A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
FIRST DAY AS WIFE

There is no discourse of waking up because of fatigue. Al Fath is used to wake up early, considering that his sleeping hours are not as long as most people, he is forged into a person with a strong and resilient physique, the heartbeat of the wall clock sounds as the initial Adhan sayups. Another case with Fara who dreamt of dreams, even now he was still in a magnificent ballroom and sang with Celine Dion.

While Fara was still busy dating her pillows and blankets, Al Fath had moved on to fill the water in buckets and plastic jolang, heavy work like this could not be burdened on his wife.

"He-he-he," he chortled, looking at Fara's open lips, like a cu pank fish, and then his hand stretched out in a groan. But back, the mouth was opened again like a saggy hinge. Fara's attitude has always been a booster mood in itself for her.

He is not a mumpung aji man, mumpung newlyweds or greedy man with a high haz rat stirring in his brain there is only a twin mountain and pan tat Fara, only, according to the book Tatang Sumpena that he read, here are some health articles Mimin Sin that he visited on the mbah guugle, not the intensity of the hyak-hiyak to rumblings that are good for the health of himself and Fara, but regular, scheduled and quality hyak-hiyak activities that will make a healthy soul and body are also superior seeds created later. Fara just lost something precious, her virginity. And he was not that hard to beat Fara all out until his wife ran out of power and her body crumbled.

"Sir, my brother filled with water. Take a shower, now! There's still time for dawn, don't wait."

Unfortunately, Al Fath's heavy voice only stuck in Fara's earlobe, after which it evaporated into the air. Because usually he hears a buzzing sound 'nyak like a mic sound that is too close to the sound of his sequential sound with a flush of water tub.

Al Fath took his whistle, which he used to use to be a guidance instructor for cadets.

Pritttt!

The jedug!

Fara gasped in shock until her head accidentally hit the bed frame, because her sleep position was ruffled to the end.

"Oh, sorry-sorry!" Al Fath immediately approached and cupped Fara's head and rubbed it gently.

"Shhhh, awww! Fara's nutmeg bangs this mah!" Al Fath laughed, "his brancher's a tightness huh?" his pillow face scowled annoyed half angrily, his lips pouted full of dumelan, while his hands rubbed his head.

"Fie-hhhh-fi-hhh!" the smell of mint toothpaste is out in the smell of Fara, Al Fath blowing on Fara's head either let dapet what effect

Sort of scented last night, right-kan-otak! Inner Fara grumbled at herself while glancing at Al Fath whose lips were still moon nyonk-mo nyonk blowing on Fara's head.

"Don't Fath take a shower?"

"Udah, then you have to go back again take ablution deh," kekehnya.

"What do you want to pray here in the mosque?" that big hand was still rubbing Fara's head gently.

"At home," he replied.

"Yes, don't forget about the afternoon wash this bedsheet," he said with his chin pointing at the red patches that broke his net last night, Fara laughed as she pushed Al Fath's face hard which had been mesam mesem kayak semar, "ih brother mah!"

There is no soft-softness as a wife let alone run out ahem-ehem last night, but Al Fath actually likes it. The woman he hoped would stand strong and tough when he went to war, the woman who would be independent when he served. Al Fath did not like tears when he left to do his duty, so he hoped much, Fara will be a solace and his spirit to go home, because that is the attitude of persit that should be.

"You'll wear your pants, brother's sister asks to come in again!" glancing Al Fath's eyes towards the bottom of Fara which is only wrapped in ca w4t and t shirt gombrangnya only.

"Idihhhhhhhh! How did Fara not realize just wearing a tarzan gini costume?!" he glanced at his extreme costume.

"Originally don't make it outside," Al Fath went back to the bathroom and changed his clothes with cocoa and sarongs.

If only rice and cooking are instant and fast, also not complicated Fara is quite reliable, understandably cassava children like himself have been fluent in eating instant and cheap rather than complicated and unblemished cuisine. Fara is grateful that Al Fath is not picky about food, he is also not the type of husband who is pampered and spoiled who is keen on boiled dalem pan with chicken eggs.

He had finished bathing, had performed worship as well. The hair that is combed back is still wet, the tip of the hair is still dripping water to make the shirt wet.

Her first morning of being a real wife, "where did you start?" he ruffled his waist, while thinking of looking straight at the contents of his house that is not much, it seems like a lot of work Fara to decorate the house said Umi Salwa hut anguish. Fara remembers! If at home, usually 'nyak will go to the kitchen as the beginning of the day, stomach affairs can not be postponed, Nusantara people are so, want a dilapidated house rich in rat nests, laundry stack is also important stomach filled.

He slightly pranced into the kitchen, his lips humming small dangdut songs or pop usual 'nyak play every morning rather than deserted iye right? So kangen' nyak!

While waiting for the rice to ripen, he pulled the bed sheet and soaked it with his dirty clothes and Al Fath.

In the morning he was preoccupied with a pile of work of the mothers of the pastor, and it will always be this way every day. Fatak also became 'nyak plus he was difficult to wake up, "sorry Fara likes to add the burden of life 'nyak," he murmured so remember his mother.

"Fara!" call Bu Fani from the side, when he sees Fara opening the door while carrying a broom and mop.

