The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

The Virgin Heart

He looked at the phone screen many times. Re-read the sentences listed there. Until he finally made his head slightly dizzy.

Did Papa know that too? I don't think yet. Because Papa hasn't said anything to me, after his arrival yesterday.

When Kak Akmal expressed his intention, will come with his family no rejection from papa.

Oh my God ...

Papa ... Mother Zulfa ... Hiks hix hix ... What I should have done. What am I supposed to say. What should I write. How can both come at the same time.

I can't possibly accept it. There is already Brother Akmal who promised tomorrow will come too.

While he ....

I really don't know what to do.

I should just reply with a word of rejection.

"Don't come commander. There is one name that is knocking on my heart's door for certainty. And you're too late."

When his fingers wanted to write those words on the phone screen, doubts arose. Until the words were removed again.

If the one who came was the commander himself, maybe I'll be able to say that. But if the parents who have stepped, what is my day to just say no to him.

His brain turned back the memories that had gone by. Where commander Santosa was so attentive to him. Before the accident, at the time of treatment, and the attention after he was back home.

At the same time the shadows about Akmal flashed together. As a child, he loved to disturb Akmal. But there was always an apology for him. His meeting at the airport was just cute, making himself aware to always keep the heart of a virgin until the time comes. Then his current meeting further added to the longing for the figure of Big Brother for him.

And in him I found the shade of a brother. When saving me, when standing by me, when encouraging me, or when protecting me. I found comfort. Is it wrong if I make a choice for Akmal. Especially when remembering the words of Kak Akram and also Naura's mother about Kak Akmal that he has been waiting for me for a long time.

I don't know ....

Could it be a mistake from me who does not yet know the right time, How to release the virginity of the heart. There is no SAH word yet, Why make a choice. Makes the heart restless and do not know the direction when there is a problem like this.

Not feeling confused causing her tears to melt.

Astagfirullahaladzim ... Forgive me God who has misinterpreted Your name in the love You have given.

Get out of bed to the bathroom. Take ablution water to purify yourself. Then held a small prayer mat on the side of a place where he used to lie down. Wearing a white face embroidered with a white thread with no other color to stain it.

Prostration, curvature, in praise, takbir and prayer be aware of this wishful thinking that there is still a backrest that can to hang all the dreams that are still visible in doubt hope to disappear.

Tired heart and mind seem to disappear without trace when the soul has touched a sense of peace and tranquility together considering that He is the only one who writes down all events from nothing to being or vice versa.

When I know you, you know me. And finally realized that we both found something. Whether it is love or mind, it is a wish or reality, will it lead to His pleasure or take Himself away from His path.

Not tired of this heart saying that the decisions I take in my steps forward, will not hurt others especially for people who deserve love and respect.

Let tomorrow guide my Lord when they come. In my speech or Papa's or Abah's words that will be present tomorrow, You send where the choice leads.

Enough has been the inner complaint of feeling Jamilah because it cannot be denied his body was tired because the day does not stop moving, walk the prayer rug of life that has not seen the end. Far or near, the secrets of the universe that we will surely know in the future.

Let him fold his face, bring it to the bed before opening the Qur'an so that he may rest his soul, yield to the blanket of the night bathed in cold dew that begins to fall tonight.

But he could not do it until he got 2 juz in his syllabus. Maybe an hour, half an hour, a quarter of an hour, I can rest. It really makes me tired. He said softly while singing the hum of prayer. Until the eyes closed perfectly.

The curfew won't stop until dawn greets the morning. Starting with the call of evening prayer that he usually heard from the small mosque in his city. Plus the usual basmal ring Kak Akmal sent.

"Sister" he said softly. Fortunately, there are 8 rakaat that he has done. Just add three more prayer rasat witir as a cover before dawn.

"I woke up and prayed." Answers that may not be written in the chat.

In fact he wrote another word to greet the person who had woken him in every final third of the night.

[Sister, don't be late ... Papa and we are all waiting for you]

Let's put that phone back on the little nightstand next to the bed, just like that. Because I don't expect the chat to be answered immediately. Moreover busy busy busy ria neglect what he has started.

At this time what Jamilah wants to do is to return to continue the rakaat-rakaat that has not been done as the intention of first opening the eyes when waking up.

Even already what Jamilah did to perfect the beginning of his day by remembering the creator.

How I feel something is bothering me. What yes ....

Astaghfirullahaladzim ... I forgot not to reply to a single commander chat. Not polite ....🙈

Alright, bismillah ....

[Thank you commander for reminding me of my duty as a soldier]

[I feel very flattered to know that the commander's parents will come here]

[That's never been thought of by me]

[Whether or not there is any intention to propose to Jamilah, our door is always open to it]

[Welcome]

Ok, everything's in order. Now is the time to help Mother and sister Malika for today's event. Will not Umi and Abah Ridwan come, also aunt Redha and her husband. Rarely can we get together if not moments like this.

Step towards the kitchen. It looks bright there. Apparently, Malika is struggling with the processing that we will serve later.