A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
MISSION TO BRING FLORA

The terms of Fara can not be contested anymore, can not be bargained even though the general offers it with lingerie or the latest mobile phone output. Eventually he relented and allowed Al Fath to take Fara, as long as his junior was able to.

The general looked up at Fara and Al Fath, where Fath was putting his jacket on his wife's body. Al Fath prefers Fara, there is a strong female soul in it, a leader's soul in Fara.

"Hm, I feel guilty bang.." he muttered to see Fara, the girl was like her father. Back when Al Fath handed over the marriage submission requirements to the office, he had not had time to see Fara's personal data, but after a long time curiosity of Fara broke the soul of his intel, but after a long time, he did not expect if it turns out that Fara's father is a person he knows, even very well he knows, even though he is not a military person. He was his friend, the one who supported him, enlisting as a military cadet, when the world abandoned him.

"Look at your son bang, he's like you, though a girl but he has a tough soul!" he murmured in the heart.

"I promise bang, will fully investigate what my brother used to experience. I'm sorry if I've been too busy with my own world,"

"Don't this be wrong? Fara is a rich scarecrow! Wear a jacket in double-double gini?" fara asked inexhaustibly with the possessiveness of Al Fath.

"The night is cold, you'll be sick. Tomorrow we go" replied Al Fath.

"Stay near the brother, do not swagger, you like to be curious about things that smell dangerous," he looked sharply to his naughty wife.

"Ready man!" reply Fara mrnghormat with his hands half covered Al Fath jacket, which is the question, why does not Fara have a jacket? Or wear your own jacket, the answer is so simple, because Al Fath wants Fara's body really wrapped perfectly like a bagang.

"That's a great thing, this is Fara's body rich in sacks of grain!" his grumbling dumel made those who were looking along laugh.

Al Fath was not inexhaustible with the contents of Flora's brain, it could be playing around in a place like this, like this, if the girl was a man, she might have drowned him in a dormitory pond with a deep green water similar to slime, a place where the soldiers used to practice, or a catfish pond.

Two aides to the general were with Al Fath and Fara, their car coming out of the base at 11 o'clock 15 minutes into the night.

"And Flora likes to come to a pretty classy nightclub here. The guard is quite strict, not just anyone can enter!" lettu Wiryawan.

"Nobody will drive us out Wan, if you don't want the place closed!" reply Al Fath, while Fara, he hugged the arm of Al Fath possessive while leaning his head weak, mother-to-be this commander apparently had half fallen.

Al Fath can only comment on a bitter smile on his wife, he rubbed the head of Fara. As a subordinate he sometimes goes awry in refusing or accepting this kind of personal task, especially he already has Fara. Luckily Fara is a tough woman, not he does not pity to invite Fara in his duties but as much as possible he tries to instill confidence in Fara for himself.

"Brother's job is not an easy job deck, lest you act recklessly without brother's orders, understand?!" his question dictated to his wife.

"It's like being an intel agent!" kekeh Fara's.

"If you are sleepy, just sleep. Brother knows your worries, and brother will never blame, continue like this so that brother knows that brother's wife loves brother very much," he whispered. Fara looked up and smiled, she closed her eyes on the sturdy arm of Al Fath, finally there was a man's shoulder that she could make a place to lean on.

Fara who was not used to sleeping late was really slumbering, although he had tried hard to hold it but still he lost to drowsiness, lately he often felt tired, fatigue, and he was tired, the innards are sleepy and lazy. The morning after Al Fath left, he would surely fall, as well as the afternoon.

"Ndan, this is the place." Prada Martinus. Al Fath looked out at the glass of the car, where a building with Luxury club and bar signage stood.

It felt the distance was safe enough Al Fath asked Prada Martinus to stop the speed of the car, "Okay, just park the car here." Al Fath began to move his hand and tried to release Fara's embrace, not the heart if he had to wake his sleeping wife. Fara was so fast asleep, that Al Fath's movements alone did not bother him, he was still cool in the dreamland.

"How's mom, ndan?" tanya Wiryawan shut down the car engine.

"Sir, come in for a minute. Dek Fara wait here first, that's all you do," and Al Fath nudges his kiss on Fara's forehead.

"Let's go in, don't act before I give the order" Al Fath said.

From the black entrance and dark thick glass, stood two people dressed in security.

"Come sir? Can you show me the members?" ask them no sweetness, what do they expect, a friendly smile like an Indomarco cashier?

"Member I missed, I'm an old member." Al Fath replied, the two junior soldiers were actually anxious to show their cards, but Al Fath held back.

"Kta?" pinta the security with her second eye that could not be separated stared at Al Fath from top to bottom. Al Fath issued an identity card, but rather his double identity.

"Geek!" pinta the Bruno to Martin.

"Clear!" his yell.

"Please come in, sorry to interrupt" he said softened.

Both of his juniors just realized, it is impossible for the leader to ask a Teuku Al Fath if the place visited is just a mediocre night club. So the general's line when he said Flora wanted to be picked up by Al Fath, was a code for this senior if the place to go was a risky place. Some nightclubs in the capital are arguably standing and operating illegally, because there are certain activities and businesses in it that violate the law. Al Fath's guess is one of them, behind this business there must be someone's power backing.

They just do not think, why can.daughter of a general enter a place like this?

Al Fath went inside with Martinus and Wiryawan, hearing a loud sound coming from the right corner of the room, a disc jockey was taking visitors swaying on the dance floor. Lucknut smells mixed together. Al Fath was used to this kind of task. As a member of the special forces commando, disguised as intel and conducting secret and silent missions is common, so in the past government, this special force was often misused for personal gain.

While the left corner there is a bartender table full of shelves displaying various types of beverage brands, ranging from the cheapest to expensive, it certainly contains alcohol. Al fath knew some, the assumption was right, the club tonight is indeed illegal, at the end of the room a hallway door is clearly very striking.

Al Fath walked towards the bartender followed by his two juniors, ordering something commonplace here despite not drinking it.

Their eyes examined every inch of the dark corner of the club and bar, until the black net Al Fath fell into a corner near the door to the bathroom, the table contains young people who are fighting strong drinking liquor by betting.

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