"Love Story" BELLE FILLE
BAB-V. My relationship with Hellen

A very hot day and really burning feet in the middle east desert. Mortar shows from Afghan military bases to enemy camps continue, now the desert of Herat as a silent witness to fierce fighting in the afternoon. Various guided missiles alternately fly like a badmindton ball that is being hit by the player.

Duaaaarrr......Duarrrr.r.....!! A powerful explosion hit an army post, human bodies flying into the air followed by thick dust covering the surroundings. At that moment some people ran out to save themselves. Treeetett...duaaarrrrr.r..!! Bumm!! A counter-attack from the army hit a tank belonging to the group of vandals, a plume of smoke covering the armored car, it was seen the car was on fire. From a distance, the British Arteleri troops seemed busy compiling weapons like mariam to ballistic missiles. Shortly after, eight long-barreled cannons began firing bullets. Ssssseeeeit...duaaarrrr....!! Bummmm!! The missile hit a soldier's tent belonging to the group of vandals, immediately appeared several people out of the tent, and there are several bodies seen ejected into space with the explosion that occurred. Then there was the sound of moans and cries from the koban.

duaaaarr....!! Bumm!! Bummmm!! Again a giant bullet hit belonging to the army destroyed the defense of the intruder.

Several explosions continued, in various ways they continued to push back the group. Tretett....tretetttt.....tretett.......!! The sound of firearms continued to alternate breaking the atmosphere.

I watched the events of this open battle myself from a distance, as I continued to capture the moments of each second with my camera. All these will be documents I will send to the Editorial Desk.

Duaaaaar.....!! Bummmm!! The explosions continued, no matter how long the fighting had been going on. Until finally the Afghan and Sekutupun Military forces managed to push back the intruder forces as far as possible they ran because it felt pressed by the Government forces.

A moment of silence enveloped.

Black smoke rose high in the sky from the burning of explosives used by both sides to fight. It was not long before volunteers and red bars were busy lifting stretchers carrying the victims of the war that had just occurred. Some are still alive with injuries on some of their bodies, and some are lifeless. The victims were taken by Ambulance to the hospital, not imagining the roar of the ambulance was also doling the atmosphere on that day. What a heartbreaking atmosphere of a war.

The victims were taken to several hospitals in the city of Herat. Indeed, in the city of Herat is most often a war, not imaginary many residents who have fled to some areas around them are considered safe from war.

I also immediately went to the hospitals that treated the victims One by one the hospital I went to, and interviewed some of the victims and survivors. I also interviewed the doctors and the government to obtain, as well as complete my journalistic documents to make my news source today. After I got everything I thought was complete, I sat in one of the hospital rooms to make news. All sources of information and photographs of the war and the victims have corroborated my story. I immediately sent an e-mail to the editor. After all my e-mails were received and read by the Editor, then I felt my body was very tired and wanted to rest. I also walked through the hospital hallways. Until I finally found a room that I thought was safe for me to rest. I saw some foreign journalists also resting there, I thought this place was safer. I also rushed to sit on the floor while I leaned my body against the wall in the room, and I straightened my legs. "Ah..., this feels really good when my feet straighten," I said in my heart. I also closed my eyes to rest. Slowly the matakupun began to close..Rrrrrrrrggg....

The sound of snoring alternated. I don't know how long I've been asleep, I myself don't know for sure what was clear at that time I felt like someone woke up.

"Hey.." the voice of a woman patting my shoulder softly. I slowly opened my eyes, which were heavy with sleepiness. At first glance I saw before me, a Caucasian woman who was looking at me. "Hay.. Hellen," I'm surprised! That's right, she's the French girl Hellen I met a few days ago at the Kabul city hospital.

"What are you doing here?" askinya.

"I just coveret the war that just happened" I replied.

"then why are you in our Herat?" back I asked him.

"i was assigned to help here, because there is a shortage of nurses" he said again.

"i'm pleased to hear it" I replied.

Smiling embarrassedly, the girl invited me to a casual chat.

That afternoon I was with him spending time chatting, with occasionally he had to go to see the patients he cared for, but after that he returned to sit and chat with me until dusk. I asked him for permission to return to camp because it was almost dark and I was tired of wanting to rest.

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The morning has come, a glimpse of the voices of the morning adhan reverberated in the city of Herat. I also immediately woke up and took a shower and also participated in the morning prayers with a team of volunteers from the embassy in the camp where we gathered. After the dawn prayer, we do breakfast before starting this morning activity.

Along with a team of volunteers besides me, there are also several Indonesian journalists who participate to find news, ranging from television journalists, radio to print. The atmosphere of familiarity is very good, especially we are fellow Indonesians. By nine o'clock in the morning, I also left for several places affected by yesterday's attack. There are so many things I have found here, and I will make my new material later. An hour later, I moved to the hospital where I met Hellen yesterday. Yes...., my goal besides seeing the condition of the victims, I also want to meet that bule woman.

I arrived at the hospital, and I immediately saw the condition of the victims who were being treated. While walking slowly I looked right and left at the sides of the hospital room. My eyes were fixed in a room I saw Hellen the little girl who was taking care of a patient with some of her friends. "Ah, I'm just sitting in front of the door of this room" I thought. I slowly sat down in a long chair in front of the room. There were three Afghan men sitting with me there. While looking at the situation, I picked up a racket box that was in my pocket. Then I picked up a cigarette and lit it. The crowded atmosphere of the hospital made noise in several rooms. Shortly after, I saw Hellen coming out of the room. I wish he could see me. Right, he smiled, my heart was happy. While giving some code with his hand, which signaled I was told to wait. "wahhh, finally today I can meet and talk to him again!" my mind.

Not how long I saw Hellen walking up to me, with his sweet smile wrapped in the white clothes typical of a nurse.

"Hey, how are you" he said to me. Then while I throw my cigarette on the floor I answer with a smile

"i'm fine" I said.

"what are you doing here" he asked me.

"i was liberately waiting for you," I replied. The girl was embarrassed.

"oh my god, is that true," he answered with a bright smile.We finally sat down and told a long story. What a beautiful atmosphere I felt with her. Although several times as usual he went to see the person he cared for. We told him until the afternoon, I felt reluctant to let go of the day with him.