A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
FIGHT TOGETHER

Fara clucked, as a result of the answer earlier, now her work increased. With no morality the chairman's mother imposes on him as the person in charge of the event. Want to feel he screamed while spinning the tires of the truck Reo use balado seasoning, complete already his suffering. Yes, left on duty, now plus make the event anyway, just hit him with a chicken car kolbak so it smells all.

She is not a model of the complainant woman, since long ago Fara was forged with this kind of colonialism. Who else should complain to? 'Nayak, the temperature of the Roman invaders? There are all the persits here brushed abis the same 'nyak, made of risoles stuffing material.

Fara threw herself on the mattress, staring at the empty green wall springing up nothing but a wall clock, and, tomorrow maybe he will concern himself with decorating the house and gardening alone while doing his wheelchair work duties. Fara just remembered Al Fath's message..

"Oh yeah, brother said he had a laptop right?!" Fara immediately got up and moved, opened the wardrobe, and looked around for the thing. His smile was etched while finding something to look for wrapped neatly by a black bag.

He sat on Al Fath's laptop with an apple on it and started lighting it.

A glowing light reflected off Fara's eyeballs, her smile etched as the screen revealed a beautiful wallpaper, a beautiful one, he increasingly tightened his sitting position cross-legged sign that he will be cool with his current activities for some time to come.

Not his face, nor Al Fath's, but his. Raja Ampat is beautiful and exotic, like a paradise of the enchanting world.

"The holidays are so good!" Fara saw one by one the files that were there, a sweet smile never faded from his face, starting from the view of the towering Mount Bromo, the island of Komodo dragons are sensual among the yellow twilight, and, the traditional village of Bena in East Nusa, whose home is uniquely lined and beautiful, and the friendly smile of the outer baduy village.

"It's so good crazy!" his murmur was praised, with his gaze fully fixed on Al Fath's laptop.

One by one the files containing photographs while Al Fath was serving in various parts of the country in his click, he looked carefully as if he was looking at the test, not an inch was missed. Fara forgot her main purpose of finding a way to design a project. He forgot to change his clothes.

"Great husband, God!!!!" he muttered when the photo showing the athletic body was only wrapped in a black shirt press body and matching jeans, glasses perched sweetly on his nose, the figure was staring at the ocean that spread wide in front of him.

"Newly aware of Fara, if bang Fath tuh saucy, really use even!" kekehnya, fortunately the owner of the name does not exist, will not dare Fara speak like that in front of Al Fath, which there was finished he worked until dawn.

Fara drew a knotty smile with occasionally he chuckled, the faces of the children of Nusantara are innocent and innocent but implying cheerfulness, various tribes interact with the soldiers of the father of maleo is full of warm, full of joy, Fara can conclude that if Al Fath's work may be quite exciting, the proof is that he feels at home around the land, the ocean and the emerald air of the equator. Various corners he has come and he captured in here.

Fara's eyes begin to dim, maybe this is what her husband is protecting, maybe this beauty is what Al Fath is guarding, so that his grandchildren can see later, he said, and perhaps it was these smiles that gave him the strength to always love the land on which he stood, the land on which he was born. The sloping smile was clearly printed on the face of Fara, given her inversely proportional thinking with Al Fath, and the treatment of the union mothers earlier this afternoon was one of the triggers for her shortsighted views to survive until now, in addition to the biggest reason for disappointment in the law in this country. How often he was cast into the world but it was no more painful than losing his father.

Fara immediately closed Al Fath's laptop, he changed his clothes and went to the bathroom to wash.

Several times Fara tried to contact Al Fath, but only the tone was heard from the phone there.

Tutts! Thereout!

"Ck, it can't be connected. Means bang Fath again mission," his lips pouted.

"Mom!"

Wh-tok-tok-tok!

Fara turned her head, she was slightly surprised by the voice from outside. Clearly, he was alone at night like this. But hearing his voice he memorized it was his adjutant.

"Yes for a minute!" Fara came out of the room and stormed the door of the house.

"What's up?" when Fara found Mardian at her doorstep.

