The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

Exercises

"Alhamdulillahilladzi ahyana ba'da ma amatana wailaihin nusuur"

Where am I? Why is my body lying on a couch? As I remember last night I was still in the library.

Maybe it's because I'm sleepwalking. I can't imagine being like Akmal's sister who brought me here. Astaghfirullah al - adzim ... Let go of me, Robbi, from the mood that worries my heart. Do not want this mind to be contaminated with unnecessary things. Especially now that it's been real that Akmal's not my brother. But I still wonder who brought me here.

Who is Akmal, if not a brother then what? Because I feel, he's very close to me.

Well, now I'll pray dawn first. Ask forgiveness from mistakes that are intentional or unintentional. Or what I realize or what I don't realize. Please hint that I am free from this matter. And gave me immediate healing.

I raise my hand to acknowledge your greatness

I said a takbir to express how small I am

I recite Your name so that it is easy for me to complain

About what is hidden in the depths of my heart

About what became my wish

About what was my hope

I will be weak

Will be my powerless

I will not know who I am

I'll be scared

That is how I remember You

Whbahhh .... Good morning everyone. I open window. I greet a beautiful morning with happiness. Especially when you see the sun shining with a bright light. Through the night fog that still covers nature. Clear dew seems to hang on the lush end of the foliage. It's incomplete if I'm just in the room.

All the windows were open, as I walked through the living room. Same with the main door. Thank God, this makes it easy for me to get out.

It turns out that someone preceded me. He had now run small on the grass of the garden. Overlooking the sunlight. It seems like a lot of fun. I want to feel like I'm following. But not ah ...

"Come here! We're sports!"

I could only laugh a little and answer her broom. And also his hands.

Unsatisfied with my answer, he walked up to me.

"It's a pity that we pass the morning just sitting around." he asked, "And you're here too."

Yes yes yes ... That was also my goal when I came out to this place. And it's true said Akmal, When else can I enjoy the morning in this place. Not necessarily I'll be here forever.

"All right."

I can't stop following him. Always assented to him. In the end, I'll deal with what's my decision. Why this self can never escape from it.

I thought Akmal would push this wheelchair. But when he was next to me, he just passed me by. Turns out he went into the house. Back with a tool for walking the four-legged. O la la ... Exercise again. This guy is really disciplined once with the advice of a doctor. Not giving me a break to just enjoy the time casually.

"Yuk," he asked.

Inevitably, willingly unwillingly, I followed in her footsteps in a wheelchair. I occasionally glanced. Too bad he was always caught.

"What's wrong?"

"Sister when to go home. I've been home since morning."

"Jam 2 nights."

Never mind, the one who removed myself from the library room was this ghost.

God immediately released me from this atmosphere. I'm afraid of slipping on things you don't want. Because sometimes I feel like this heart is too fragile when it's close to it.

"What's wrong?"

Oops ...

We stop for a moment when the road goes down. Without me asking her to hold the wheelchair, holding her back from sliding free.

"Please, Brother" I said, "Sister is not tired, early in the morning has been exercising."

"In fact, let healthy be used for sports. Not even sleeping."

"Hehehe ...."

We are now in a flat place. He took off my wheelchair. Bring the stick to the sandbox close to where he does his morning exercise. Put that thing standing upright in the middle of the sandbox.

With a field like this. Must pass through the road divider even if only as high as no more than 10 cm. Then past the grass. Just got to the sandbox. Feels difficult.

"Ready!"

"No." I just plainly answered that. I have trouble crossing.

"Manja kali."

"It's not so, brother. It's you!" I run my wheelchair through the roadblock. The wheels can only go back and forth. Until I almost fell.

Hehe ... I saw a smile on his face. But ... He didn't come to me right away. He even seemed to enjoy my troubles. It sucks!

"By the way, cake!"

With a laugh, Akmal headed to my place and pushed the wheelchair to reach the sandbox.

"How now. Ready already?"

"Okay, Jamilah will try."

First I put my feet in the sandbox. After being sure, I slowly lifted up my body, holding on to the stick. While Akmal held the object firmly. Keep balance. My hands and feet were shaking violently.

"Let's get some spirit. You can do it."

I want to feel like I'm crying, this leg feels stiff, but when looking at the face of Kak Akmal, my spirit arises. Even if it hurts, I continue this exercise. Until I can stand up. And feel comfort in that situation. Then Akmal's brother moved the thing 2 steps ahead of me.

Okay ... Come on foot, don't you stop. Try again to reach for the stick. I encouraged myself, before this foot stepped. The next one ... So next. Until I don't know how long to train. My legs are getting lighter to walk.

"Enough!"

But I'm not satisfied, I want to continue this exercise.

"One more time, brother."

"No. Not because you feel you can. You crossed the limit of your leg ability. It's actually okay. But being careful is better. In order not to cause injury. Which aggravates the current state of your feet."

Heehhh ... This guy is really shitty. If you are not excited, burned to the fire. The turn was excited, put out until it was gone. What the hell do you want!

"It is .. don't be angry. Later when Aunt Farisha comes. You can practice again."

"Where are you going."

"There's something you need to finish. Maybe tomorrow you can see your parents."

"Really, Brother."

"Just pray for it."

"Oh Allah, may Akmal bring Jamilah to Papa and Mama. Let's miss them so much ...."

"Aamiinu. Thank you." Thank you." He chuckled looking at me who raised my hand and rubbed it on this face.

It's good to be a sultan like this. After the morning exercise, someone brought orange juice and breakfast. Although only a piece of bread given mayonnaise and also vegetables.

"Thank you. This is Ayu, Bi," Akmal told the middle-aged woman who delivered breakfast this morning to us.

He looked at me ....