The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

Palau

He quickly got up from his seat after making a video call with Jamilah. A look of sadness and happiness is also seen fused in the radiance of his face. Then he pulled out a wallet hidden behind his pants pocket. Open it with a smile.

"Ma, your daughter is now an adult." The sound of Hasan's heart. He did so while looking at a photo hidden behind his wife's current photo. A photo whose face is very similar to Jamilah.

It felt like just yesterday I was holding him, touching his tiny hands, carrying him on his shoulders, kissing his head while he was asleep, asking him to play chases, running around in the middle of the field fighting over a ball, seeing him waiting for me to come with sparkling eyes hoping for a souvenir. If he doesn't get, he'll get angry and frown just like you. I don't know .. I still look at her as my cheerful little girl. Always longing to want to hug her, hold her and hear her spoiled babble.

I want to repeat that time but it seems impossible. Because I just heard that this time there is already someone who will replace me in his heart.

Rela is not willing, I must be able to accept the fact that my only daughter has now grown up, and began to know love. I just hope and pray that the man who became his choice later, can guide him to religion for the better. And love him as I love him. Take care of her as I take care of her too. I don't want to get himself hurt physically let alone his heart. I hope the choice is not wrong.

Akmals! A name that is familiar to me. I've known him since he was a kid. From a good family. I have no doubt about him. But did he really mean his intentions. I don't really believe it yet. Moreover, we are different countries. Is that possible? But if a soul mate, what to say. I can't stand in his way either.

"Mr .... " My little hero, who had been dressed up neatly with a fragrant white powder filling his face, was now standing in front of me. Immediately I put the wallet in, and grabbed it in my lap.

He's a blessing that I received when I started to creep up the twilight. It's getting smart to talk, even though it's still cedal.

"Sir Ayu." Her tiny lips mentioned the name of a person she had just seen in my phone.

"Later Ayu will return. Abid misses ya ?"

He nodded his head accompanied by a cheerful laugh.

"Abid will show Kak Ayu, if now Abid has pintel and would be able to beat Ayu's brother. Ciattt .. ciattt ... ." He moved both hands, while demonstrating some martial arts with a very serious mimic. That's very funny.

"Abid want to come with Papa to pick up Kak Ayu?"

"You dong, Pa."

"Down first yes. Tell Mommy to get ready."

"Take, Pa. Don't lie, you know. God will be."

This kid really makes a gemes. He immediately ran into the house. Return with the hand of Mother Zulfa. The woman I married 8 years ago.

"What's up, Abid?"

"Papa's gonna take us to come get Ayu's sister."

"Ayu's really going home, Pa?"

"Goddessa. We're leaving right now', pick him up at the airport."

"Thank God, he's finally back."

Although she is not her biological mother, she has the same worries as a real mother. Upon learning that Jamilah did not return home with his troops. He's very restless. Several times I found out that I was contacting the wives of the soldiers who were sent to the exercises. Ask them about Jamilah. Until he heard that Jamilah was married there. He was very sad, feeling neglected. Because Jamilah did not ask for our blessing as parents.

Someone sent me a picture of my daughter. Sit down, stand with a man at the table. Although he did not fully believe it, but it was enough to make him hit. Not much different from her, I was angry too. My one hope. I hope the news is not true.

Thankfully, Jamilah finally called. And the news was not true. Although not all wrong. There is a small part that makes my heart become anxious. She has dared to fall in love without my permission, her father. He even lived in his house for a long time. The hearts of parents who are not worried. Let Papa be protective. After all, she's my daughter. There's nothing wrong with that.

Time is also up in the afternoon. The solar light has completely disappeared. The twilight bed that was momentarily visible in the western horizon, is now completely gone, changing the concentration of the night. If there were no stars and no moon. Maybe I'll see a really perfect night without color.

After that, according to plan, we left. I deliberately kidnapped Aris, my daughter-in-law from his wife to accompany me.I'm grateful my stepdaughter does not mind if my husband I invite.

"if you're tired, go to sleep."

"Yes." I replied lazily.

In the silence of the night, this wishful thinking floated. Sometimes I want to close my eyes, but I can't. I see Mother Zulfa the same. He's still up in the back seat. While my son seemed to have fallen asleep in his lap. I moved to sit next to him. I have something to tell him.

"Bun, I want to take you all on vacation."

Mother Zulfa fell silent to the plans I had revealed. For a moment he thought.

"Tumbens. Did Papa get a promotion. Take us off."

"No, just want to. Wake up with us."

"Can. Abid would be happy too. We haven't done that in a long time. Since Jamilah graduated from the academy."

"We're going home then."

"I mean Papa, which house?"

"Our house is in Klaten."

"Why not work?"

"1 Week Leave. I'll just take this moment. Eman .. I never took it."

"I'm up to Papa. How good is it."

Back to quiet. Zulfa still gently caressed Abid who was asleep on his lap. While I was still struggling with my thoughts about Jamilah. Do I need to talk now. About my daughter to him?

"Mother, now Jamilah is an adult."

"Yes, he's already big." With a cry, he answered. Didn't know that it made me nervous. Turns out, she really is a smart woman flirting.

"That's not what I mean, Mother."

"I mean Papa ... Does Papa have any views for Jamilah."

"It looks like your daughter has her own views."

"So right that news, Pa."

"It's not true at all. It's only possible that soon we'll be the arrival of a potential ghost."

He did not answer directly. Face bowed. Her hands did not stop gently stroking my son's hair. Maybe he thinks the same as what I'm thinking? I guess so.

I even heard her long breath. Like trying to unravel his anxious mind.

"Thank God, Pa. That's better. I'm so worried about the world out there. If anyone can guide her, protect her, take care of her, maybe my worries are a little lessened."