The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

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Jamilah who was lying limp on his bed. Confused by the arrival of the two men in uniform although not as colorful. The same skin as himself speaks Indonesian. While others speak different languages, they speak Turkish. Same with the language used by Mama and Kak Akmal. The color of their eyes is the same.

Actually what happened to me. Was there a mistake I made until they came to me. I see Brother Akmal, he's very calm. But I know that he's hiding something from me.

"Who are you?"

The two men looked at each other. Then they looked at Akmal for a moment.

"Mir ...." Answer Akmal lirih.

The single word I heard from Kak Akmal's lips was enough to make them understand. Coupled with a signal from Akmal give it makes it clearer. Yes ... I am amnesiac. I can't remember a single event right now.

They're speechless. Every time I talk I see them looking at Akmal. Brother Akmal looked at me and nodded, dispelling the misgivings I felt.

"Go watch. They're Brother's friends."

"I'm sorry. I really don't know you."

"It's okay, Jamilah. In time, you will know. I'm just here to say goodbye. We all want to go back to Indonesia. May it heal quickly. And go home, meet us again. Friends are waiting for your action" said the man in the striped shirt.

Home ... Serbia ... Fellows. His words really made my head dizzy. I looked at Akmal. The only person who helped me answer everything . I looked at her. He smiled and nodded.

"Yes. Good luck to the destination. Give Ayu greetings to friends."

The man's face creased for a moment. Looking at me full of question marks.

"When did you have Ayu's name?"

That's kok ... He asked back. Don't know if I'm called Ayu Jamilah. Just like Mama Kak Akmal gave me. What's wrong? Ah already ... I have to how. That's the only identity I know.

"Sir Akmal, who is he?"

"Your commander."

Just follow what Akmal said. My head is still dizzy when I think like this ...

"Sorry Commander. Jamilah still can't remember everything."

Commander Jamilah understand or not sich, if the memory of Jamilah is disturbed. I'm worried about making it worse.

And also too bold, talking to Jamilah with a very close distance. Moreover, his view never separated from Jamilah. I was suspicious ... Does he have a special taste in Jamilah? I hope it doesn't.

I'm grateful that with Jamilah's amnesia, I've had many opportunities to get close to Jamilah. Astaghfirullah al - adzim ....

Even though he's amnesiac, I'm still grateful not much has changed from him. I gave the code a little response. Fortunately, he was quick to say goodbye.

"Yes already. I'm going first. But maybe I'll come back tomorrow. There's still business left."

Thank God they finally left. If necessary, do not return. Not jealous but worried that his existence will make Jamilah worse.

"Sister, what exactly is going on with me?"

Should I tell you the truth? Say no yes ... I saw the look on his face, it didn't feel good. But if I explain ... I don't know anything about this. I'd better wait for the advice of the doctor who treated him.

"It's okay, Ayu Jamilah. Go sleep. Just continue your rest."

"Yes, Brother."

If it's this submissive, it's really sweet.

Akmal took the seat left by his commander. Put it next to Jamilah's bed. Then sit quietly. Without bothering Jamilah who started to fall asleep.

Than not knowing what's on the way. I better calm my mind with a little Murojaah.

Akmal took something from inside his shirt pocket. Smart phone, open the Quran application. Reducing what he had memorized. Slow reading but Tartil is quite disturbing the peace of sleep Jamilah. He did not continue his sleep. Prefer to listen to Akmal readings. Long time can't bear to participate.

"Sister, change how. Keep saying that word."

"Can you?"

"So, I underestimated you. It's tega!"

This kid could be sulking. May not because of his amnesia he likes to sulk. Except for his true nature. Really funny.

"All right."

Now they Murojaah alternately waiting for each other to read what they are saying. It was almost complete with Al-Anfal's letter.

Masayehlah ... Turns out his rote never went away even though he was amnesiac. They are so cool doing that. And only stopped Murojaah when Mama came back.

"Well, you're amazing. Mama didn't know you could do it."

"Mama from earlier nguping huh?"

Naura gave a small laugh answering Jamilah's question. Hehe ... Listening to his son reciting verses with Jamilah, a tartil pronunciation, fascinated him. Reluctant to disturb him. Until the reading is completely finished.

"Akmal also does not think that Jamilah can continue to connect until it is finished."

"Hehehe ... Mama could then praise."

Jamilah's face now looks brighter with a smile that expands and also his laughter that was once heard. I hope this is a good sign.

"Have rested. Let's refresh tomorrow."

