The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

Tazkia or Jamilah

"I'm worried about those chips, it looks like he's alive."

"Tomorrow we will discuss again. It's time for a break."

"You?"

"Don't worry. My staff will be here soon."

Akmal left Abbas alone in the room with Tazkia confined to an observation table. The goal is only one. Resting his tired body.

As his feet were about to step out, it flashed back the original purpose of coming here

"Astaghfirullah al adzim. I totally forgot. I haven't taken care of it yet" he murmured.

Akmal looked back at the building. It's all closed. Including the administration room. Why something important is missed.

Or I postpone the plan to take Jamilah. In addition to his letters not yet finished, Tazkia is still in the observation stage. Worrying about anything happening to her.

Akmal continued his steps towards the official house which was only a few meters away from the building complex.

"Sleep here, General," said Satpam as he passed in front of him. The guard was astonished. These days his master never sleeps at his service house. Know now come and stay

"Yes" he answered briefly. The guard understood enough. He let it through, and asked no more.

Akmal is very good this time. No more interest in just making small talk. He also went straight into the house. And opened the door of his room which now still looked dark.

After turning on the light switch, he headed to the bathroom for ablution. So that the face becomes fresh, and can perform 2 prayers as he usually does. That is hajat prayer or absolute Sunnah prayer.

Then he headed to his bed with a fresh and light face. Ready to explore dreamland. Forget for a moment the problems. So that later you can wake up the night again for tahajjud.

Bismika allahumma ahya wabismika amut ...

ZZZ ....

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This morning was too good to pass up. As usual Akmal wants to start with light exercise just jogging towards the building to meet Abbas. Who knows if there are any recent developments about Tazkia.

"How's he?"

"So far it's fine."

"Alhamdulillah."

"Even though he wasn't breathing but seemed to still be alive. Is it because those chips are still shining?"

Akmal nodded. Observe what Abbas has shown. His memory returned again the moment he plucked out that root. There are no roots left there. Maybe a few inches. He noticed there was movement in Tazkia's body in a certain place.

"We'll just wait a few days there may be other clues we can use"

"If it were you, I'd stay a few days, would it?"

"Don't. I'm not very good at this."

"Hm ...." Akmal did not approve or reject it. He was too busy with the little tube he was now holding with his little pipette.

Akmal put a drop of the liquid under his microscope.

"What's wrong?"

"I suspect this substance." Akmal continued to observe the substance, "It looks like this substance is very familiar to me."

"What zat?"

"10 years ago I was conducting an experiment on the fruit I brought from Mexico. I just added a certain substance to the fruit. Because Jamilah, the fruit became so extraordinary life. Honey, when I was gonna bring her here was stolen. I'm afraid that substance was used in Tazkia's experiment. So that's why he's living like a robot man."

"Go watch. Meanin?"

"The tree I made that experiment first was really alive. As soon as the fruit was picked he instantly became a tree again and attacked."

"That's what I'm worried about, if it falls on a person who's not right."

"You have the antidote."

"Kurasa ... Maybe it's time I could test the antidote. But not now."

"Why?"

"After tomorrow I will take Jamilah to Indonesia?"

"Catch away? You also mentioned the name Jamilah. Is he Lieutenant Colonel. Jamilah?"

Akmal smiled. Forgotten if he accidentally mentioned the name of someone he still wanted to keep secret.

"That means you've known Lieutenant Colonel for a long time. Jamilah?"

"My neighbors in Indonesia." Why cover up, just mention the name.

"Oh ....." Abbas was bearded and smiling. While Akmal still seriously pay attention to the substances that are under the microscope.

After feeling enough to examine the substance under the microscope, Akmal cleaned his equipment and washed it clean. Then he took out a bottle filled with a milky white liquid with a pipette. He took a drop of liquid that was given to chips that had roots.

"How's Akmal?"

The roots also seemed to shrink and shrink which eventually disappeared. Now all that seems is just a chip. Which still shines bright.

"Can I try it on Tazkia?"

"I guess .. if that's what we should ask the boss for permission."

"Yes, I understand."

Akmal again cleaned the small bottle and the pipette kept it in a safe place.

"You're not coming home?"

"I'm waiting for my replacement picket officer."

Shortly thereafter came two men who were indeed picket duty in the room. After providing the final data and tasks that should have been done to them, the two left the room.

"Akmal remember! don't you go first!"

How'this? Should I cancel my plans to go to Indonesia. Hopefully Jamilah can understand. Because there's no other choice. It's too risky to leave this unfinished observation of mine. Tazkia wakes up and throws a tantrum. Or escape or ... I became worried.

Just take it good. Maybe I'll find the answer I've been looking for. About why the fruit came to life and hurt.

"I'll try." Akmal was powerless to reject Abbas's request. They also separated. Abbas is heading to his official home. While Akmal headed for the building which was next to the current building. The Department of Defense's admistration office. To take care of the documents you need.

Jamilah ... One name now began to disturb the peace of his imagination. But with that found warmth when met. Should I delay your presence at this time. No!!

God, god,

I beg for your protection from my race that is beginning to master this wishful thinking

If he's my match, let us be together soon.

So that we can be awake from the perverse feelings and delusions that keep it away from You.

After waiting for a moment, he finally got what he wanted. The letters are in order. It is given to the owner.

Now he is ready to slide to his home, where Jamilah is. To be able to concentrate with Tazkia again. The more he found the answer, the calmer he became.

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Meanwhile, Jamilah has been feeling restless all night. Something was troubling his mind. Even sleep becomes less calm. It was still very dark, at 1pm, he woke up. And can't sleep anymore.

After the evening prayer and tilawah, I just thought to contact Papa Hasan again. Inevitably, he had to convey this. About the seriousness of Akmal who wants to propose it.