A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
WHO IS HE?

By the way! The nights of the road alone rich abis expelled the same who had a contract especially Fara is a woman not afraid? The answer is that he is accustomed, which he fears is not a ghost but if the money given to his mother is less than the minimum limit. There is nothing she fears in this world but God and her own mother.

Fara counted 3 pieces of red money with the picture of Soekarno-Hatta, who could still smile, even though he had an asem face. Back and forth he counted, but did not need to be counted even the number will remain 3 will not magically increase it will decrease in a moment.

The world is so cruel!

The martabak cart was across the road, Fara's eyes narrowed while smiling. He turned his head to the right and to the left to cross the road.

But just now he was about to step foot, Fara's hand felt blocked by others. He looks.

A gondrong man is not lazy plus a decile while rubbing his nose trying to chew it, maybe since Fara counted the money he has seen this girl.

"For money!" the sting sucks, the mustache and beard are rather long, even though his body is not well maintained.

"For? Work!" sulk Fara resisted, do not think because he was a woman then he would cry and scream hysterically like ben conk or give up the money he had been able to work hard. His looks are more sinister than the thugs in front of Fara.

"Hunt!!!" his jolt to Fara, he pulls and is about to snatch Fara's bag, but the girl fights back.

"Have a son!" until they scrambled, someone from there, rather the capcay cart next to the martabak cart had gone to help, but he had just stepped out of the capcay banner, he had set his intention, he said, now his lips are even flattened. There was a faint smile seeing a woman not afraid of death, perhaps precisely reckless.

"Jeduggg!" Fara slammed his eel into the eel of the thug until he yelled and staggered, in fact he was dizzy too but at a crucial time like this there was no time to moan.

"www! Bank sadh nih gals!"

"Eat tuh kleyengan!" Fara immediately crossed.

"Mas, here..." Al Fath was forced to stop the spectacle when the mas-mas seller capcay called him.

"Oh yeah, how much?"

Naas was so ill-fated, only to be confronted by thugs he had to deal with someone more sinister, because in a hurry he did not look forward to, until,

Brakk!

Cratt!

His eyes were puffed up when he saw all the capcay spills scattering under his feet.

"Ouch! Sorry-sorry, I was not deliberately chased by thugs," said Fara regretfully.

Al Fath looks upset, but he can only hold it while cleaning the splashes of capcay sauce from his pants and sandals. Her super cold and flat face made it difficult for Fara to swallow her saliva.

"I changed bang..."

What would it be like if your stomach were really hungry and then when your food was ready, but suddenly the delicious shadow of it was scatter and crumble?

"Necessary" he answered coldly.

Feeling unwell, Fara apologized again and re-ordered the Al Fath capcay directly to the seller.

"Mas, please make this brother's pesenan 1 yes, I pay!" its initiative.

"I said it wasn't necessary" he said again.

"Oh bang, don't do it, make me not good. Nothing, maybe not long made,"

"Don't long bang! Kasian the brother is already hungry," as usual Fara gushed his head from near the goal entered, hoping the atmosphere can be relaxed, because seeing the face of Al Fath as scary as a grandong face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry again!" regrettable. Al Fath breathed a rough breath, because of the girl's good manners, Al Fath finally collapsed.

"Yes, thank you!" the answer is still quite flat back into the tent.

Just as Fara smiled getting her order and exiting the martabak booth, she was again surprised by the running of several people, towards her, mostly women and ben conk.

"Heh, run! Satpol PP is out!" said one of them while pulling Fara's hand. Practically Fara frowned, what was with him? They look panicked and hide.

"Oy this is what the hell?! Pelepasin cave!" he shouted, trying to release his hand from the grip of the woman with mini-skirts and with this super-thick makeup.

"Cimvrit, the cave is counted lont3!" her scolding tidied up the black skirt she wore all day, and patted her jacket.

Several dozen PP police units followed while carrying tonfa.

"Well, this is one of them!" the woman's grip was off changing the grip of the man in a satpol PP uniform.

"Eh, what's this, sir?!" sewotnya do not accept, the child is well mistaken for a night woman even though she is poor but not to desperately sell herself, crazy!

"Neither, do not forget again! I told you not to hang out in this area, it would make a traffic jam!"

"Enak aja, said mangkal! Sir I'm a sholeha boy!" he screamed in front of his father's face.

"Well, yes, if I bring martabak!" his alibi showed martabak crackle in front of the face of the father, Fara argued fiercely with the satpol pp whose number even increased.

"No excuses! The reason you're stale,"

"Give me rice, pack all the stale!"

"This is your shirt with a gini mini skirt, where to dress again?!"

"Sir, the mother who wears a mini skirt is just a girl not really doang?! Sue's the father, right! I brought a proposal like this with a diploma anyway! I am a scholar, I want a woman of the night, where there are women of the night want to layanin men in bed must show degree! Slabber!" his nag.

Al Fath just came out to get back his capcay, saw the debate outside he became interested, it turns out the girl just hit his capcay.

His brows furrowed, his heart flicked to see Fara being shrouded by the PP satpol while screaming.

"What's this?" her question was bold, only this time he was interested in other people's problems. Somehow because he was interested in the figure of Fara who had just met him a few minutes but had been hit by bad luck a third time.

They turned their heads, feeling familiar for only a few seconds and in a humiliating condition, Fara replied as if asking Al Fath for help.

"It! The time of the cave is thought to be the woman of the night. You just testified, if the cave from here buy martabak?! Even until you hit it, where there are girls who want to be raided using the bantuin first capcaynya," his eyes begged Al Fath.

"She's my friend sir, together with me, can you please let go?!" pinta Al Fath's. Count Al Fath thanked Fara for taking responsibility.

There was a smile on Fara's pretty face, "Who are you?" asked satpol PP mendelik in disbelief, lest this man is a striped nose man who has hired Fara.

Forced Al Fath to issue a sharpshooter, his army membership card from inside the wallet. Their faces changed immediately,

"Well," Fara pulled the grip of the PP satpol from his hand.

They suddenly paid their respects by bowing to Al Fath and changing his attitude as sweet as the mouse mickey, making both of Fara's eyebrows raise high.

Who is he?

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Note :

*Tonfa: a stick commonly carried by security forces, such as security guards.