The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

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Just a few steps away, I heard something. It looks like a laboratory.

Arad ...

I stopped my footsteps, and turned on the building I left a moment ago.

Masiah Allah ....

What the hell's going on?

Where is the sapodilla fruit?

All I see now is a seed of sapodilla rooted, hooked one another to form a tree quickly, the roots spread everywhere to touch the glass of practicum that is next to it. And broken.

Before everything went wild, I immediately ran to grab it. Wanted to take him out. But it's very difficult. The roots are firmly stuck on the table. I moved the practicum equipment quickly. You have to race against time, because the roots are very fast.

I think I lost fast. There's no other way. Soon I grabbed the tree and the table.

Fortunately there was a Maman.

"Bar Den!" he was surprised by what I was holding. He ran to me. Who was fighting against the sapodilla tree that just grew.

"Please, Mang."

We can finally get it out. One of the roots accidentally touched my hand. I feel like I'm electrocuted even with a little power. But why is my skin like it's scratched by a knife, and it's bleeding.

"Den Bara's. Hands!!."

"It's okay, Mang."

We lifted the table, which was getting heavier. Because the growth of sapodilla is getting bigger and also the roots are getting more and more.

I can't think anymore, to stop this sapodilla tree growing. Especially it looks like this tree is alive.

When it was out in the open, and the sunlight hit the sapodilla tree directly, I noticed its growth slowing down. And it gets slower when we get to the small park in front of the laboratory.

And he really stopped, when one of his roots touched the ground. Roots that are originally like our fiber roots change shape into taproots. All the roots follow. Fused in the same direction into the ground.

Lasting but surely, the tree has now planted and grown well. Like a tree in general. And like nothing ever happened. Even more surprisingly, small fruits appear on the sidelines of the leaves. And develop as much as usually sapodilla fruit in general. Now the tree has completely stopped growing. Guess ....

With a gasp of breath and a tired body, I rested on a bench, which was nearby.

Oh my God, what really happened to that plant. I wanted to find out but it seems like this brain is hard to think.

I am tired of handling this tree. Moga has really stopped here.

Not even myself enjoying a break, Mang Maman shouted.

"Den what's the fire, in Aden's room."

I jerked. And immediately ran towards the laboratory. There, Mang Maman was busy extinguishing the fire that began to spread everywhere.

The fire burned a small wooden cupboard where I kept records of research results.

"Astaghfirullah Al - adzim. What's going on."

Mang Maman is out. Then come back with a bucket of water.

"Awhile, Mang. Don't be flushed yet."

I accidentally saw sparks coming from open wires. Most likely because it scratched the sapodilla tree roots a moment ago.

Where's the electrical panel?

Ah, it's close to my head. Immediately I pulled a small lever, to turn it off.

Mang Maman immediately splashed water on the burning closet. I helped her, got her another bucket of water, doused her again, until it was completely extinguished.

Now what looks is a messy room. Fragments of research tubes scattered on the floor, burning cabinets, research papers, now reduced to ashes.

Bara is very sad. Several times he took a deep breath. And took it out with a soft word Istighfar.

If she were a woman, she would cry. The place he had always guarded, now was like a very dirty and messy warehouse.

"Mang, help me clean it up."

"Good, Den."

Mang Maman faithfully and without much word helped Bara clean up the place.

With his hands wrapped in plastic gloves, Bara scavenged every object that was there, very carefully. Given there's a lot of dangerous liquids.

After cleaning and tidying up the surviving items. He helped Mang Maman wipe and mop the room with a sad down face.

"Sir Bara, what's going on?"

When did this dope come. Why I didn't realize his presence. Right now I'm really tired. Don't want to be disturbed ...

This little girl was the source of the problems she was facing right now. If the girl was more able to restrain herself, of course this did not happen.

A moment ago, he could understand the curiosity of small children the age of Jamilah. But seeing that his lab is now destroyed, he changes his mind, wants him to get angry, then punishes him or I don't know. But he can't do it, because he's still a kid.

Bara let Jamilah stand up without saying anything, let alone look at him. Make Jamilah sad and confused. Without being told, he helped clean up the room. He approached Bara who was wiping the porcelain table on the edge of the room.

"Sister Bara, do not let Jamilah. Just watch it unintentionally. Don't know it's gonna be like this."

Bara is not flinching. Trudgingly, Jamilah continued to help clear the place.

Now Jamilah's mood is also chaotic, especially with the attitude of Bara that. So that he did not realize his hand touched the tube filled with clear liquid. And the position of the tube is now tilted. It almost spilled.

Good thing I saw it. Immediately he shifted Jamilah, preventing the tube from falling, leaving Jamilah out of balance and sitting nearby.

Bara did not want to help him, even he tidied up the tube, without wanting to see let alone help him stand.

"Sir ...."

"Have you wait in the car just don't go anywhere, later sister delivery" he said coldly.

"Hiks .. hiks .. hiks .. I'm sorry, sister."

Keep standing next to Bara.

"Told to go, not go too. Do you want this place to get ruined, just leave."

"Hiks .. hiks .. hiks." Please don't budge, he wants to apologize.

Finally, Mang Maman spoke up.

"Non, go. Let den Bara clean this place up. Ayok, Mang Maman deliver to the car" said mang Maman softly.

With the help of Maman, Jamilah returned to the car waiting for Bara patiently .

When Jamilah steps away, Think of Bara monologuing himself ....

This time, there's no apology for you. Because with this, it's enough for papa to get myself into the military. Because I have failed. Failed to prove that I really mean it in this field.

Repeating, there is no time.

Putting together what already exists, is impossible. Because it is difficult for me to compile research results without the right data.