The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

Saying

"Sister will propose to you. In order to hear your voice calling Brother that name." Finally off too. I am so relieved to be able to express it.

Jamilah was surprised not to think that Akmal kept the same taste. It turns out he didn't clap one hand. But wait, who knows this is just a fox fur sheep trap. I hope it doesn't.

"I wouldn't believe my sister's words if you hadn't come to my Mother's Father."

"God willing to take you home." Akmal answered calmly. Make Jamilah's heart more flowery.

"May Jamilah think first."

"Of course, brother doesn't force. But I really hope you accept."

Akmal doesn't know if he's welcome or not. Every now and then he looked at Jamilah who was pondering and lowered his gaze. I don't know what he's thinking. Want to know more about what is now felt by Jamilah. But not ... Let everything go as it is. Doesn't want him to force something that is now raging in him. If God permits and wills, it will come true in time.

What has been done is not forbidden. And what's been vilified in the chest, is not something to be kept. Suffice these few days as expressing his taste to her. Which has been stored for quite a while. May Jamilah be able to understand and understand about my race This is who wants to meet in his heart.

No more conversations . Everyone enjoyed the drink in silence.

"This means the day after tomorrow Brother is going to Papa's house."

"Yes" Akmal replied.

"If Papa refuses?" Jamilah said still with his head down.

In this case he does not know much. If it was just taste, maybe he could answer. But the blessing of the parents is important too. How he'll answer about this. The question just seems to arise. As it feels it starts to grow. It looks real in front of Akmal.

Akmal smiled. Not that he doesn't understand this. Even he understood very well that girls could marry with the permission of their guardians. Although it all depends more on the person who lives it.

"I don't understand why Brother doesn't force you to accept."

"What brother will back down."

Akmal smiled back. Didn't think I'd get that question. It turned out that Jamilah really wanted to know his heart. Waiting for his certainty.

"It's hard for Big Brother to back off. But it all depends on you."

"I find it hard to refuse my sister. Moreover, my brother has done a lot of good to me. Even I already owe my life to brother. ...."

"Stop ... Don't continue. Brother doesn't like it. Marriage is not just a return. At least with marriage it's religious we become more perfect. Even brother can not promise in marriage that we are happy or not. Because it is His provision. Depends on whether we accept it or not."

"Thank you, Brother. Already love enlightenment."

It's something difficult but special. Makes me flattered. But not ... I am still doubtful and confused. If considering my current race, then I will immediately answer yes ... I don't deny that it exists. My one desire is for that sense to grow in the right place. And I think what Akmal's sister has to offer is the right place. But in the future I don't know. It's a right or wrong decision. Fortunately, Akmal gave me some time to reflect before making a decision.

There's something else I can't cover. I'm afraid that's gonna be a problem.

"Akmal sir?"

"Yes. What's up?"

By the way, yes ....

"But Brother. I can't cook."

Akmal immediately laughed. After giving him an explanation at length and even height as well, in order to be able to take a wider view and more contained and meaningful in addressing the Maslah marriage, the ends back again to the thought that is so trivial.

Here's how to propose to a little girl. Things I never thought about, he thought about. I really want to tease him. But if you remember his anger that is sometimes unclear, do not have the heart either. It could be that the plan to apply for it will fail.

But when there's another chance like this, tomorrow he's home.

"Lho who?" Akmal rattled his eyes.

"Yes, Brother ...."

"Yes that's not it either. Don't be mocked if I don't cook it well."

"Indah Ayu Setyawati aka Jamilah. Have you ever heard the news, anyone died because his wife couldn't cook?"

"Hehehe, not really. I'm just as scared as you say. I'll eat at the neighbors."

"Oh ... That way. But you can eat in the neighbors."

"Kakaakk."

"Yes, it's again the situation. Cook rejected."

One empty. For me who always wins. Wrong herself to be a little girl. Makes me want to linger

at home, teasing her until she's sissy. It was so much fun. To the extent that Bi Umaimah several times had to look, see the excitement or hear his screams.

Sometimes on the sidelines we joke, the glimpse I see in front of me is a girl growing up. Instead of teasing her, I just want to go. Worried about letting go, "You're beautiful. You're special. You're the girl I've been waiting for ...." In the end I'll scream, "I Love You."

Moreover, the atmosphere was very supportive. May my wish be covered in the mist of sin. Ah, come on, I'm just gonna go. Wait for the halal so that later berahala and more romantic.

Several times he saw a clock curled around his wrist. Occasionally look into the front room. Like someone was waiting for him.

"Aren't you going?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes just go. It's late."

"No gate. Uncle didn't come."

"That's it, just go. Brother need not worry. Jamilah will be fine."

"All right." Akmal moved from his seat. Leave Jamilah who is still finishing his drink. Without any desire to carry it forward. Lha is already big. Cook should be delivered?!

Didn't expect Papa Ulya and Mama Naura to come. Some time when Akmal was just about to leave Jamilah. When he had just arrived in the living room at the time the car carrying Papa Mama stopped in the yard.

"Assynolajet. Thank God your mother came."

"Vaalaikumsalam. You want to go anyway!"

"Yes Pa, I'm going to take care of the paperwork for tomorrow."

"Yes.where is he?"

At that time Jamilah had finished his drink and cleaned the cup cup to be taken to the kitchen. Hearing the sound of a car coming he immediately headed there. Perhaps Farisha's uncle and aunt had already arrived.

He was momentarily shocked when he saw who had come. It turns out that it is not aunty Fariha and her husband, but aunt Naura and Om Ulya, namely Papa Mama Kak Akmal.

He also preceded to greet her, "Assalamualaikum Aunt Om."

Naura was not surprised but also happy when she saw Jamilah approaching her no longer using a wheelchair. They even know them very well.

"Jay Janirah. You're cured."

Jamilah nodded his head and said, "Alhamdulillah aunt. Thanks to Akmal and Pussy."

He also did not forget to shake hands at the two with reverence.

"Just call Mama to aunty like yesterday."