The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

Maaf

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.

This time I was really sad. Look at the garbage that Mang Maman brought out. The important notes are almost left.

Astaghfirullah al - adzim

Astaghfirullah al - adzim

Astaghfirullah al - adzim

Yes maqolubal qulub stabbit qolbu 'ala ininika wa tho'atik.

Akmal said softly and always adorned his lips with dhikr. Because his heart was really sad right now.

After everything looked neater, cleaner, he took a deep breath and threw it away.

"Mang, I'll drop it first. I'll take Jamilah to his house."

"Do I need to go, Den?"

"Eeee. Dach, comeon!" bring him. He followed Bara to his car that had been parked long on the sidewalk that connects with the front yard.

Mang Maman, he is the most loyal courtier and very trusted by his mother to keep the house of Mama Naura, his parents' house in Indonesia, until now.

The house behind it has now been transformed into a private laboratory. A place he secluded himself, to satisfy his curiosity for plants.

When he got there, he found Jamilah had fallen asleep in the front seat, with swollen eyes. Although he was very angry, but did not have the heart to build it.

"Mang Maman is behind ya ...."

"Yes, Den."

Bara first sat behind the wheel, along with the Maman man entered, then sat comfortably behind them.

While passing through the security guard post, Bara paused for a moment.

"Sir, please fix the electricity in the lab. yes!"

"Yes, Den." replied Mang Kasim, his home security guard.

"But be careful. All the wires are replaced."

"Yes, Den."

After that, Bara continued the speed of his car to the orphanage where Jamilah lived.

The back can crimp, but the front, is quite time consuming as well. It takes a quarter of an hour to get to the front door. But all turn it around too.

When he arrived, Jamilah was still asleep. Bara only glanced at a glance, then took his glasses. Put it beautifully on her eyeballs as well as pick up the book that was in front of her, reading it casually. He did not want to go down, making Mang Maman confused.

"Den, you're here, right?"

"Hemmm ..." ambiguous answer, dizzy head of loyal bodyguard.

"Or mang Maman first bring out the fruits that we bring."

"So much*."

Again - again that's what it says. Wait - wait, the trunk is not open. Mach, he's out of the car too. Angry yes angry, but mang Maman do not make Den target!?

Instead of dumbly, following the words of the master who was again grim, finally Mang Maman ventured to open the front door, wanting to wake Jamilah.

Haven't touched yet, yet,

"Let it go until he wakes up alone" she said coldly.

It is affectionate or angry ....

O Allah, forgive my lord, who is in this caliphate.

Mang Maman wanted to stroke the chest, but did not dare. Fear of becoming.

Finally he closed back up front. Then walk away from the car. Lucky not far from the parked car there is a park bench that is comfortably occupied. Especially located under a shady tree.

"Ah .. comfortable." murmured gladly.

Meanwhile, hearing a slight commotion, Jamilah woke up. The first thing he saw was a man who was still diligently reading a book.

"You've woken up." said a cold greeting.

But you dare not answer. He just nodded. Then back he sobbed.

"Sir Bara, sorry Jamilah, hiks... hiks .. hiks .." he said sadly.

"Wear the nangis gala. Do you know the losses I have to bear, with the failures caused by you. I don't think your tears can bring everything back. Now down!"

Try to open the car door. Which is actually easy. But since his heart was in turmoil, it became difficult. Exasperate Bara.

But he didn't, either. He got out first, helped Jamilah open the car door.

"Remove that snot of yours. So dirty."

Take the tissue in front of him.

"Wash your face. Not very good to look at."

"Good, Brother."

Although lazy to deal with Jamilah at this time, but he also helped Jamilah to stand and walk in the shower in that place.

From a distance, Maman saw him smiling. That's why his master is so friendly. Said angry?!

Mang Maman got up to the trunk of the car and took two baskets full of them from the house along with the seeds of plants that had become small trees. Ready to be planted.

While Bara led Jamilah, he carried the basket to the main house in front.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokatuh." greet mang Maman before entering the room.

Once or twice there is no guarantee. Only the third was heard from the room in a voice that answered his greetings.

"Wa alaikum salam warahmatullahi wa barokatuh, enter." invited Mr. Ridwan, Jamilah's uncle.

"Salvati ...." He was shocked by the arrival of his nephew with his feet bandaged and also 2 men with him.

"Isn't this sister, den Bara nggeh."

He knew him because once a time ago, his grandparents visited here, bringing little Bara with them.

"Good, Uncle."

"What my niece did to you."

Although he was irritated, but he did not want to report the actual incident.

"Kids, Uncle." Bara replied.

"I'm sorry about Uncle."

Bara nodded with a friendly smile.

"Uncle, I have souvenirs for the sisters here. Fruit as well as seed, to be planted."

"Well, thank you very much for Bara."

It looks like Mang Maman is busy himself taking out their luggage, Ridwan did not have the heart. He called 3 children who passed by to help him.

"Rizki, Ahmad, Ali help there."

"Nggeh Bah." answered them obediently. They headed for Bara's car, helping Maman to bring him into their place.

"Congratulations, Uncle. We're back first." Bara soon rose up, said goodbye and will leave the place.

"Bad brother, forgive Jamilah."

Silence does not say.

"Maybe you won't see Brother Bara again here. Bara's brother is going home to Bara's parents next week."

"Is it because of me?"

Bara quietly lowered his head, then raised his head without wanting to see Jamilah.

What is the difference between Jamilah and Bara. It seems that Bara is hiding something. But Ridwan wouldn't go that far.

"Assalamualaikum, Uncle."

"Wa alaikum salam warahmatullahi wa barokatuh. Thank you son, for the visit and the gift."

The two left the place towards the parked car.

"Sir ...."

Bara did not push, kept stepping away, continued,

as if he didn't hear it.

Shortly after, he was in his car. Slowly leave that place. After disappearing from sight, Jamilah turned back to go to his room. But prevented his uncle.

"Setyawati, you owe me the same explanation uncle."

"Yes Uncle. Setyawati had already damaged Mr. Bara's lab. But Setyawati was accidentally uncle."

"Then your leg?"

"Fall from the tree." replied Jamilah innocently.

Once again Ridwan's uncle had to stroke his chest, facing his extraordinary wayward nephew.