The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

Finally

Not another professor, but indeed he was the only one who had graced my imagination and was never replaced. To the point of being carried away in a dream.

"This is my future. Can you, Prof?"

Instantly professor Akmal widened his eyes, his eyebrows raised.

"What did you say, Akmal! ... There's-there's just" he said, shaking his head. Accompanied by laughing, as if happy with my anger. Makes me even more angry.

However, it turned out that he still held pity. He said, "May."

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you, Prof."

"But wait until Tazkia siuman."

"Subhanallah ... Prof. that's right!"

"For at least a long time."

Glacier ... Akmal instantly drowned. The air refused to enter his heart. Spontaneous whispering of lyrics in the heart.

"Allahumma inni as-aluka nafsan bika muthma-innah, tu’minu biliqo-ika wa tardho bi qodho-ika wataqna’u bi ’atho-ika." (O God, I ask You for a soul that is at ease with You, that is sure to meet You, that is pleased with Your resolve, and that feels sufficient with Your gift)

"According to estimates, this root ... Blaa .. blaa .. blaa ...." Akmal explained it in length. From the beginning, the process comes to the possibilities that will occur. Several times the Professor had to change his sitting position while listening to him. And can only speak with the word, "O ....". Round round like shiffir mustadzir.

"When are you planning?" Finally the professor also.

"If it's okay tonight. I'm leaving."

"3 more days. Don't bargain if you still want to go. And in just 2 days, your business should be done."

"How's it?"

"Maybe it's my fate that I can only meet through dreams."

"CK ck ... You're really in love ?"

"Professor could.. It's in the sermon process. " Akmal tried again to negotiate.

"Unfortunately I can't give you any more permission than that."

This professor has no heart. People are really in love. And want to achieve the goal. Why blocked. Or indeed he wants revenge on me for his love story that raves blue plus gray. Fortunately, we can be together even if we have to wait for a long time. As soon as the birds arrived. Ah, how to be su'udhon!

Should I blame something that might be good for me. But if you remember before Jamilah left, sad too. Hope everything's okay. Until I can catch up with him.

Akmal immediately pulled out his phone. Typing something. Just just typing. To eliminate the stencil. Because he knew that the room was not connected to any outside signal.

[Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokatuh]

[Have not arrived yet?]

[How's it going in there, okay?]

[It seems the longer we can meet. 3 more days, I can just go. I hope Papa Hasan can be patient. Yours too]

Satisfied typing words on his HP screen. Then send it with a smile. Really stupid. Already know it will not be sent, he still does too. Jamilah is also on the plane. It's impossible to turn on the communication device.

Then he put the flat object back into his nest, with a smile. It's weird!! The professor who accidentally saw him, smiled. Then he approached Akmal and patted him on the shoulder.

"Concentrate, don't lose focus, even if you're in love."

"It's all because of the Professor too."

"I'm sorry. There's nothing I can count on but you right now."

Akmal nodded small. Understand not, he must be willing to accept it all. That's how the professor is, his decision will never change.

🌟

Time seems to be going very slow. Second by second turned into minute, minute by minute turned into hour. Hour after hour turned into day. Finally finished also undergoing 3 days imprisoned in the laboratory. Now it's time to make an appointment because it's time to go. Where Papa Ulya always asks ....

"OK, Akmal. Now leave. I have no right to hold you back."

"Thank you, Prof."

After submitting the final observation. Akmal immediately left Abbas and the professor. He will now board the first plane to fly to Indonesia.

[Come on, now I'm in Jakarta.]

[Yes, Brother.]

Akmal deliberately chose a night trip, to avoid congestion and pollution. After feeling well rested, ba'da isya Akmal just continued his journey to the house of Aunt Rima, his biological Papa brother who died while he was still in the womb. There Papa Ulya and his mother stayed.

Coincidentally on the way to the house of Aunt Rima. He passed Jamilah's house.

"Sir, we'll stop first."

"Good, Den."

He immediately pulled the car over. Akmal also intended to open the door, but he paused. When he saw someone who had just come out of Jamilah's house. A man he knew very well. Arguably the person who was fighting for Jamilah's attention. I just wa ....

[Well, why is that person in your house?]

[Whose brother you mean?]

[Santos]. Ogah called the title. I was feeling sorry. If you say jealous, you may.

[Cuman stopped by. I don't know what that means either. You didn't say anything.]

[Oooo ..].

[So I saw the commander. Then my brother is here.]

It's wet. Just confess to dech.

[I am on the side of the road, near your house.]

[Why not stop by]

No reply yet, there's been a call coming in. Apparently from Papa Ulya ....

"Assalamualaikum, Pa."

"Valayevansalam ... Long time you've been anywhere."

I haven't arrived yet, I'm suspected.

"Search breakfast. Same with Jogja, Pa ... I might be there soon."

"Yes thank goodness ... This is your confused mama. The ring you've prepared."

"Don't worry, Pa. I'll get ready. I'll take Ayu along."

"Yes, Papa wait. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa aleikum salam."

I saw Ayu Jamilah looking at me. Probably looking for my whereabouts ... Go to gr-an dikit ... The effect of happiness I now feel. I opened the car door too.

"Sir, wait a minute."

"Good, Den."

As soon as I saw myself, Ayu immediately waved her hand.

"Nonsense." He called me by my little name. So remember when he was still cute, coquettish and funny first.

I will open these glasses immediately. Sorry, all I have are reading glasses, but to sweeten my handsome face, too.

For now it feels unnecessary that way. They want to look natural and their perfume is natural. Understand, I haven't had a shower yet. It's nothing ... Just pray not to pollute her nose.

"Assynnnya ... "

"Wa alaikum salam ... Brother Bara. Finally my brother arrived. We sit there yeah ... I'll tell Papa and Mommy first."

I think Ayu was hit by a nervous and neveous bullet. To the point that his words are disorganized. Actually I am too. Because he said he'd meet me with his dad.

What if Papa Hasan is still angry?