"Mom Fani!!!" exclaims happily.

"Pride our dong now!" he piled his chin on the pile of hands that he placed on the border wall to the chest.

"Sister Fara!!" kirani jumped up and down and waved her hand.

"Kirani!!!"

From a distance, there was the sound of the cry of the army mars from some junior soldiers who were running in the morning. The young Army either Taruna who are still a lot rich grass young wetness dew.

Sontak Fara turned his head, the definition diverted my world like this.

"Ohhhhh, what a beautiful world! The sun is already being given this, making you drool!" bu Fani chuckles at Fara's words. The neighbor was even smiling kamvret to see the young soldiers.

"Again the vitamin Ra?" ledek bu Fani's.

"Revelation! Not even 24 hours so incense, plate glass floated in the kitchen!" her laugh.

"That's nothing ma'am, Fara is already reliable nangkep rich in that, it used to practice nangkep frisbee!" in reply, early in the morning Fani had giggled satisfied outside to forget if he only intended to throw away the garbage.

"Ekhem! Cowo, our tempt dong!" clawed.

Unexpectedly behind the line of young soldiers, her husband and captain Regan and another soldier walked home.

"Bu Fani, Kirani, Fara go first! The one with the house is back!" his pampit was in a hurry, he just slippers off just like that.

"Assynolt,"

"Waalaikumsalam," he replied holding his chest, "thankful!" muttered.

Al Fath smiled a little when he found the dining table was served rice and simple side dishes, hopefully it feels like in an expensive restaurant.

"Would you drink coffee, tea, or milk?"

"Anything,"

"Will you want to?" asked Fara curling her hair, cooking made her sultry.

"You want, but what about the source?"

"Ck," Fara chided, "doesn't you want to finish the old wooden bed?"

"Yes, if you're drinking milk, how will you go home?"

"Emhhh, can. But once sucked 50 grand?!" her laugh.

"Price," replied Al Fath pretending to be a prick, both of them laughing, making this as usual as a joke.

There was nothing else they did but have breakfast together, talk about light things interspersed with jokes, familiarize themselves with courtship counts, until the turning time required Al Fath to leave. Before actually going Al Fath brought some wood and plywood remnants of the glory of the bed to the side of his house, where there is a little empty land to put some material for the next brangkal transported janitor. The action is seen by some of his colleagues and juniors who pass by for just a walk to enjoy the morning air or other activities.

"For ndan! Do you clean up again?! Diligent," his bases smiled sincerely.

"August, yes. It's gonna throw the same wood plywood bed frame,"

"Well, why dumped ndan, baby!"

"Breaked last night," his smile turned startled. It's not trite news anymore if this lieutenant colonel just had his wedding yesterday, the wedding of the most of the century, beat his famous royal wedding! Even the remnants of the buffet alone may still be left in the stomach, not yet wasted.

Wow! So powerful was the earthquake last night, until the bed was broken! Indeed weddaaan lieutenant colonel this one, exemplified by the soldiers of the adam se-unity.

"Wow, until broken?" Al Fath nodded unconcernedly even though he frowned slightly with the overreaction from his junior. Why with a broken bed, it is old and eaten by many termites, he thought.

"Well, if so. I first want to continue running in the morning before the office, so that later it can be like a commander," jaeabnya joking while giggling. Al Fath nodded again because he was the same, had to go to the office.

With a uniform of pride stray he walked away from the house, a wave of Fara's hand on the doorstep became the sweetest dessert for Al Fath closed his breakfast that only befriended tofu, tempe potluck.

As early as the morning before, he entered his room, accompanied by the constant flow of congratulations from co-workers.

Although his face was flat, but his heart was quite flowery today, until the time when another office staff called Al Fath.

Wh-tok-tok-tok!

"Lake in!" Al Fath stood up.

"News! Asked to face the leadership room," said one of the staff ranking under Al Fath.

"Yes, I'll be there soon." Al Fath immediately got up from his seat, and tidied up some files on his desk. Steady steps the man took him to the leadership room that he had rejected his proposal.

"Tok-toks,"

"Come in,"

The open door revealed a general with a face that was not as friendly as before, but that was the risk that Al Fath had to accept.

"Report, lieutenant colonel Teuku Al Fath.. What's up, ndan?"

He handed Al Fath a letter of duty, a task he should have taken another 2 weeks, not knowing why it was brought forward.

"Later in the afternoon, I send a special detachment of Sandha to serve in Borneo," the frown on Al Fath's forehead, and the eyebrow link shows a look of wonder, perhaps in a moment he will interrupt, and, but before this subordinate did that the general cleverly explained.

"The illegal loggers have been very disturbing and detrimental to the country, the other day there were members of the raider forces and some civilians who were shot. That means they're organized and armed,"

"As always your task is very important, your task is a milestone to decide the steps that must be taken by kostrad and other companies later. Perform combat intelligence operations (combat intell) to find out the situation and field conditions, if necessary to do disguise. Once all is observed immediately return to the safe house area and report, remember! Better to go home a name than fail in a task!"

Al Fath took his breath, "get ready! Do it!" after respect he returned.

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Note :

*Frisbee: A dish commonly used to play catch with dogy.