A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
IS ANYONE LOOKING?
"Come on! Comeing! Come on!" Younger cry.
Retro-style wooden table tops compete with the sound of music that is getting nightly loud, the definition of night is getting crazy. Young souls tempestuous, who thirst for confidence and identity.
Al Fath immediately walked towards the mob with Wiryawan, while Martinus was instructed to monitor the conditions, conditions and smooth their way home in case of rioting.
He saw that the target was even engrossed in sipping intoxicating drinks, competing with each other to drink water that was clearly prohibited by his religion, whether to prove what he was looking for. This attitude clearly tarnished the name of the family, and the name of the unity. As the son of the general, his behavior should not be imitated by the next generation of the nation. Treasure and throne does not make one's morality assured Al Karimah.
"Flo-ayo Flo! You can, definitely can! General's boyhood can't!" their screams, until the throat veins popping so hysterically.
"Flora!! Flora!!"
"Baby!! Baby!!"
Baby stomped the empty sloki glass on the table violently by exclaiming triumphantly, "i'm the winner!" jumawa.
"Wohoooooo!"
While Flora snorted in annoyance, "arghhhh! Cave lost," the girl scowled, then clucked resentfully put her tat pan rough, a young man put his face in the recess of Flora's neck, "no problem dear, just told jog doang kok!" hug it, strangely Flora is not uncomfortable or avoid the young man. The world is at the end of time.
Al Fath let out a sigh, because all he could breathe was the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and perfume, this elite club would not be possible for the visitors to smell body.
Look in the parking lot there, at least who come to the car, even though using two-wheeled vehicles no one uses mixed gasoline.
Wiryawan massaged his chest looking at the behavior of the youth of today.
"Gery and the behavior of children today! Yes, although there are still many young people who are good morals, but some are contaminated," he whispered, Al Fath nodded.
"Fuck!"
"She said you have to go home now!" al Fath to the Point.
Suddenly they looked up from their activities towards this handsome and sturdy guy, "weheyyy, there is a handsome om-om! Flo, know dong! Your adjutant huh?!" said the half-stained girl beside him, in skimpy clothes she smiled flirtatiously at Al Fath. Flo was no better than him, he even smiled to himself to see Al Fath, "branch here to pick up Flo ya bang, want to take Flo to KUA," kekehnya.
Al Fath shook his nose, his hand grabbing Flo's wrist roughly, not Flo but her male friends reacting.
"Weit! Relax boss! Just an aide but dare to be with the master's son! Flo is again with us," his hand holding Al Fath's hand, Wiryawan wants to react to help his commander, but Al Fath has not given a warning.
"Shut up!" al Fath said coldly.
"Lu don't know, whose cave? Cave important people here, old members.tuh see! Once the cave jentikin fingers, they must have come..."
"They have weapons" he whispered, advancing his face toward Al Fath, very visible Al Fath who had his face rewinded by the smell of alcohol. Wiryawan to his lips, pitying the young man, he did not know who he was facing now. Let alone the young muscle twigs like him, Somali pirates once shot destroyed and his ships by the eyes of this eagle.
"It's our business outside. Not here!" challenge Al Fath has not yet let go of Flo's hand.
"Wouldn't be the boss! Lu nantangin cave?!" he laughed demeaningly at his friends, who he knew aides Flora usually only rank one soldier or Koptu who had just graduated the academy.
"And, let's talk!" wiryawan.
Al Fath turned, "yes?"
"In the direction of the corner at 11 the same hour 6 began to be provoked," Al Fath glanced according to Wiryawan's information.
"Flo, honey hunt! Lu joget now open his t shirt!" pinta the young man.
"Yes to Flo! You have lost!" agreed Baby.
"Joget-joget-joget-joget!!!" another exciting.
"Dear baby step aside, Flo wants to show you brother, if Flo is more everything than Faranisa, see the sexiness of Flo!" Flora tried to shake Al Fath's hand to open her t shirt, but could not, because the grip of Al Fath in her hand was so strong.
"Woy! Not horrified what bebebs I said, take off his hand he lost the bet!" another girl friend. But Al Fath didn't hear, "follow home or I twist your hand?" threaten Al Fath starts twisting Flora's wrists.
"Wooy!!! Bang!!!" the young man named Bryan called for help. Some people are strong enough to make movements such as removing something from his waist.
The situation began to heat up, while outside, the small movements of Fara's hand touched Al Fath's jacket, his hand felt there was no firm body that he had just stuck, his eyes immediately opened.
"Who, what brother? Is this deserted?" he dizzy to see the situation around, it feels like he was in the cradle of the tree roots decorated with flowers accompanied by prince bule while nyemil cake cucur. But now why was he even in an uninhabited car?
Slowly he picked up his consciousness that was still scattered in the air.
"Where to? This is so bad, why was Fara left?!" he asked muttering.
Fara shifted her body and opened the door of the car that turned out to be unlocked. The night air began to invade and poke Fara, but unfortunately Fara's body did not feel the cold of the night because of the jacket that Al Fath put on his body. His eyes immediately stared at the two-story building in front of him, without any guard, the two security turned out to come inside when someone from inside said there had been a commotion inside.
"LUXURY CLUB AND BAR"
Fara snorted in annoyance, "that could be! Fara dong!" he entered the club.
The first time he entered the night club was his hearing was disturbed by noise, the mixture of nose-piercing aroma made him feel nauseous.
"Huwekk," he held his mouth.
"It seems to smell hell" he murmured softly. For him, it is not strange clothes and couples make out this way, he lives in the middle of the capital community, of course, often find scenes like them.
But the question is where is her husband? Jealousy suddenly came to the surface, "want to feel good about this girl mah!" fara's wrath came in.
"Mom Fara, what's the matter here? I was looking for my mother in the car but she was not there, the commander told me to stay in the car with me" Martinus said with a panicked face.
"Om Martinus, what brother?!" ask her sengak.
"The commander is.." he scratched his head.
Fara glared and struck Martinus in the chest, "which branch?!!" presumably, he was more afraid of the anger of Fara than kuntilanak.
"Om Martinus said !!!!" shouted Fara.
"Sorry ma'am, the commander just said I should keep mom in the car, until she gets back." Her reply, upset and dissatisfied at her husband's junior answer, Fara took the initiative.
He walked towards the disc jockey who was still busy playing his disc device, splitting the sea of humans who jogged into intoxicated atmosphere.
"Awas out!!!" the power of his mother-in-law came out at this moment, he pushed the person who was blocking his path roughly.
"Joget-joget, you're old and you're not old!" his scolding on a middle-aged father who is agile dancing with a young woman.
"Saw sir! To mosque! This age is called God!" his nag.
"Mama'e!" Martinus was confused what to do, the umpteenth time he scratched his head not itchy.
Intentionally and violently Fara turned off the power button of the beat music-producing machine, stopping the hot atmosphere, suddenly the dj growled unacceptable.
"Woy ma'am!"
The visitors looked towards where Fara was, "Wohooooooo!!!!" disappointed cheers here.
"Sorry would like to share the announcement! If you don't get noisy!" he said without sin.
Fara picked up one of the chairs and climbed on it, "mission!!! Ohhhlaam!!! Woy, the cave wants to ride, someone saw the cave man?! He's the army just came in here to.." Fara hasn't expressed his intentions, some visitors have been scattering out.
In another room, though,
Plaque!!!!
Gov lock!!!!
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