forgetting to feel very sleepy. A moment ago he felt. Take it out, it'll throw all that flavor away. The woman was silent and smiled without wanting to block her steps. He even followed, coming out too.

"Why out?" The question is not to make this prejudice disappear.

Jamilah's steps stopped. He looked back. With a faint smile, he grabbed Jamilah's hand. Will bring him back inside.

"Let go! I don't want to be in this room!"

At first, he refused to let go of Jamilah's hand. Even he seemed to intimidate her to have Jamilah follow his will.

But not for how long there was a smile on his face. Along with taking off Jammilah's hand. There was a small voice that slipped from his lips. Who seemed to be laughing at his childish attitude.

"You're very alert. Salute me to you."

Ah ... pleasantries. I don't know if I'm still suspicious of him.

When he raised his hand and placed in front of his head like a salute, accompanied by perfectly rounded eyeballs and also thick eyebrows raised. I just felt my prejudice was wrong. But I don't know, I want to mark it too right now. Stay here, a chance to make friends.

I continued my steps too. Because, I also feel uncomfortable when I have to be in that room. Men's room. It will be suspected that is not. I continued my steps which had stopped. Back to the veranda I went through for a moment without me caring.

After this foot touches the grass. We also stop, and throw the body in the expanse of clumps that begin to dew. He just followed me with a genuine smile.

"May I accompany you?"

Enjoy the night by seeing the beauty of nature, more fun than indoors. Especially with a light conversation. When will I find another opportunity like this.

"I think it makes me more comfortable."

"Excuse us, if this welcome, makes you misunderstand.It is not in our minds to deceive the guest. This is our honor."

Actually I'm just not comfortable if I have to be in that guy's room. But to say that, worry offends him.

"The war is over. Isn't there still one more day?"

" Soul of the warrior. The war continues. Aren't you tired?" Ledek. Make Jamilah smile for himself.

"Who wants war."

Yeah, who wants war. Want it peaceful, safe, sentosa, no interference, make us calm. But if at any time there is something. Not ready, how? ...

"Tomorrow we've exchanged prisoners. After our Commander arrives, we can treat you like a guest. Sorry if I treated you like that. That's our rule."

Let's just smile. Because if you remember from that side, very sad. But if it is felt from the other side like seeing the atmosphere of the night under a different sky, there is a sense of its own that makes it grateful.

After a long conversation with a new friend made me forget about time. If it were not for the more severe sleepiness, perhaps our conversation would not have stopped. I finally fell asleep in that bed. Until the dawn of the Adhan woke me up.

These eyes were not completely opened, when I saw a man enter the room that would become my room. He soon left the place dressed and a kopyah on his head. That figure seems familiar. Not Bastian, not Chrits, not the man who greeted me last night.

It seems, he figure I already know. And very familiar. Is ... Is ... he ....