The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

Where is Jamilah

AkmaI looked at the astonished Santosa who was wearing a neat batik outfit with a black peci on top of her head. Indonesian original fashion that has been recognized by the world. Very fast and charming. To the extent that he felt insecure with his own appearance. Who only wears a long-sleeved hem with a colored stripe suit with her navy blue plain pants.

It was also because Akmal followed the advice of his mother and sister. It was inconceivable that he insisted on wearing the clothes as he wished. White hem and black pants. It could be considered to want to go to the office or considered the wrong student address. Instead of asking to enter the house, it could be asking to join ospek first. My face is still cute. Baby face, hehehe ....

Ah no, the matter of clothes alone is made troublesome.

Akmal which is usually always perfect, times made messy just because of application problems. Imagine if you get married, it is still the same.

Once again Akmal glanced at Santosa .....

They may not have the same intentions as him. Until this moment, not here not his rival remains, Santosa. Sebeeels.

Although in the chest still raged various questions about his commander Jamilah who made the heat of heart, but did not discourage his intention to step first to the door of Jamilah house which is now wide open to enter. To the extent that he did not want to hear the call of commander Santosa.

"General Akmal, wait ...."

Ogah, please follow my steps if you dare.

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Papa Hasan and the rest of the family were astonished by the unexpected arrival of guests. Which comes at the same time. If Akmal and his family, he already knew his intentions and goals beforehand. But with the family of commander Jamilah, there is no confirmation first yes ....

"San, is there two?" said Abah Ridwan who stood by Hasan to greet the guests.

"Yes, Brother. I also don't understand, how can two come." Hasan replied with his beard.

"We'll just face it. We do not know also this group carries one purpose or two intentions. We haven't asked." Hasan nodded.

His gaze could not be separated from the people who now walked up to him. There was an aura of rivalry that he caught between Akmal and Santosa, although both of them revealed beautiful smiles.

"Assalamualaikum," said Papa Ulya who immediately received a warm welcome from his friend.

"Waalaikumsalam to ms.wb." They embraced warmly like they had met an old friend.

Then followed by the man who had tested yesterday.

"Papa, Akmal comes the same old man. Akmal is serious."He bowed in reverence, kissing the back of Hasan's right hand.

Hasan smiled faintly at the soft words that came out of the lips of the candidate. This is a notice or intimidation ...

"Yes, Papa knows. Go in first." said softly while patting Akmal's back slowly.

"You Nak Bara. Who brought Setyawati home? I didn't think you were all grown up and handsome."

"Change." It turned out that those little memories were still well remembered by this old man. Makes him feel embarrassed.

With a fluffy smile she grabbed Abah Ridwan's hand, kissing him reverently.

A happy greeting to Akmal. But not for the lalaki who now stands not far from him.Santosa immediately menggelos responded. But I dare not show. She wrapped it with a smile on her lips.

After the Akmal family passed, only then did the Santosa commander's family meet Papa Hasan and the men from his family who were still faithful to welcome his guests.

"Papa didn't think you were coming. That's your parents?"

"Yes, Pa. Want to meet Jamilah's sister all propose."

"Yet didn't say yesterday. Why suddenly."

"The will of my parents, Pa."

"Ooooo ... Judekah. Come inside!" invite Hasan with a hard heart. Several times he turned to Abah Ridwan, his older brother.

"Sister, how is this? He proposed to me too."

"How else. Let's face it. Guests always bring blessings. That right?" abah Ridwan replied as he glanced towards the ranks of the women who were welcoming their guests.

Yes ... Bring blessings. Just like the women who were there. Bring a lot of parcels. One hand until carrying 2-3 parcels. Not to mention the one brought by the family of his commander Jamilah. Truly a blessed guest. The mind is grateful but the heart is confused. If you refuse how?

It seems that the mothers did not understand what Hasan and Abah Ridwan were thinking. It looks like they are so enthusiastic about receiving the delivery parcels brought by guests. Maybe they thought that coming was just a family group.

When we got to the door, everything changed hands. Soon Umi Ridwan, Aunt Redha brought him to the room near the kitchen and some of the plains in the form of pensets were placed in Jamilah's room.

After that they returned again, to meet their group of guests. Warm chatter in the living room.

Fortunately, the living room was large so it could contain all those present.

What Ridwan and Papa hasan were staring at each other.

"It's still quieter, than your wife used to be. When Ijab kabul even someone came to propose. Maybe descendant kali." Speak lightly. So that the tension they feel can be a little saggy.

"So this could be." Hasan smiled to himself remembering the events of 22 years ago. When I asked Mama Jamilah. Unexpectedly after they finished saying the ijab qobul, there was a family group that brought a proposal.

Inevitably Mama Jamilah's family at that time refused it. Thankfully they accepted it. Even the gifts they had brought were given for their marriage.

"How is the show then, brother?" Hasan asked after chatting for a while with their guests.

"If we eat first how. Ready yet? Let's discuss this matter later after eating, let's calm down." Ridwan answered to provide a solution.

Hasan nodded. He went to meet his wife who was still busy with Abid.

"Mother, is the meal ready yet?"

"God has it, Pa."

"Enough?"

"Hopefully. I saw Malika adding to her food."

"Yes already."

Hasan is too. He approached Ridwan whispering it to him.

Thank God, there is a reason to buy time. Soon abah Ridwan invites everyone to enjoy the dishes that have been provided.

For this time Mother Zulfa could not accompany them to eat together, because Abid who did not want to come down from his carrier. He's still fussy. Until Mother Zulfa invited her out of the room to look for fresh air so that Abid became calm.

"Sorry, which one is it?" Asked the middle-aged woman who was sitting next to Umi Ridwan. She is the mother of the commander Santosa.

Umi Ridwan looked in all directions but did not find the figure of Jamilah. He only realized that his ponanakannya since birth was not with them.

"Maybe still in the room. She's ashamed to come out. But we'll call you for a minute."

Then Umi Ridwan waved to Malika who was standing next to the door.

"Call your sister!"

"Yes, Umi."

Malika rushed to Jamilah's room. Her room was not locked.

Clack

How empty, where is he?