A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
AFTERNOON WITHOUT YOU

Fara went into the house to get a bag and jacket. It is not that he is not saddened by the situation and is praying for the safety of his husband, where Al Fath is risking his life on the battlefield while he is even fun to go shopping. If people think she is a luknut wife then Fara will just smile at the knot and ignore, then what should she cry until thrashing, then, ask the people to do'a in front of Gelora Bung Karno stadium while yasinan and share blessings? Precisely now he is entertaining himself so as not to drag on in sadness and worry, because there Al Fath certainly hopes Fara will be fine without having to worry. Do you know what he's doing now? He would shop, enter the salon, and buy the need to take care of himself. So that when Al Fath comes home later, then he is ready to welcome him with a glowing face, fragrant as fragrant as heavenly flowers and a big smile. Not with a cry, and a shabby face plus a smell, a stench, a musty smell, a kitchen smell, a grave smell. Because he always instills confidence in him at this time, if Al Fath will always come home safely.

Fara took the wallet containing the atm that Al Fath had given her yesterday, not to forget also brought the dowry given Al Fath apart from the prayer equipment and a set of gold jewelry.

"Om Dian, wait a minute! Fara get the jacket first,"

"Mom, do you want a motorbike or a car?" tanya Mardian extended her neck towards the entrance.

"A car cake if there is," motor? That nempel? Big no's!

"Ready mom! I'll take the car first" Mardian replied. Maybe this is God's answer to the question in jest at that time with Fani and Salwa. Al Fath has even prepared an inventory car for him if he is going to travel, considering Fara will go out to buy the needs of Mardian as his replacement.

In addition to buying needs and cell phones as per Al Fath's orders, he also wants to visit 'nyak. There is always a time when even tough women need a shoulder to lean on to pour out all their hearts, and Fara did that to her own mother to avoid the vile slander of the julid people. Today the people of the julid are more serem than se tan, because slander is more cruel than murder, and to this day Fara has never found a dead person because of se tan, and until now, if because of a lot of slander.

If before marriage Fara always appear plain without jewelry, different from now.

Now in his ears hang simple earrings and beautiful, not copper sheets that are commonly sold in the market shocked cepe (100) dapet 3. Not a bunch of huddles let alone the bell necklace of the Garfield, the neck of Fara adorned with something glittering, thin-thin necklace shine of white gold given by Al Fath that can make the eyes snap. Not to forget on his finger was embedded the wedding ring of both.

Even though he wanted a set of jewelry given Al Fath he used all including gifts from Umi Salwa that was as big as jengkol seeds, let the rich gold shop walk, turn to the hot sun he is rich man silver at the intersection of red lights, but according to the rules.A person is not allowed to wear excessive jewelry or luxury items. He came out with a sling bag and jeans as usual, locking the house so that no intruders entered, but instead wanted to steal soap.

"Ra, where are you going?" ask Bu Fani.

"You go to my mother's house, Ms. Fani." replied Fara.

"Oh, yes. Don't forget the meeting tomorrow! There was a small welcome for Al Fath from the KCK family," he chuckled while holding Kirani's broom and toys.

"Okay, Miss Fan!"

Tittt!

The window of the car came down, showing a row of neat white teeth that contrasted with the face of Ireng Mardian the One Warrior from Papeda country.

"Mom, Fara go first huh,"

"Sister Fara!"

"Hay bestie! Tos first dong!" pinta Fara to Zidan and Kirani.

"Sister Fara wants to go," he asked the funny braided boy, one day he wanted to have something like Kirani, he could uyel-uyel at home while Al Fath was on duty, maybe he also invites gossip while playing dominoes.

Fara grabbed and played Kirani's short braid, "yes, want to see her mother sister Fara first! Afraid of the curse if you don't put your face down,"

"Ha-ha-ha, cursed rich malin kundang!" the boy's snick.

"Later to go home brother Fara bring ice cream for Kirani same Zidan,"

"Asikk!" they jump in happy.

"Bu Al Fath," said captain Regan, they turned their heads.

"Om," Fara smiled, seeing Captain Regan coming home, Al Fath was also there greeting her with a slightly greasy and sweaty face.

"Fath just now?" Fara nodded, unwilling to return to mope, as if Al Fath would never return.

"Yes, duty to Born3o a week. Saddened by Fani, huwaaa! The new marriage has been left, rich wife bang toyib, emang rese bang boss Fath, never fancied to be a new bride who again anget-angetnya rich ta i chicken!" his whining made Kirani laugh with her brother. Fara's whining was not to make the audience pity but instead make them amused, want to hit Fara using crocodile bread as well.

"Sir Faraaa," they laughed, Fara flicked her whimper to see the two children laughing and she chuckled, "nothing! Bang Toyib is also important still want to go home and bring a myriad of money!"

