The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

Cook

Understand, Mother never took a housekeeper to complete homework. It was customary from there before she married Hasan, Papa Jamilah. At most just call Kak Malika whose house is not far from here to help her if there is an event like this.

"I'm helping you cut, brother,"

"Yes. Just learn." said Malika while handing over the vegetables she had just taken from the refrigerator to Jamilah.

Hehe ....

"Where is Mother, Brother?" Ask while chopping long beans.

"Still accompanying Abid. Ever since coming home from the hospital she's been fussy."

"But it's okay, right?"

"Maybe she's still traumatized."

"May Abid soon be able to forget it. I feel guilty. Why not invite him at that time," muttered Jamilah lirih.

"Not to think about it. It will also disappear on its own. All you have to think about is that you're ready not to get married" Malika said as she placed the washed chicken in a pan to cook it.

"Emang should be right away, brother?"

"Sure, you know yourself, Papa. Papa most do not like his daughter to walk with people who are not clear status. At most 1 month, you should be ready to get married."

"It can't be doneo ...."

"Sort of bidding on goods with dinego-nego. Dare to date bravely married."

"IIihhhh .. who's dating."

"Not going out but waiting for the same lover." Malika glanced while smiling knots towards Jamilah.

"That's Akmal's duty, Brother. Lagian Ayu did not ask," replied Jamilah timidly.

"Task! Opportunity in narrowness. To stay at his house."

"Sister!!" Didn't know her brother would say that. If you remember, be ashamed of him. What a heart Brother ... If he was conscious and had a choice, he wouldn't have been taken to Aunt Naura's house. There's Akmal again, not muhrim.

At that time, his memory had not returned properly, so he had no suspicions of those who had helped him, going to be taken where he obviously would go. Moreover, they already considered themselves to be part of that family. Ih, Sister Malika ... His teeth heard a slow rumble, wanting to reveal the annoyance that stored his chest.

Be really sad this time.

"There's a heart, right?"

"Do not know" he answered with a face.

"That's it. If only the heart is united. Let's just calm down."

"It was an accident, Brother ... Sebel I'm the same brother. "

"But a cane, right?"

Happy but right now my mind is branching. Though the heart, I admit it is still one.

"That's why Papa doesn't want you to get slandered. Already, follow me to Papa."

"Yes, But ...."

By the way no yes, about the commander coming too.

"But what? You don't like it?"

"The cook should be immediately. I have a lot of work to do."

"Tasks can be arranged. But if the soul mate has come, what will be delayed. Merana just knew the taste."

Whoa ... Malika can also threaten. Make Jamilah pale for a moment.

"Sister .. I'm the one who walked. How come you guys are noisier." he said softly just releasing a stifling fatigue in the chest.

Malika can still hear it. Malika raised her eyebrows and smiled knotfully.

"Asianiiik ... Now continue the cooking ...."

Malika immediately turned off the stove, then washed her hands with tap water in the place of washing dishes.

Regardless of Jamilah's whereabouts, he stepped away. Of course with a smile expands until it looks white teeth

"Lho who?" Make sure you are confused yourself.

"Lha, he said you are the one who walks, why should we be noisy. Please continue cooking it. Because now it's your business."he answered lightly.

"This is not what Ayu means."

"Don't be angry, brother." Jamilah.

Malika still passed still with a smile expanding her.

Can't stand Malika's attitude, Jamilah immediately washed her hands. He approached her, worried that she would be left alone to continue the cooking process of the half-finished ingredients.

As soon as it was close, Jamilah wanted to grab his hand. But had not had time to touch it, Malika took a thousand steps, running away from Jamilah.

"Belgium ...."

"Hi, listen to touch tarhim already want to run out. pray the dawn first, lah." he said, so that Jamilah no longer noisy.

If you usually wake up before dawn you will know, al-Qur'an tilawah or verses that are heard by mosques in their neighborhoods at dawn.

He slowed his pace, waiting for his half-sister who looked sad and upset. It felt unbearable to continue the action, teasing his half-sister.

"So don't want to pray at dawn first. Cook later, I'll help you."

"Hehehe ... That's dong, brother."

Jamilah hugged her brother from behind.

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The small commotion before dawn did not make the other residents angry. For they are accustomed to waking up before the chastisement is proclaimed. Papa Hasan and Kak Aris are out of their rooms. Likewise with Mother Zulfa who carried Abid. He's still curled up in Mother's arms. And groaned softly, not knowing what he was currently feeling.

He did not want to come down from the sling of Mother until finally Papa Hasan intervened. Want to replace Mommy who looks tired of overcoming Abid who last night looks spoiled.

"Come with Papa."

At first he refused. But with a little persuasion then he would be carried by Papa.

"Nach, that's my shaleh papa's son. Poor Mother, Son."

"Titip Abid for a second, Pa."

"Yes. Hurry up."

Mother Zulfa left them, heading to the restroom. To cleanse yourself and also ablution. So that he can do the morning prayer together with his small family.

Abit continued to whimper so inevitably Mother Zulfa to pray while holding her. Only at the moment of his embrace and prostration did he put Abi beside him or in front of him.

"When I got home from the hospital this afternoon it seemed fine. Is she hot Mother?" ask Jamilah.

"No, since last night he's been getting fussy. As if something was feeling."

"Tomorrow we will call Dr. Irsyad, Mother. Like Akmal's message."

"Yes" answered Mother briefly. He was still busy stroking Abid's head gently to calm down a little.

"Cie ... cie .. who has Kak Akmal." said Malika. Eyes glanced, lips chuckled.

"Ish, Brother." said he upset. She died Malika walked with a squat approaching Mother Zulfa, stroking softly Abid. Ignore Brother Malika ....

"If you can finish the dish yourself, right?"

"Please Mother. There's an expert already. He has business," he replied as he glanced at Jamilah. His smile also seemed to expand. Especially when it looks pennied lips Jamilah. He's just getting more and more happy to tease Jamilah.

"That's it, brother." he said softly with a grunt.

"Please help Ayu!"

"Well Mother," she replied with a cheerful smile hiding her anger. Worried in case Malika really left him. He can't cook.

The two soon resumed activities that they had left a moment ago.

"Sister, is this no less. Many have come."

"God not to."

"It seems less, brother. It ...."

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"The commander will also come....