"Mommy all right?" her question, as Fara scrunched her forehead, "good. As I see it! Why mother?" ask Fara.

"Anga ma'am, I'm just doing my job. Commander Fath said once every 2 hours I had to check my mother's condition, even though she didn't call me," Fara could only gape at hearing it, think of it like a newborn baby that must be born once every 2 hours.

"Fara nothing about Dian, Dian mending back to the dorm. It's malem, time for rest." Fara's Order.

"Yes ma'am, then I'm back. If there's anything, don't give a phone, ma'am" Mardian replied, Fara nodded, he's not good for this one young man, his youth must be busy with looking after people's wives, who knows, he's bathing again until martial-belain not sabunan just because of Al Fath's orders.

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Their footsteps were not even heard. It is fitting that the nickname ghost of the jungle is given to the command of this army.

Among Borneo's ever-more deforested wilderness due to massive illegal logging. The lungs of this world leave only a few percent greenish. Miris, human greed makes nature and its residents who do not know anything have to bear the consequences.

When viewed from the air, the green expanse that refreshes the eyes has now partially turned into a barren brown, arid brown, now the land is famous for its forest green is a lot of landslides and floods due to deforestation in vain and has no rules.

"And, it's thought that Arai's headquarters is at 3 o'clock from here, about 15 minutes walk." Gentra gave his report to Al Fath.

"OK, step according to my instructions. No movement without my cue" replied Al Fath.

It was accustomed to them walking in the darkness of the night without the aid of any light, aside from the infrared rays of the equipment being worn, befriending the sounds of the night beasts that became the music their accompanists struggled with.

Al Fath and the half-run unit ran with careful steps, one shocking move let alone making a sound could endanger the life of a detachment, rather than surrender at the hands of an enemy they would rather obliterate themselves, step by step bring them closer to fate, succeed in duty or die in battle. Their brains in the trin dock to always prepare 1 bullet for themselves, that's the risk of the work they have to carry, an oath of loyalty to the state, an oath of loyalty to the family, and, and an oath of allegiance to every citizen they put on the tip of the rifle.

Al Fath raised his hand up, as an excuse for the team to stop the movement.

His body was always fused with the trees, they came like ghosts. At the other end, almost as big as ants began to look dim orange light bulb and enemy movement, indicating if they have reached the gate of the target operation.

Al Fath crouched down, he looked at the watch in his hand then nodded. The 10 people including Al Fath began to split not too far away.

Al Fath began to show his ability in a distance of approximately 1.5 km. He pulled the trigger Barret Xx with a 50 caliber bullet towards the enemy's movement.

"Bismillah,"

No longer a dorrr, but his voice was almost as smooth as a woman's whisper, so thrilling and deadly.

Brukh!

An enemy wearing a shabby red shirt and a gondrong suddenly fell down.

Instantly the conditions there became violent, "soldiers!!!!!" they immediately took out their respective assembled weapons.

"Dorr!"

"Dorrr!" they put up a fight by firing randomly, towards the Al Fath unit, the motors they used to use back and forth the forest began to sound ignited.

Al Fath intervened his two fingers forward at his team, to come forward and chase.

"The Tigers came in, the target of the operation broke north, and the south changed," whispered Al Fath on a communication device attached to his ear and neck.

"OK, eagle eye-understood. Good luck! Tigers beetle come in, copied!" reply Captain Jovian from there.

"The command came in" captain Jovian told his team. The personnel of the strategic reserve forces stormed from another direction to surround the target's path.

"Dor!"

Al Fath was immediately stunned, shots shot towards him, but missed far towards the tree, even the bullet had entered and lodged there.

"Assembled," her smile tilted.

"Nand,"

"I'm okay," Al Fath answered with a nod.

Al Fath narrowed his eyes, he recalled that face, the face he saw earlier that afternoon on the task paper.

"Laughter," he murmured without a sound. Head of armed illegal logging group. With a codet on the right cheek and an undercut haircut seems neat even though the clothes are messy.

"Dorr!"

"Dorr!"

Bullet attacks rained down on the forest of Born N3o.

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