The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

Clothes for me

Not even his consciousness returned. The woman patted me on the shoulder, making me flinch so that the drowsiness disappeared.

"Why not wake me up?"

"I just woke up too."

We rise soon too. Wagging clothes from dry grass grass attached to the shirt. Even with a makeshift dress, I went to follow his footsteps towards the mosque, to perform the dawn prayer.

After the dawn prayer, I was still reluctant to go down. Leaving my place prostrate. Still feels all over this body ache. The war games have drained all my energy. However the body has been trained, if suspended will constantly be tired as well. A moment of lying down, I think it's okay.

But not long ago I leaned. There are calls for us to gather together in the field. What's wrong? Why they seem unwilling to see us relaxing for a moment. He said we were guests. No longer a prisoner. But what is the treatment like this? Makes me rethink the war that he said was over. Patience ... Patience ... Patience is loved by God.

I followed that call, though. Not because of their orders. But because I want to start the day as I usually do. Enjoy the morning with a little light activity. Jogging or gymnastics. Enjoy the fresh morning air. Which has not been contaminated by pollution. And also staring at the beautiful sun that began to smile behind the clouds. The one who was still timidly showing his face with a reddish glow. Exactly like myself when people are being praised ... Whyallhhh ... Narcissus out.

Apart from the party where I prostrated, I saw my captive friends, now gathered in the middle of the room. Looks like we'll do gymnastics together. Maybe just waiting for me to start. But don't expect me to lead it. Sorry .... Not what. It's purely because of the music. Which makes the head turn. Doesn't understand the meaning either.

"Come, come on gymnastics!"

"All right." Just follow. Fun opponent ... Eee ... Buddies.

It turns out it's not just us. But from the side we fought yesterday, doing gymnastics as well. We're merging. Instructors from them. So exciting and crowded. Especially closed with a tug of war race. This is what makes me shake my head.

How is it possible, years of training to be a soldier. The waves are just pulling the mines?!

Just be right!

Never mind, enjoy ... I'm not the player. Just as a cheer squad on the sidelines.

We enjoy the morning with fun. No sweat has come out a lot. Makes my body smell even more. Especially not changing clothes. And also has not bathed again since after from the crocodile nest. Don't imagine how it smells ... I don't want to kiss her myself. Especially you.

"Sister, where's the bathroom?"

"Yes .. in the room last night."

"But that's the General's room! Is he not angry?"

"Do you want to take a shower in that room?" The tail of his eyes leads to the building where friends spend the night.

Astaghfirullah al - adzim ... Ah, that's right. Cooking the bath in their bathroom. Men all. Here's how it is in people's places. All are limited.

If so ... I remember the house. Have your own bathroom. In the room again. Go nowhere. And can enjoy my privacy freely. How are Mother Zulfa and Papa. And of course with my little sister ... Kinkyeeen ....

"Hi, why daydream?"

"Home kangen."

"Have ... Choose the General's room only. There is no one. There's a sister too. Safe!"

"We have training. We'll introduce you to a new plane. You can try later."

He smiled, and nodded his head.

"Here, take a shower. We have breakfast. Then as you wish."

This is what makes me excited. Trying a new plane. Moreover, the plane that made me bend my knees. That way I can learn the advantages and disadvantages. At times facing this plane is not as dangerous and can beat it.

With this beautiful sister, I entered the General's room, albeit with doubtful steps. Unexpectedly on the table there was a paper bag. And on it is written my name. But really? I dare not touch it. Just ignore it ....

I continued my steps towards the bathroom. Simple but comfortable enough. Not until my feet step in. The beautiful sister called my name.

"Here you go, this is for you."

Uh ... Turns right. It is my license. I'll take it. It just so happens that my clothes really stink. Wear it again, it feels uncomfortable.

I grabbed the paper bag from the grasp of the beautiful sister. I see, in it. There's a dark brown shirt with milk chocolate. That's my favorite color.

"For you. From the General." He gave it to her with a smile. To be honest, I became suspicious. Accept anything yes ... Are every guest who comes here always given a gift? There may be shrimp behind the rock. It could be a problem like this ....

"General big brother is very good."

"Hm ...." Again he smiled meaningfully at me. But what does it mean ... I don't get it. It really makes me suspicious.

"It's nothing, right?"

" Don't think of anything. What matters is that there is a change. Than wearing that kumel shirt. It's just a bother."

Hehe ... But it's true. The clothes I wear should be replaced immediately. So don't be ashamed to join them later.

I brought the paper bag into the bathroom. To be able to change, without being noticed by that beautiful Brother. Once I finished cleaning myself, I also tried the clothes that were meant for me. It fits in the body. It was comfortable when the shirt was on my body.

I also put the clothes that I had worn, into the paper bag. Replacing the new clothes that are now attached to my body.

Get out of the bathroom, I don't see that beautiful sister anymore. Where the hell is he? Oh, there may be a need. Just think of it that way.

The body is fresh. The clothes have changed too. Now it's time to fill your stomach. Feeding the inhabitants inside. I joined my friends who were already in the dining room.It turns out that the beautiful sister was also there with her friends.

After that we headed to the field. There were some friends there. Line up neatly waiting for instructors who will give us instructions on how to fly their planes.

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Meanwhile, in the room that had just been left by Jamilah. Sitting blue eyed man. He looked seriously at the photo in his hand. Sometimes a smile appeared on his face.

You were a kid, still cute. Make my lab destroyed. And you didn't stop crying to get my forgiveness. Do you still remember me?

I still remember what your name is, Indah Ayu Setyawati.