"Love Story" BELLE FILLE
CHAPTER-V. Travel to Herat City

The morning sun was still shining beautifully behind the white clouds. After bathing and eating I rushed to the Embassy Office to get various information there, leaving on foot through the highway as I usually go while I am in this place. Indeed, the distance between the house where I stay with the Embassy Office is not so far, approximately fifteen minutes I can get to the Embassy Office on foot.

While walking in the morning, well.calculate sports, I think so. While looking at the atmosphere of the city on this beautiful morning, many vehicles were busy in the morning even though the war still occurred but the economic pulse in this city is still going well. I did not feel like I had arrived at the Embassy Office, and then I went straight in and headed to one of the information rooms.

From here I find out if there's a letter coming in for me.

After fifteen minutes I searched and asked the Embassy staff, no information came to me today. In between that time I tried doing videocall with my family. Yeah, I haven't called them in a long time and I miss my wife and kids, too. Where today, it has been more than three weeks I served in this country.

Tutt. Shortly appeared on my phone my wife's face. "Hello mas!" My wife's voice is spoiled. "How are you and the kids there?" My toot. "Alhamdulillah, we are healthy and well" he replied. "Mas, how are you?" ask my wife again, "Yes, I'm healthy too" I replied. A fleeting happiness was radiated in my heart because I could see the face of my wife and children. I miss them so much, I don't know when I can reunite with my wife and two children. Life is as far apart as the Moon and the Sun, one way but another. "I miss you so much, my days here are like tea without sugar, we've never been this far away". Rudi said to his wife, "especially to my children who always make me empty when away from them". Connect Rudi. Listening to those words his wife cried, nor could she resist the longing for her Husband.

"i miss you, too, I will always wait for you, you are our breadwinner". Said Ismiati. "okay, we'll reconnect, there's a task I have to finish," I said, "it's mas, be careful huh? Take good care of yourself," he said, Not how long I called my family, then I also asked permission to end the videocall. "it's a long time ago baby, papa wants to work, take care of my mother well....., don't be naughty." I said to my children. "already yeah, baby, take care of the kids, I love you guys, i love you, i miss you". Reveal me, "he, be careful there, take care of yourself and greetings from us." My wife said, waving. His hand and hung up the phone, a moment later the phone was disconnected.

After that I sat for a while in the room. Not long after came a man with a large tall brown body with a handsome face, his age of about 45 years approached me. "good morning, mas Rudi....." Say it. "he is, good morning Mr. Indra." Mr. Indra Purnomo he is one of the Staff at the Embassy, I have known him since I served here, because so much information I got from him. "mas, there is important info today." "last night, the city of Herat was attacked, according to news to this day at some point there is still a shootout there" he said, "oh yes....!"I said, "then, how do I get to the city, sir?" My toot.

"if Mas Rudi wants to go there, later tonight mas can join the group of health volunteers from here, because there are also Indonesians who are currently there, too, and we from the embassy want to monitor their situation directly after the war there". Clearly. "if you want to come, later I will enter the name of the mas, in the list of groups,"She said again.

"well, I'm coming!" My answer.

"what time will you leave?" Ask me again

"after isya, eight o'clock." Answer mr Indra. "Alright "Jawabku. After getting information I rushed home to prepare all my needs.

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"Rudi...." I heard someone calling me. It turned out that the one who called me was Mr. Indra, I immediately came to him. "how....??, it is ready to go..?" Ask Mr. Indra. "God's Insha, I'm ready." My answer.

In that case, this is your id card sign as the team that will leave, because it is not arbitrary people who can enter there even though a journalist, because the area is one of the great centers of battle, because it is one of the great battle, said mr. Indra. After I received the embassy press card, I immediately boarded the bus that was about to leave. That night we took a road trip from the city of Kabul to the city of Herat in Afghanistan. After the morning we reached Herat, at the entrance of the city our bus was blocked by security forces. We were examined and asked for a road letter by the officer.

After all finished the inspection we went straight back by being escorted by one patrol car to the camp.

Once at the camp, we immediately built a tent as our resting place. Just now the sound of the dawn Adhan echoed in the city of Herat, but a moment later there were several rounds of weapons from the north of the city of Herat. But then not for a long time a barrage of weapons was not heard anymore. Indeed, in this area almost every hour there is an eruption of war, you could say this area is the worst area in Afghanistan.

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At 09:00 a.m., I and a group of volunteers went to the eastern city of Herat, after asking permission from security officers. In this eastern region there are some Indonesians who are currently isolated because of the war that occurred. Along the road from the camp visible debris of buildings that collapsed due to nuclear strikes. I also perpetuate all the events that happened that I passed in front of my eyes to make the actual report on the news that I will send. Arriving at the destination, I was with the team immediately to the evacuation site, there were about twelve Indonesians who fled there. By a team of volunteers they were persuaded to join the camp to be younger for data. The war that raged, left sorrow not only for the citizens of Afghanistan itself but for the whole world that is currently seeing the incident.

After evacuating the residents, we immediately returned to Camp.

It was a cold night, I had a hard time closing my eyes and I was sitting on a small stool, smoking a cigarette. The sight of stars flashing in the sky brought me out of daydreams.

Hey....., I don't know why I suddenly remembered my meeting with Hellen, the French sigadist I met in the hospital at that time. If only I could meet her, in my delusion, I would smile to myself as if the shadow of her face had been comforting tonight. Even though it was late at night, after a cigarette had burned out, I immediately rushed to the tent to sleep and relieve my fatigue today.

While lying down and closing my eyes, again the face of the bule girl flashed in my eye spaces. Ah....., I don't know what happened to me, why do I always imagine her face, and what is it with me...?. I murmured in my heart.