The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

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"Sit down, Brother Bara. I'll get you a drink." He ran a little, headed into the house. Leaving myself behind, sitting in the lounge chair, which was on the veranda.

While waiting, there is no harm if I enjoy the scenery around. Although this house is relatively small, minimalist style but very beautiful and exotic. Especially surrounded by guava trees, rambutan and mango.Rasiranya very comfortable, can divert the sense that makes itself pounding between the misgivings and nervousness will meet Papanya Jamilah.

Satisfied with it all, Akmal again rested himself on the chair he had left a moment ago. I heard a whisper from inside.

"Who else is coming, Setyawati?

"Sir Akmal, Pa."

"Papa's gonna meet him."

Dag Dig dug .. heart rhythm back timid. The momentary nervousness had disappeared, now came back, as the sound of his footsteps that sounded stomping the floor to where I was. Even stronger the shackles. Especially when the man who was the same age as Papa, sounded closer.

And now the man had appeared in front of him, looking at him in full search. He made his consciousness paralyzed. So forget to say hello, as when you first meet someone.

"You're Akmal?" Sweep it with a smile full of dignity.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokatuh, Papa." Finally the word could be spoken smoothly as the greeting that was pressing out of his lips, though it still sounded like interrogating.

Akmal approached and kissed his hand with reverence. That was greeted with a strong and close hand from Hasan.

"Yes, Papa. I'm Akmal."

She's speechless. As if thinking about what he just heard. Seeking certainty of the truth of the meaning implied in the word Akmal utters.

Akmal berlahan ventured to raise his head while still trying to be calm, although it could not be denied that his heart was racing. Not because fascinated, but because of a sense of reluctance and also fear that mingle into one. Akmal slowly released his finger link. Which Hasan greeted with a fading smile.

Either because my heart is agitated or Papa Hasan who is showing his face so that makes me afraid. Especially when he sits in a chair with his arms and legs crossed. It looks scary ...

Half in doubt, I ventured to return to my original seat, next to him. With an antique table.

"Papa?"lirih.

Is there something wrong with the way I call him? I know how to call a candidate-in-law. It was as a plea that we could be spelled as his son, if accepted. If not ... Nasiiib.

There was no anger in his face water. Gratitude ... Alhamdulillah ... May this be a sign that I call him Papa. And hope for the next one anyway.

"When's it coming?"

"Last night, Pa."

Every sentence that would come out of his lips, made me anxious. Knees and hands were shaking. Like seeing the angel Izrail or seeing a pocong in the middle of the grave at night, when the moon shines blood red. Derogation ....

Moreover, Papa Hasan never changed his sitting position from the beginning.. Legs crossed. Lean quietly to the lounge chair beside me. With a sharp look, he looked at me. Makes my heart beat slower. I think I have trouble breathing.

"Why is it too late to mean it."

"I mean Papa. Ayu's sister has someone proposed?"

No yes or no from his lips. It was just that his shoulders and eyebrows were slightly raised. His gaze now turned to the plants in front of him. Don't-don't .. I hope not. Wanted to ask, but I wasn't ready to hear the answer.

"Sorry, Papa. I was only allowed to leave yesterday."

"Where is my daughter or your job?"

Deg ... I didn't think I'd get a question like that.

"My job right now is my life and soul. My daughter is my soul and my hereafter. Akmal really hopes so."

He nodded his head. I agree and am satisfied with my answer.

"Hm ... Papa doesn't know what you mean. But that's okay."

Let alone Papa Hasan, I just say it do not understand. Because the sentence came out with an involuntary alias of gratitude answered.

If it is true and accepted, Allah is the Most Compassionate. If it was wrong, there must have been a genie, a demon who had started to interfere. Astaghfirullah al adzim .. forgive me Lord ....

My feet are still shaking. Given that Papa Hasan is unlikely to stop his interrogation.

"The second ...."

Nach kan! ... Here's the exam to have a prospective police in-law. Must be a patient first. Like a criminal who is caught committing a crime, and will be greened.

Rigid ... Patience ... Demi .... Ok!

I cheered on my half-life scared self. His face is not yet paid. That is, this introversion continues.

"Memorized how much juz?"

Oops ... I never thought I'd be asked that question either.

"Juz 30 or 30 juz?"

"30 juzs. Pray always mutqim, Papa."

"Good," he answered briefly. Coinciding with Jamilah out carrying a tray. Contains 2 cups of warm drinks. Carefully, he placed one by one the cup in front of us.

"Milah ...."

It was not finished saying, Papa Hasan had already cut off first. From his gaze that Papa Hasan was not pleased he greeted me.

"Sethanewati. Please bring Papa the Qur'an."

"Sign up, Papa."

He went inside immediately. Soon it had returned before us with a sizable Qur'an.

"Meniko, Papa." He handed over the Quran to Papa Hasan with his face down. There is no desire to see me or just look. Probably the same as I felt. He's scared too.

I heard his breath coming out like a storm. Could he be upset? ... I don't know for sure.

"Here you go, come in."

With a reluctant step, he walked in leaving the two of us, chatting on a very heavy topic.

I'm down. There was no courage to look at him, let alone greet him. Moreover, I saw that Papa Hasan was opening the Qur'an, looking for the verse he was about to test me. I tried to glance. What letter would he choose. But I haven't succeeded yet, Papa Hasan glared at me first.

"Now continue the verse that Papa read!"

'OK, Pa."

" اعوذ الله ... يا ا يهاالذين امنوا ..."

" أيما ... صد ق الله العظيم"

"Enough."

Alhamdulillah ... Finally able to breathe. I hope there are no more questions.

For a moment the atmosphere was silent. I thought back to my desire when the beginning came.

"Papa, can I take Ayu's sister out for a minute?"

He did not answer immediately. Even now I look at me sharply. What other mistakes did God make. Oh my God .. lest He expel me because of my request.

"Akmal yesterday forgot to buy a ring. Want to take Ayu's sister to buy it." I tried to explain it even with a cautious heart.

"Setyawati, Papa knows you're behind the door. Call your brother and get out!"

For a few seconds, Jamilah was standing in front of us with the tray still in his hand. Oh my goodness .. it turns out he eavesdropped. He must have laughed at me who was scared to face Papa Hasan.

"Setyawati Papa," he answered quickly.

"Where's your brother?" he said with a smile.

"Eh yes, Pa ...." Nervously, he went back inside.

After a long time of tension, only now can I breathe and smile happily. Witness Jamilah's cuteness when facing his Papa.

Before long, he had returned with a woman.

"Why call Malika?" ask him confusedly.

"From your sister out."

"Malica, Pa?"

"Yes. It's there!"

"But Pa, who helped Mother?"

"Papa helps your mother. Watch it both of them ...."

"Yes ... Papa."

"Abid can you take."

I saw him shaking his head and breathing out. Maybe annoyed!