The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

I've been here

"So I know this place?"

"Oh yeah. If you can remember it, then your memory development is good."

Alhamdulillah ....

"That means .. I've been here, brother."

No Answer from him. All I see is his smile. Then he pointed at a photo that was on the wall of the middle room. A little girl may be about 8 years old wearing a white shirt, white hooded, sitting sweetly playing the piano.

"Is that me, brother."

He nodded and smiled as he said, "Right."

"Ten years ago."

"Oh."

That means I'm 18 now. Very small ... That's why Akmal calls me little brother.

" I'll take you to your room."

I just want to let go of what was done. This is not my home. So I don't know where to go. For sure I believe that what he did was good for me.

Every hallway I walked through, as if whispering something to me. I don't know what it is, maybe about the past.. I tried to connect it but I couldn't. Until I realized when Brother Akmal gave me his handkerchief. To wipe the sweat grains that began to appear on the forehead of this head.

"Don't think too hard."

I shook my head too. To unwind from the work of neutrons hiding behind this headstone.

This house is quite large, beautiful, like a palace. Lots of room in it. Unfortunately the residents are not there to make the aura of this house calm and shahdu. I don't want to call it creepy. It'll make my hair stand up. Not scared, but goosebumps .

"Where's Aunt Fariha?"

"Maybe it'll be here soon."

"If Aunt Umaimah?"

"There's in the back room .... If you need anything, you can go straight there. The kitchen is in the back."

"Library?"

"There was. You're going there."

"If possible. While waiting for Aunt Farisha to come."

"Good idea, let me take you there! These things let the driver get here."

Not yet we stepped out, I suddenly heard the sound of horses neighing. Ngkibel ...

Spontaneously my hand reached for his hand that was pushing my wheelchair.

"What is that brother?"

He's laughing a little.

"Black one, my horse. Scared?"

"He ... I thought what."

I immediately let go of her hand. With laughter anyway. Laughing at myself who was caught off guard was terrified. Where should my face be placed. Especially in front of this guy.

We're out of the room. Heading to the middle room. Then head west of the room. I knew the library was next to him. Nach, that's the piano in the picture.

"You remember! How do I play it?"

"I don't know. But maybe I can try."

He opened the piano. And sit on the little chair in front of him.

"Come on!"

"OK." I walked in a wheelchair to him.

He pressed those piano keys. Bring a song. I don't know what the title is . It must be beautiful and beautiful. I can only accompany it slowly. By suppressing the rhythms that I find suitable.

"Dye. You're very nice. No less than a professional."

"Sad Brother has to go. We'll play again tomorrow."

"Yes, I wait ... Take care of your health, brother."

"You too. Do not forget the reading time. Don't get tired. Don't sleep too late. No ...."

Wadw ... The rules are so much. Not this, not that. To the point that I don't remember what the first one was. Here's when I meet my perfect sister. Everything has to look perfect.

"Sister, when's he coming home?"

"Tonight Brother there's a picket. Then tomorrow there's some business you need to finish. But I'll try to get here early in the morning."

"OKs. I'll wait, Brother."

"There is HP you can use. There was my number, Kak Akram's number, the same as Aisye's. Use as wisely as possible!"

"Numbersome."

"Yes ... I'm goin. Remember!"

Especially the hell ....

"Yes .. yes, Brother."

He smiled and left me in the library. I saw him not going straight out of the house, but heading to the room on the 2nd floor. Oh ... Maybe it was his private room.

Not long after he came down the stairs. Head to the living room. Then I heard the door open and close again. From behind the window I watched two men heading to a car parked in front of the house. The same car that drove me to this house.

After he left, I just felt the suniness of this house. For a while I tried to play some of the songs written in the book on the piano. Until I'm really tired. Finished playing with the piano, wanted to sleep. But these eyes are hard to shut.

Then I picked up an English novel. The story is interesting.I read it. From chapter 1, chapter 2 ... to ... ZZZ ....

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Leaving him alone, not heart. Moreover, I got a call from Aunt Fariha, if tonight I can't come home. Poor him. All right, I'm home. It's past picket time.

"Robby, I'm home."

"Tumbens?"

"Yes, I miss home."

"Really ... Ah, it's up to the general." My master doesn't usually come home. How to be Su'udhon. It's up to him too

"Assalamualaik."

"Wa aleikum salam."

The wind that blows tonight is very cold. Maybe because the autumn is coming to an end. The thick jacket I was wearing was unable to protect my skin from its blow. Especially now that it is mixed with dew. All that did not prevent me from penetrating the darkness of the night in order to achieve the goal.

The road is very long. No sound of cars heard. Just the rhythm of the night animals always decorate along the way. From the base to the house.

"Master," said the guard who was always on standby at the front post, before opening the gate.

"Same?"

"Sir, Mister."

"Yes already."

Akmal car continued its run until it reached the courtyard of the house.

He shut off the engine. Stop for a moment before going out. Shake his head and shoulders first.

Not enough with that, once the body is not imprisoned in the vehicle, he continues to move all of his limbs. Go left and right for a few moments. After feeling enough, he continued his way to the door of the house with the key he had held.

"Assalamualaikum" Akmal said in a soft voice. Although convinced that no one answered, but Akmal always said it if he entered his house. There is no human being, it could be another being who will answer without a voice. (If there was a sound, he might have run away. Heheh ..).

He was stunned when he found the library room still in a brightly lit state. Don't-don't ....

Correct guess. Jamilah is still there. Sleeping in a wheelchair. With a book on his lap. He smiled slightly, approaching Jamilah. You sleep funny. If this continues, the sins of my eyes are more and more stacked.

Pray well tomorrow when I talk to Papa and Mama. My heart is heavy without the blessing of the first person I love.