"Good, Ma. Can Ayu ask for these hoses to be removed. I don't think Ayu needs it anymore."

"Sister will tell you. Sleep as your mother suggested."

When Akmal said, Jamilah just obey. His lips slowly said a prayer. He closed his eyes calmly. Now only softly heard his breath from the nostrils. It looks like his chest is up and down marked there's life. Though the soul and wishful thinking may have walked into the embrace of dreams.

After waiting for Jamilah for a while, Mama and Papa say goodbye.

"Akmal, let's go back first. I hope we get good news tomorrow."

"Aamiin's."

Akmal escorted his parents to the hospital door. Who still stood there, until his parents boarded their car. And disappeared on the streets that never deserted. Even though the night is approaching.

"Wa aleikum salam." The navy doctor looked at it for a moment. Smile when you know who is coming.

"Just go in, Akmal. You are very official with your own friends. How are you doing? Long time no see. I'm researching what else is nich."

"You're just there."

"What wind are you here for?"

"I'd like to ask Jaminilah's condition."

"So far it's good. Perhaps the impact of the waves on his head caused his memory to be somewhat disturbed. And also his feet. It may need therapy and also regular treatment. So that all can recover as usual.

"You mean, he can't walk?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Akmal was silent even though he remained calm.

"How long will it last?"

"It could be long, it could be fast. Depends on healing on the nerves connected. Hopefully not long. For a while, do not be surprised. So as not to get worse."

"I'll work on it."

For a moment Fahmi let Akmal think. He continued writing the delayed recap.

"Tumben, usually you are busy with plants. This is my patient's question. Ladies anyway. Suspicious of me ...."

"He's my responsibility."

"Take the parents of all. Kind of introduce a potential ghost."

Fahmi glanced at Akmal's face for a moment, with a smile. Don't think I don't know your story. Until we are confused by your attitude. That's not a special concern ....

"alright. I admit, he's the one I'm waiting for. How do you think?"

It's okay to be honest with her. In addition to friends, he is also a spiritual guide in his unit. And our age is not much different. I can enjoy talking.

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"The father and commander seemed to object. How do you think?"

"I don't know for sure about him. She's obviously a good girl. If you are a match, there must be a way. Supports you. I think what the Commander and your Papa are worried about is unwarranted. Now we have a more real enemy.****** and also mafia. Good relations between nations are better than unwarranted fears. You have two nationalities. But I'm just ordering, don't leave this country. Don't be like Bastian and Tazkia. Now he's crossing into Russia."

"May that not happen. And Jamilah understands that. Without sacrificing each."

"That's what I'm waiting for, man. Optimistic."

"Thank you for the support."

For a while Fahmi let the atmosphere quiet. To the point of making Akmal fall asleep on a chair, so quiet. Until he finished his job. How many minutes or hours. What is clear when he has finished his work, the clock has shown at 9 pm. Time to go home.

"Akmal, Wake up." Tega could not bear, he had to do it. He was waiting for his family at home.

"Eh yes, Fahmi. Sorry I overslept." His eyes closed for a moment. Before his consciousness returned to perfection. Akmal immediately got out of his seat.

"What's wrong. I just want to go home. Come on."

"alright. But first can you look at Ayu Jamilah."

"Yes." Yeah."

The two walked down the desolate and desolate hallway. Only the sound of the guard shoes could be heard passing by. Until they're at Jamilah's. Fahmi checked carefully Jamilah's situation.

"Can the hose and infusion be removed?"

"We wait until tomorrow. The nerves in his brain to get enough oxygen first."

"I understand."

"God willing, tomorrow morning can be gone."

"Alhamdulillah."

After examining Jamilah carefully. He cleaned up his equipment and put it back in his briefcase.

"Yes already. I'll stay first."

"Thank you. I'm interracial?"

"No need. You have a responsibility" Fahmi said with a smile. He really wanted to mark it. But Akmal delivered him to the end of the pavilion hallway. Then they split up. Fahmi's headed for the parking lot. Akmal returned to Jamilah's room.

He looked at the face of someone who was now fast asleep in front of him. There is a sense of sadness, pleasure, restlessness, confusion mixed into one. Not regretting what happened. But I don't know what the wisdom behind all this is.

The dimly lit color is now starting to change perfectly with the darkness

The cold fog of late night began to fall

Self-deprecating wrapped in sadness

Look away in sorrow

Not unaccepting

But ....

Could it be God's way of showing how to depend

Revealing the longing only at Him

The owner of a heart that is easily swayed will be imaginary hope for real

The owner of love of all love.