The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

Rest Area

"I thought that too."

Now things are really quiet. After a long time of walking, no more words were spoken from his lips. I glanced at the person sitting beside me, with our son at a distance. I saw his eyes closed. His fingers stopped moving. I smiled too. Apparently he's gone before me to dreamland. Why not take a trip. I closed my eyes too. I am no longer able to follow him either.

I think my eyes just closed. When the car door opens. The vibration kept me awake. At first glance I saw the front bench.There was no more Aris behind the wheel. But faintly I saw a body walking away from this car. I see a clock in this hand. The new hour hand shows at 3 am. It is worth the cold air feels piercing the skin. I also intend to follow.

Just as my finger touched the door, my wife squirmed and opened her eyes.

"Papa, where are we?"

"In the rest area. If you are tired of resting first. I'm going to the mosque."

"No, Pa. I'm coming with."

Zulfa immediately moved, tidying up her hijab and clothes. Before lifting up our son who was still asleep.

"Please Abid, Pa."

I immediately went to the other side. Waiting next to the door, where he will come out. Zulfa raised the body then handed it to me who had been standing next to the door. Even though he changed hands, there was not the slightest bit of annoyance. Even when I put her body behind my back, she still fell asleep. While Zulfa prepared a small bag, containing mukena and others.

After closing the car door, we walked in tandem to a magnificent building not far away. Occasionally we take turns yawning, while still continuing the journey to the mosque in the middle of the rest area. Only the two of us had that wish, almost everyone who stopped there headed to the same place. Not all have the same intent. It was the person who filled every corner of the mosque. Whether doing night prayers or just resting his tired body.

Arriving at the mosque, we broke away. I'm heading to the Ihwan place. While Zulfa headed to the office. Let Abid be with me this time. He could wait while continuing his sleep.

But just a few steps, he opened his eyes. Directly asking to get off my sling. With a careless and semi-conscious step, he approached his mother. Zulfa was smiling, catching his tiny hand. Then take her to Ahwat's place.

Now I'm back alone. Immediately to the sanctuary. To be born ready to face Him. Because I have so much to say right now.

I don't know, Jamilah's shadow can't escape from the eye peluk. Could it be because of longing, long time no see. Or because I am tired of not wanting to be friendly with this problem. Ah already ... He wants me to stir. To calm myself down in the face of the possibilities.

Time seems to pass quickly. Unsatisfied I was enjoying the solitude, the sound of tarhim was heard from the top of the tower. I took myself out. Enjoy the Dawn that will appear on the eastern horizon. Didn't expect the little guy and Mommy to follow me.

"Papa, sich lama. When will it come." said my little son with eyes still closed.

"Near by now. After prayers we continue our journey."

"Sholat again, Pa?"

He looks disappointed. His face looks clear. Mother Zulfa was just a smile beside her.

"Here!"

She came closer, sitting sweetly on my lap. Once in a while rubbed his face. Patiently waiting for the answer she asked for. Unfortunately at the moment, I'm happy to be lazy. Let the azan sound, I will answer the question. To be clearer and easier to understand.

"Papa, what else do you think?"

I glanced at him briefly. The woman who now sits sweetly beside me.

"Come, Bun. I thought about Jamilah."

I'd better tell you what happened to Jamilah. Who knows, he has something that can unravel the complexity of this mind.

"Bun, remember the Ulya family."

"Hm ... Mr. Ulya whose house is in ...."

"Yes, Jamilah is with them."

He seemed surprised. But it shows no overreaction, very calm. I couldn't tell if he was sad, angry, confused or. But that's what makes it look special. Yes ... Its calmness was what made everything seem faint. Until he said,

"Thank God. Mother is not worried that she is there. But ... How can?"

"There, he's sick. Tended them."

"Where is he now?"

"It's good."

"Alhamdulillah ... Then what is Papa thinking?"

"I mean Papa?"

"They're going to propose to Jamilah for Akmal."

He was dumbfounded, momentarily silent, saying nothing. Then ....

"So this is what Papa meant last night. Akmalkah's person?"

"Yes ..."

"Mother cannot resist, considering they have been so good to us. But it all depends on Jamilah."

"I think so too. Just the same with Jamilah's return."

"Already, Pa. What matters is that Jamal comes home. That's what we'll talk about later."

Yes ... It seems better that way. Everything will become clearer when I meet my daughter. He will run.

Not long after the sound of the morning adhan was echoed. I got up, holding my son back inside. Invite him to pray. Zulfa walked alone back to his place.

As soon as I got down from Sholah's place, I saw Abid stroking his stomach.

"Pa, I'm lapal .... "

"Okay, we're having breakfast."

I don't think Abid's hungry, neither do we. Good thing mom always bring food or snacks if you are traveling. Yet it is less. This time, let's have breakfast at the restaurant. It's for later. The journey is long.

After he was full, he seemed to get excited again. He headed to the car with a run leaving us.

"Come Om. We pick up Ayu" he said, and immediately sat in front.

"OK" said Aris with a laugh. Sitting sweetly behind the wheel. Ready to run the car. He also started the engine. Landing, the car walks away from the rest area.

It was almost noon when we arrived at the airport. And not long after I heard that the plane Jamilah was on also arrived. So there's no need to wait long.

From far away I saw the company of Mr. Ulya. He brought his big family. It must be Aisye and also Akram. And some people I don't know. But where is Akmal, why are there none of them?

I saw my daughter. He walked backwards, lifting his phone. Apparently he's been calling me.

"Mr ...."

"Papa saw you."

He looked at me. And hang up the phone immediately. Without caring about the surroundings, He ran up to me, leaving Master who came with his large entourage. For a moment he was silent in front of me. There were tears coming out of her eyes. I can't bear it either. Then I hugged him too.

For a long time, I let her cry in my arms. Let her heart calm down a little.

"Papa, I'm sorry Setyawati. You haven't been able to tell Papa this whole time."

"It's okay. The important thing is you survived and we can get back together."

He was already rather calm and released himself from my arms

"Papa still angry?"

"Little bit. Where's Akmal? I don't see him."

"Sir Akmal will follow. All of a sudden he had to go back to his base."

"You mean?"

"Yes, Pa. Akmal is also a soldier."

"Hm ...."

I just found out that Akmal works the same as my daughter.