HEARTFELT
Back to the Battlefield.

"Old man.. Can I get a ride to Fhadlan island?" Fhadlan repeated his question as the old man looked dumb.

The old man in the boot boat instead of answering paid careful attention to Fhadlan.

"Young people... What do you need to do to Fhadlan island?" ask the old man with a heart tone.

"I want to meet my uncle, who lives on the island" said Fhadlan honestly.

"You got an uncle on the island?" ask the old man to ensure Fhadlan's honesty.

"Yes old man" said Fhadlan.

The old man in the boot boat can judge who is honest and who is lying.

"Sorry you can't, but you know someone who might be able to give you information about the island of Fhadlan" said the old man, allowing Fhadlan to get on his boot.

the boot boat cruised along the beach, to a dock where the old man parked his boot on his break from his job. The Old Man took Fhadlan in the old residential area where he lived.

"Assalamualaikum.." the old man stopped at a house that seemed ancient, then said his greetings.

Greetings were answered after making sure that the one who came was the old man who had a house, a middle-aged man opened the door for the two of them.

"Well, old man, how come home?" ask the middle-aged man behind the door

"Young let's go in" said the old man regardless of the question of the middle-aged man behind the door.

"Thank you old man." said Fhadlan following the old man into the house, they circled the house from the living room, family room to the kitchen.

"Let's sit down. You must be thirsty I made you drink first" the old man let Fhadlan sit in a room that was quite hidden beside the kitchen.

Fhaland understood this was a space where the family talked specifically including talking about something secret. Soon the old man and the middle-aged man who had opened the door sat down.

"Let's drink? the old man put down three cups of cold lemon juice.

"Sssssst. "the old man gestured so that they could not speak loudly.

"Young .. What's your name?" ask the old man.

"I'm Fhadlan." almost whispered.

"This is Mr. Salim, I found floating in the sea while trying to escape from Fhadlan island" said the old man also half whispered like he did not want to hear someone.

"If you have any questions please ask Mr. Salim" said the old man after introducing salim.

"What happened on uncle's island?" ask Fhadlan whispered.

"May I know who you'll meet on the island boy" asked the middle-aged man.

"My uncle's name is Hamdani, do you know him?" ask Fhadlan.

"Hamdani. and you're called Fhadlan" said the shocked middle-aged man.

"Yes uncle" said Fhadlan.

"You're the person I'm looking for, from the features that Mr. Hamdani gave me is unmistakable, there are very few bright brown Asians here, which is right to save the island" he said.

"Uncle on the island sent out to look for Hamdani ponaan named Fhadlan, his physical characteristics are clearly suitable, you are from Indonesia right" he continued.

"A week ago the island was attacked by dozens of armed groups, they managed to paralyze the city's security, then arrested Mr. Hamdani and some of his close aides"

"They demanded that Hamdani give up all the assets of Hamdani group in the name of Fhadlan".

"As a guarantee, they took care of the islanders and threatened to sell their people one by one if their demands were not met" Salim half whispered.

"Where Hamdani's uncle was arrested, Antara Fhadlan was there" pinta Fhadlan.

Fhadlan had decided to leave Hamdani's regiment since his lover Giza was killed in the war. Their group was formed during the conflict in Yemen, read Fhadlan the trendy millennial generation. They formed only to save refugees from the interference of armed groups, who often robbed and raped.

Hamdani's regiment had to go to war with the Balqis Kingdom group who wanted to take advantage of the chaos in Yemen. The Balqis Empire was eventually conquered by the Hamdani regiment. Since then the name Fhadlan who had believed to be a warlord became very famous in the armed groups.

Especially the new members of the Hamdani Regiment knew who and how Fhadlan was, the stories they heard were very detailed, as if they had met, and they had never seen him, so that when old man and Salim who saw Fhadlan as if can confirm this is Fhadlan who told them.

"Alright .. we will be there after 12.00 pm" said Mr. Salim.

"Ok uncle Salim..What should we prepare?" ask Fhadlan.

Salim and the old man immediately prepared all the equipment, two long guns and a gun complete with bullets. Fhadlan mused about his life history, as it was set for a struggle.

'Yes fate.. It's convenient so meatball sellers, instead like being forced to return to the battlefield' Fhadlan thought.

Fhadlan recalled his uncle abu Ghafur's advice before he died, it was an all-out war that they had participated in, as if to remind him that the Holy War was a guide to the history of his life while in the world.

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"Turn off the engine" Mr. Salim told the old man while they were in the green area in the north of the island.

The Hamdani group of island owners was a camouflage of the Hamdani Regiment, after the battle with Balqis Kingdom, they no longer moved in the military but turned into a business group, the, especially oil transportation where their fleet is spread in the Persian Gulf to the Yemeni sea.

Later Hamdani group also moves in the world of intelligence, without being bound by certain countries. In the world of intelligence they are not so successful, where intelligence groups like mushrooming in the world, they will always be counter intelligence for others.

"When the neon book Fhadlan Island is turned off it is for other friends to enter the island" said the old man reminded Mr. Salim to give a code.

"Good old man" said Salim

Even though the Hamdani group had switched one hundred and eighty degrees, the patriotism and military expertise of its members did not just disappear. If there is such acaman at the moment they will spontaneously rise up against it militarily as well.

"Well old man.heart up" said mr. Salim down from the boot at Fhadlan.

As the old man left the island, Fhadlan and Salim settled into the island.

"tiiiuuu.. tiuuu.

"Akhhh." salim sir fell, a bullet grazed his arm.

"Sheltered .. they already know our presence" Fhadlan told Salim.

Fhadlan noticed the state of his eyes trying to predict where the shots were coming from.

"Uncle.. protect Fhadlan, let me stop their sniper" said Fhadlan pointing to the building two hundred meters away from them.

"Tiuuu tiuuuu" they began to rain sniper bullets on top of the building.