The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

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"Miss Ayu! Aunt pangling. It's big and it must be pretty. Aunty could only expect it, Miss Ayu's face was covered in a veil."

"Auntie could."

"Bi, please accompany Ayu. I'm going to go."

"Good sir."

Akmal sister immediately finished her breakfast and also finished her juice. Then he got up, tidied up the equipment I used for the exercises.

"Sister, can't Ayu ask to be brought by if Brother comes home later."

"By what?"

"Novel works .. in the library no."

"Hm ... Be able to."

"Thank you. Don't forget that!"

"God willing." Akmal smiled looking at Jamilah who looked cheerful.

Strange also this Jamilah desire. Not food or anything else. But books. Fucking little girl. I just want a novel. Let's be shy ria. Filling up free time. Instead of getting bored, keep getting angry. I was also the target.

Akmal tidied up the device. Prepare to lift him home. But not yet Akmal stepped, there was a car entering the courtyard of the house. Not Kak Aisye or Kak Akram's car. Who her? A woman, older than Sister Aisye, wearing a white nurse's outfit.

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Akmal's family is a lot. One-on-one introduced themselves. Who else is left behind? Is this one of them. Frankly, this is so much fun for me. As if I were in a real family.

But not ... I miss the people who come to me in every dream. Who they are, I don't know. But all I know is that I feel they are very close to me. I hope to meet soon. Including meeting with Kak Bara who always came to call me, accompanying me to fly through the clouds.

To ask Akmal, there is no courage. Moreover, he was very careful to provide information about me. There is fear, worry, anxiety, every time you say it. This is clearly visible in the look on his face that cannot be hidden from me.

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"Tante, it's Jamilah"So Akmal introduced himself to the woman

"Yes yes aunt knows ... The fee should be 5 times. Because you've made aunty unable to get into work today."

Tight as well as her, but it looks fun.

"That's all right, Auntie. Anyway I'm tipping him." He pointed at me. There is ... It always is. I'm a little kid who has to be left out.

It seems like Akmal doesn't care. I want to be arrogant, I want to be happy with his attitude. She's so cute. He left us for home with the training equipment in his hands. I don't want to care about it either. Going there or disappearing, it's none of my business.

I chatted a long time with Aunt Fariha. Until he got out of the house wearing jeans, a casual t-shirt and his glasses. I like him looking like that. Very young boy.

He just passed us to the garage. Shortly after, he was in his car.

"Sister, don't forget!" I screamed to remind him back.

"Yes" he answered before getting into his car and disappearing around the corner.

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Not less than 2 hours, Akmal travel to where Papa and Mama are now located, namely in the Tuzla district on the border. A place very far from the city, with a fairly beautiful rural atmosphere. A comfortable place to rest from the noise of the city.

He just stopped his car, when he arrived at a small and unique but quite exotic house. Surrounded by green grass and also shady trees around it. A very beautiful view coupled with a vine hanging on the path to his house.

Getting out of the car, he was already greeted by the middle-aged man, the gardener as well as the keeper of this house.

"Why and Mama are there?"

"Just gone, young master."

"Where?"

"Do not know young master. Usually not long. Maybe in an hour."

"Judek. How's my garden, Uncle. Has it grown buds?"

"Young master, look at it for yourself. You just take care of it according to the young master."

"All right."

He took the small pot that was in the warehouse. Then fill it with mossy soil, bringing it to the tulip bed. Take a few shoots, replant them in a pot.

"May-may Jamilah like," he murmured softly.

Not long after the sound of the car from the front yard. He looked at her for a moment.

"Thank God, Mama and Papa have come."

Get the job done immediately. Then immediately ahead to see Mama and Papa. Who is always friendly even though he does not look young anymore.

O Allah, ease my business. Launch my tongue to express this desire to Papa.

"Actmal?"

"Yes, Ma ... Pa. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa aleikum salam."

" How is Jamilah's progress?"

Instead of asking my news, Mama even asked about Jamilah.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother. Good. Currently it can walk even though it is still with a stick and limping. For his memory disorder, it looks like it's better."

"Then what's your plan?"

"Pa Ma, I want to take her to Indonesia. And ask for it."

Akmal glanced at Papa Ulya. Ever since he came there hasn't been a word out of his lips.

"What about Papa?"

"If you're determined, what right has Papa to stand in your way."

"Papa's party agrees?"

Ulya nodded.

"Thank you, Mom." He hugged the two tightly.

This was completely beyond her expectations. It turned out that Papa did not mind at all his desire, to edit Jamilah.

"If so ... Lusa .. Can we go to Indonesia."

"Is that so fast? Shouldn't you wait for Jamilah to be healthy first and remember everything?"

Papa Ulya shook his head with the desire of his son was very sudden. Because it was only yesterday that he introduced Jamilah to her.

"Hopefully meeting his family hastened his recovery. How, Pa?"

"Acclite ... Akmals. You're making Papa's work even more stacked."

"And there's Akram's sister Aisye. Refreshing is like that, Pa."

"Foolah. But can't you pull back that 2-day thing? Can't you just give up this business?"

"Can ... Can, Pa. The important thing this week is we send Jamilah home, as well as asking."

"You're who the hell. Papa was waiting for your mom to wear it for years. You've only met for a month already engaged."

"Hehehe ... But that's better, Pa."

"Yes ..."

"Yes, if Akmal wants to go home first. Tell me about Jamilah."

Her childish behavior made Mama and Papa smile.

"Go."

He immediately took back the pot containing tulips that he left just like that under the mango tree. Then put it in the trunk of the car before he entered. Ready to run it, slide off the place. Of course with a happy and flowery heart. The tulips she brought.