The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

William's Disquiet

William took out a small photo from his wallet. Then hand it over to Akmal.

Akmal looked at the photo closely. There's a veiled woman. All that looks is just his face. Is he really Tazkia? I was doubting. The woman lying on her observation table, not the veiled woman. She's a woman with shoulder-length hair. From the existing data, he was a victim of war who had died.Is that really Tazkia?

If observed carefully, both are the same. There was a very deep resemblance in the look of his face, the shape of his eyes and eyebrows. I think he's Tazkia.

"When did you leave the house, to the point that you suspected me?" akmal said as he handed the photo to the owner.

"1 year ago. His goal was to visit some of his friends. And who knows if I'll see you, he said."

Akmal smiled, "How does he know me?"

"From my story the same photos of you that were on me."

"I became famous because of you." said Akmal.

He glanced at me for a moment, then continued his story.

"Then go home once. There was a profound change in him, both his behavior and his physique."

"What-like?"

"She no longer wears a hijab and her face is very pale."

"Aren't you going to see a doctor?"

"He won't."

"I know you. You wouldn't let that happen, would you."

"It's a good thing he did the same to me when I took his blood sample. And I found this liquid." He then took out a small bottle filled with clear liquid and handed it to Akmal.

"Who else can do this but you, Akmal."

His eyes were very sharp, pointing at me.

"Can I smell it?"

"Where did he go?"

"As usual he continued his studies in Turkey. We don't suspect anything. It's just that after that there's no more news."

He was silent for a moment. There was a frown on his face. There is sadness there. There was also anxiety that enveloped him. It may not end when told in words. Only the occasional long breath was heard to drive away the fatigue in his soul that had been so long buried.

I felt a special sense that could not be expressed to anyone but himself and to the All-Wise God. Even though I feel like being nosy is a little teasing her.

"I remember you from Turkey, he must have been obsessed with you. That's why he's following you."

Every now and then he plays his fingers or looks at the ceiling of this parking space.

"I'm sorry I told her about you. Until I feel sidelined."

"I hear jealousy in your words."

For now I want to hear more about Tazkia. Not to have it. But in consideration of what I want to do to him.

He lowered his head, pondering for a moment to decipher what had been stored all along. Perhaps also consider the answer he would give me.

"I don't want to think there. I want to find him and see him all right."

He was so firm in his stance not to reveal what he had been feeling all along.

"Have you really never seen him, Akmal?"

I have to tell you what Tazkia really is. I can't bear to, but to lie to him I don't have the strength either. God gave me a clue, to be able to make himself calm, without me having to lie to him.

"Yes. I've seen it."

"How's he doing, Akmal?"

"She was fine then. But I feel something else in him."

"You mean, have you fallen in love with Tazkia?"