The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

About Akmal

Shortly before departure ....

"Akmal, tomorrow you have to catch up. We can't wait long."

"Good, Pa."

Akmal immediately closed the car door as soon as Ulya sat comfortably beside the driver.

"I go first, Assalamualaikum ...."

"Guilma, Pa."

The car carrying Papa Ulya and Mama Naura and Jamilah left the yard. Followed by other cars. Quite a lot of groups were brought. Understand, in addition to the Akmal application show.they intend to silahturahmi as well. Mama Naura was raised by a family in Indonesia.

Akmal did not move from where he was standing until the car that Jamilah and his family boarded disappeared from view. There was a hint of regret tucked into the recesses of his heart, when he saw the motorcade leave. Why he couldn't participate. Especially when you remember Jamilah who shed tears when faced with her papa.

For a while let it be like that. There was no intention to cancel something he had planned for a long time. Maybe understanding and patience so that all goes well.

After all was not seen again, with shaky steps, he returned to the house. Heading upstairs, go into the room and lay down on the bed. Will enjoy a delayed nap. Something he really needs right now. Rest even if only for a moment. To make the body more fit and ready to deal with a body that is stretched rigid on the observation table in the laboratory.

It wasn't until 30 minutes that Akmal lay down. That was enough to make his body fresh again. Now he was getting ready to head to the base again. Undergoes routine. Research that will never end. Because it was his life choice.

At the base he was waiting for Abbas. Without further ado they headed for the lab.

"Have you seen it?"

"It."

"How is he doing?"

"I don't know what to say. Looks like he'll come back alive."

"How is that possible?"

"I don't know either."

"Prof. Amar have you seen?"

"It."

"Results."

"Don't give me anything first. Minimum 3 days."

"But I'm worried. It's the same as torturing a corpse."

"You see first."

Akmal immediately headed for the observation table. Where Tazkia's body is being stretched stiff. He was watching closely. Then look at the last note before he leaves.

If on the first day only visible small and weak movements around the chest Tazkia. On the second day, the movement widened a little. Seen his chest up and down maybe it was the influence of the organs of the lungs began to develop. Did that root still grow inside his body even though there were no more cips?

"What do you think?"ask Abbas

"You understand better. But now his chest was like there was movement. Is it a sign of life."

"Maybe ... Let's just wait."

If Tazkia lives because of the substance produced by the plant, it is very dangerous. They had dared to use it on the human body. Which I have been avoiding. Hope this is the only one. I cannot imagine that there are other tazkia-tazkia.

The question is, who did this? Because it is against nature. Robots can be made by humans. But humans are turned to be robots just like using the power of Dajjal to destroy the world. Astaghfirullah al - adzim ....

"How are the chips?" Abbas pointed to a small object that no longer glows.

"We leave it to Letjen. Hani and Christ. He's the expert."

"Aamiiin O Allah."

If there is no miscalculation, by looking at the development of today, it may take 3-4 months to complete so that the whole body can move ... God willing. Because he's a corpse, a dead thing. Ah, why would anyone think they should turn on a corpse to fight us. It's hideous!

It's just that this got my spirit up to stun him. All right, I'll see prof. Amar´s. Permission to rest 2 days. Hopefully allowed. Because if the wait is over, it is impossible and still long. It could be that Papa Jamilah will decide unilaterally. In the end my plan will fail to challenge him.

I want to catch up with Jamilah soon. Don't want to linger here. It will be expected that Tazkia will come back to life. Married to ghost dong ... Hihihim ... Imagining it, makes my hair stand up .

Unknowingly both of Akmal's shoulders were raised.

"What's up, Akmal."

"It's okay. I hope nothing happens to her body." Again Akmal carefully observed the state of Tazkia and recorded it. Ignoring the presence of Abbas beside him.

"Oh ..." Abbas laughed to himself at the behavior of his current co-workers. Because he also felt the same aura when he had to observe Tazkia a few hours ago.

Abbas's headed for the glass table. A cips is located on it. With a cover made of glass.

"I'm going yes ... Bring these chips."

"Yes." Yeah."

"See prof. Amar's here again."

"I don't know. If you want to see him, later this afternoon. There was an outside business."

"All right."

Abbas picked up the chips and left Akmal alone in the lab room. There he is, his friend ... Something now lying rigidly in the glass chamber. Although a corpse but not like a corpse in the grave. He was clean like wood or stone but still soft like living human skin. Don't know what it's going to be like, what it's going to be like.

Now Akmal switched to substances in the glass cupboard. It stops for a moment, thinking. I'm looking forward to using this substance on Tazkia. So that Tazkia's body can immediately be buried properly. But ... Professor Amar may have other thoughts.

He heard the sound of someone opening the door of his room.

"Act."

Akmal immediately looked at the source of the sound. He smiled to himself. When I see who is coming. The person he had just thought of, was now standing before him.

"Professor long life. I just thought of you. You've come."

"Ah cook. Tazkia you're kemanakan?"

This half-aged professor really makes me feel good. He just keeps on teasing me. I thought he was going to be serious, as usual. But it turns out the same with friends even Papa. Comparing myself to Tazkia.

"Professor could be ... This is the progression up to this moment." Akmal showed the notes to her.

"Good ... I heard reports from Abbas that you removed the roots on the cips."

Akmal nodded, "It seems that I recognize the clear substance present in Tazkia's body. That's why I use this substance. The substance produced from the same tree. It's from the stalk and the leaves and the unripe fruit. While those in the body Tazkia clear substance. Possibly from the fruit extract alone."

"I want to see the development of the rest of the roots that are in his body. Don't put any substance in."

Akmal nodded too. Just follow the procedure, who knows will find something. Even though this was against his conscience. Because when the body has become a corpse immediately buried, it is right. But I don't know what happened to Tazkia. Sami'na wa atho'na to superiors only.

"Professor, 2 days' permission." Akmal finally switched the conversation.

"For what?"

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Wasn't he in front of you. Who's waiting for you."