"Saluuut! think of it again the process of berkangen-kangen ria Ra, let later kangen polll!" reply bu Fani cheering.

"Remain sure, if Fath will return home safely. She's an expert, her nickname is the ghost of the jungle bu Fara.." as her status changes, Fara must familiarize herself with nicknames. Fara laughed, only realized if he married a ghost apparently, whether sejenks genderuwo or his father tuyul.

"Aamiin, if that's Fara pamit road first ma'am, om, Kirani, Zidan..."

"Don't forget the ice cream, brother," they replied.

"Zidan, Kirani!" reprimanding his mother and father made these two boys fall silent and glanced fearfully, richly at the sightings.

"I'm sorry Dian, old Fara huh?"

"Where is this going?"

"To the mall first, want to buy something. Sorry about the nicotine," Fara sat down and grabbed the seatbelt.

"No, ma'am, it's my job!" the reply was firm, driving the car away from the streets of the house.

"Kasian mbak Fara, sir. Mothers persit again on gosipin letkol Al Fath the same Fara. gossip again the angels really!" fani fights with her husband when he returns from the house with a glass of water.

"Hm, what subordinates can. Indeed, if it is not fair. Although it was indeed the next task of the Fath bang to Born3o, but the order accelerated the task, making the officers also frowned. Especially before that the leadership family invited the Fath family to dinner, nothing else and not want to bring his daughter closer to Fath. Who wouldn't want to make him a son-in-law? Talented officers with a bright future, a great option to extend the life of the leadership stick so as not to escape" explained captain Regan.

"I can only hope, Fara will hold up. In the head of the group of wives of soldiers is the wife of the leader.." inevitably the rank of husband decreases also in the group of wives. Captain Regan smiled broadly, "i'm sure Fara can handle it."

A girl squeaks at Fara's car just before Fara's window closes.

"Si!!!! Because of you, bang Fath rejected me! Look at the ntar!" gerrutu annoyed.

"Ihhh, motorbike!" he hit the motorcycle seat that has since broken tam want to live, the motor only knows if the owner is minus morals, maybe he hopes after this he will be sold and get a new owner.

"Brach!!! Get Flora at the front gate!"

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Already like a big boss, Fara is now followed by Mardian, maybe for this young man to accompany Fara is also one of the entertainment of the tired military world. It is quite possible to wash your eyes, while nyari gebetan.

"Om Dian, the side road. Not behind, rich jong os aja!" namel the little 'nyak. It seems like the seeds of the mouth 'nyak began to be seen in Fara. The man approached carefully, do not let the case that again viral happened to him could-can he was shot dead Al Fath and his body dumped into the middle of the forest, moreover, his lieutenant colonel was a special forces member who often engaged in secret wars, faking the reason for his death could be very possible. Besides where Fara wants to be with her, her handsome husband just spills everywhere.

"Eheheh, yes ma'am."

"Well, as a friend not babu!" smile rattled.

"Om Dian, let's go around for a second. Abis will eat, but not here. Expensive! Less slop anyway!" her laugh.

"Ah, don't bother mom. Let me eat in the cafeteria."

"Eh, don't do it. Fara wants to make delicious snacks but cheap. Let me later if Dian wants to find food outside easy, or want to invite a girlfriend, do not need bobolin safe!" kekehnya Mardian chuckles, wife of his boss this one is indeed different from most other wives boss, while others are looking for luxury, he is looking for cheap food, really Indo!

A boyfriend? Which is true where he has time to find a girlfriend, the land is waiting for him.

After touring the mall 7 rounds rich again menggelilingin Manahan stadium, finally Fara get the goods he needs. It was fortunate that this aide was a soldier, whose physique was strong. Otherwise, maybe Dian has nagged him asking to be carried.

"Abang, Fara wants her catfish 2, chicken 2, intestinal satay with skin 4, plus her tempeh 4!"

Mardian is so fast and fast. Unlike Fara, who impressed enjoy, not grasak-grusuk. Whether this young man is hungry or indeed how to eat fast, that's why if you eat must do'a first so as not to enter se tan think.

"More om?" asked Fara grimacing his throat can surf jaya toll Cipularang, is the throat as big as Casablanca tunnel?

He shook his head, "mom, thank you. My stomach is full!" the answer.

"OK,"

"Where else are you going?" he asked her if she would take another walk outside the headquarters. Because to be honest every day seeing green beans makes the health of his eyes a little disturbed, so forget the name of another color and beautiful women, especially in free discourse. But unfortunately Fara's answer was less than satisfactory.

"Tomorrow Fara did not come out, there was a meeting of the wife of the soldier. So at the headquarters," he replied.

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