The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

My brothers

Arriving at his home again, Bara observed the sapodilla tree which a moment ago had made him fight for me. What's wrong with this tree ....

The embers took one leaf and one sapodilla from the tree. Of course the hands are covered with gloves. Bara was surprised when he saw the sap coming out of both objects. From the leaves comes a white sap like milk. While from the fruit, the lymph comes out with a pungent aroma.

Honey, sapodilla fruit that makes a scene that there is only one fruit, has been picked Jamilah. Other fruits as usual. Only the fruit has undergone a change.

And the tree, now dead with the fruit that is still there.

In order to solve these problems, it seems like I have to do a re-investigation.

"Assalamualaikum, Papa." said Bara from his cell phone.

"Where's Akmal?"

"OK Papa. But my research has not entirely failed. Akmal needs deepening Pa, give it a chance, Pa."

"No. Time for you is finished. Or you can no longer do research."

"As long as I can continue my research, okay."

"Deal. Papa agrees. Papa pick you up in a week."

Ulya, Akmal's papa.

Not that he did not know his son's interest in plants. But there is a part of his hobby that needs to be developed but needs good protection.

If the research is just development for agriculture, Papa Ulya is fine. But since getting into high school, he has been dabbling with research that causes himself to be anxious.

Papa Ulya had kissed the existence of a bad gelagat who targeted the son. Because of the intelligence they possess.

If only he had sent all this time to Indonesia, it was all for the safety of his son. But not for that he can do. Because he's a civilian.

With his influence in the government, Ulya tried to direct his son. After all Akmal insyaallah easily passed the entrance exam of the military academy, both thoughtfully and physically.

That way institutionally, the soul of his son will be protected.

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Now the awaited time has arrived. I have set my heart to go. Although being a soldier is not what he wants, but try to accept it with a chest of air.

So he said to Papa Ulya first as a promise. If in one year he can not finish this project. Then the second choice was to enter the military academy according to his father's wishes.

"Mang, I'm tipping this place yeah .... Maybe you haven't been here for a long time."

"But, Den. Mang Maman was afraid. Later if there are plants like that again, Mang Maman should how?"

"Don't worry, Mang. Those plants I brought too. I want to continue my research there. Sure can. All I have left are plants that are safe. And can be enjoyed."

"Then, if it bears much fruit, Den ..."

Not finished talking, Bara has spoken up ...

"Boleh mang Maman sell. But send for the Orphanage brothers first one third of the garden results, the others may sell Maman, and take 20% for you. The rest of the tube first. Who knows if there will be a sudden need."

For a while, Den Bara said what. Use the numbers as well. Mumet. My math lesson was destroyed. How can such calculations. Anyway, what I remember for the orphanage is partially saved the rest.

"The Nggeh Den."

"I believe in Maman."

"Yes, Den."

Mang Maman mangosteen, but confused.

"The plant that I moved yesterday to the pot. It seems calm, nothing happened."

"Hopefully, Aamiiin."

Mang Maman should not be spoken in that language, Den Bara. Truly head quail, muttered mang Maman.

Not long after, a jeep came by. Parked in front of the house.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokatuh, Brother Akmal?" A beautiful girl veiled and bluish-eyed came directly to embrace Bara.

"Wa alaikum salam warahmatullahi wa barokatuh Aisye. Where's papa mama?"

"After coming. Still stop by Om Mustofa, see Kak Devra."

"Sister hasn't had time. Brother is still serious about the sister project.

His face became makyun. There was no gift for him. Though the gift from his brother this one is a gift that is always waiting for him.

"Then ...."

"Tuch .. is in the refrigerator."

"Asyiiiik ..." cried happily.

Akmal knows very well his only sister's favorite. Fruit salad. Before they came he had already prepared it all in the refrigerator.

Aisye headed for the refrigerator and immediately enjoyed it in the living room, while turning on the television in front of her. Leaving her twin sister talking warmly in the living room. Waiting for my mom to come.

"Kak Akram, you're enjoying it, you're not being asked to go to the military."

"Sir, I envy you. Got a chance to get into the military."

"We are tukeran aja yok. Brother in the military I want to keep going to the plants."

"You want business school. As you ask me?"

"No. That's why I entered the military instead of asking for business."

"Well .. that's a hassle. Papa hopes that with your research it will help protect the country."

"Oh .." Akmal replied with a nod of his head.

All this time, Akmal had never thought about it. All he did was research and research, just wanting to satisfy his curiosity.

"Udah, ah. I'd like to relax, puyeng me if you think a lot. I'm not you." said Akram, twin brother. Twins are indeed .. but from the physical and nature there is no similar.

Skin, Akram is rather dark, Akmal is more clear. Eyes, brown acram, blue Akmal.

Akmal is quieter and closed.

The accram is more open.

Even so, the same way since childhood.

Such twins are the result of a combination of Andre's father, a native Indonesian, with Naura a Turk. Hehe ....

Come out, enjoy the plants. Of the various species of flowers, the results of the research of his twin sister, as well as the fruit that always bears fruit even though it is not the season.

Akmal also followed him, following Akram's steps until he reached the river that divides the back garden.

Akram stood on a bridge that stood firmly on top of the river. Seen from afar, little children who swim freely, some are spread a cloth like spread a net, maybe looking for fish.

Akmal saw Jamilah among them. Unconsciously his lips spoke, "Eghhhhehh .." as if to vent anger.

Akram who heard his brother's voice muttered, glanced at him for a moment, then smiled meaningfully.

"Hai-hai, what's wrong with you?"

"There's nothing."

"Don't lie, I'm your twin. I know how you feel. Why be mad at that little girl, if you like."

"Like?! ..." she replied.

"Or just for me .. 'cause I like it." said Akram teasingly. Yes .. he likes it.

"Yes big brother, Phedopil dong, likes little children."

"Now a child, another 7-10 years is it still said to be small?"

"He destroyed my lab."

"That's your problem, I don't have a problem. So I'm gonna win."

"Berkhayal ..The school has not graduated as well "

"Mahaha ...." Akram was really happy this time. Enjoying his sister's grim face.