A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
CENDRAWASIH OR CASSOWARY

The gaze was a little doubtful, he had never felt the iron bird rise.

Al Fath, assisted by Mardiyan, dropped his and Fara's suitcases from the car.

"Thank you Yan, Mr. No.." for the last time he greeted Mardiyan and Yono.

"Ready bang! Be careful there, good luck to the destination. And success always!" both gave their last respects.

"Bu Fara, congratulations on accompanying bang Fath on duty. Hopefully we can meet again, next time take me to a cheap snack place again yes ma'am," he joked.

Fara smiled, "do'ain Fara feels right about Dian!" Fara shakes the hand of the man who used to be Al Fath's aide.

"Manyauin maen out of the headquarters om, so you can enjoy the world!" the message.

"Ready ma'am!"

"Yes already then, we go in first," said Al Fath embracing Fara from the side, while the pile of their luggage was pushed by a porter/porter with a trolley.

After checking in at the pasasi/passanger service, Al Fath and Fara sat down for a while to enjoy the atmosphere of the airport.

"Rumpy? First experience?" asked Fath, his wife nodded.

"That's bang! Fara was afraid of vomiting," she smiled grimacingly.

Al Fath opened the lid of the bottle of water and gave it to Fara, "drink first, let it not go," he immediately handed the bottle to his wife.

"Fara was born, bang," he answered receiving drinking water, for a moment Fara's eyebrows frowned to remember something.

"Bang, man,"

"Yes?"

"From the first day of marriage, Fara has not been there for months." he lamented.

"Have you checked?" Fara shook her head, "forget, haven't thought."

"What date is it usually?"

"Emhh, the beginning of a rich month's payday."

"Later after arriving, we look for a pharmacy," with a nervous half-flowered heart Al Fath smiled fluffy, never his heart was as hot as this when he received a decree of duty though.

Hopefully in the stomach of Fara, has grown prospective successors. In order to get rid of the nervousness that hit Al Fath to change his mind, there is something he wants to ask the wife, he said, airport officials have repeatedly asked passengers flying to JayaPoera to enter.

Al Fath always took Fara into the plane and looking for her second seat.

"A long time ago, Fara was on a plane this time bang, and even joined brother on duty," he admitted.

The sound of Fara's hand in his hand and then kissed warm and soft, "will bring brother you recognize your country,"

Fara's eyes softened, "thank you." He tightened his grip on the father's scarf. The plane shook slightly as take off made the grip on Al Fath's hand tighten from Fara.

"Take it easy baby, calm down. You just sleep, travel long enough. There is a possibility that we will transit in Makassar and Biak" explained Al Fath.

Fara opened the candy package, felt that her mouth was filled with sour and bitter taste. The nausea was back to the ripple, is the effect of motion sickness or else?

"Why deck?" seeing Fara's unpleasant face.

"Fara nausea bang, is it because of airsickness huh?" ask her. But if you feel it has been a few days now he is often nauseous and vomiting.

"Now?" ask her.

"Udah a few days," the bell continued.

"Why didn't you say brother?" ask Fath to interrogate.

"Yes, Fara thought it was just a common cold. Or maybe the stomach acid goes up," his alibi.

Al Fath's gaze fell on Fara's stomach, flashed through his mind if the wife had not come to the moon, "are you pregnant, deck?"

"Neither know,"

His smile grew even more, "getting there we check," Fara frowned at Al Fath's wide smile, he gently rubbed Al Fath's face, "don't smile like bang, ugly!"

"Belgium!" his reply chuckled even put the palm on his wet chin the closer the face towards Fara.

"So, what the fuck! The army is flirtatious," Fara shudder was amused to see a handsome officer with a sturdy body in style like a girlband, Al Fath laughed crisply could slightly unravel the unpleasant taste on Fara's face.

"Amit-amit baby, don't look like a brother!" Fara reflexes rubbed her stomach.

"Well, don't look like a brother. Did you make that brother?!"

"Yes if the shape is rich, Fara does not want!" yells.

"Yes so too deck, must be rich manly abi'nya!" jumawa's answer.

Fara was still asleep, even though the plane had entered the airspace of the city of Makassar, Al Fath rubbed Fara's head gently, making Fara wake up from her sleep.

"Well, is it bang?" the question regulates the intensity of light entering the retina.

"Transit in Makassar, it's up to Sultan Hasan."

Returning them down to just take a break while waiting for a further departure, Fath and Fara thoroughly enjoy the transfer of this task, let's just say honeymoon while working.

Now they have reached Biak by traveling about 2 hours more, both have entered the eastern region of the country, both returned *transit* there, until finally continuing the journey to Sentani.

Al Fath pointed to the plane's window glass, "clay deck!" Fara smiled widely, the work of God that he should be grateful for.

"This is what we have been defending and preserving its sovereignty. The beauty of the motherland of all external and internal attacks. Wealth to be enjoyed by our posterity, the deck!"

Arriving the plane on the runway, so lucky Fara and Fath, the arrival of the aircraft group this time received a welcome from the airport. A group of people with traditional clothes and musical instruments typical of the eastern land welcomed their arrival, their friendly smiles draped flower arrangements on the necks of several passengers including Al Fath.

Fara laughed sweetly, "funny God!" his worries were staring in admiration. Fara photographed this sweet moment with Al Fath's camera. Quietly it turns out the officer's father is happy with the art of photography, deservedly in his laptop, Fara found many artistic photos of the natural beauty of the country.

"That's great, my brother loves photography. Fara seneng graphic design. Make a project sometime!" muttered.

"The hidden hobby" he whispered back, and asked Fara to enter the airport.

Even at the airport, Fara was still amazed to look around the airport, the expanse of hills and mountains still standing as if showing how handsome this country.

Al Fath hugged her from behind and kissed Fara's head, "you will love your own country, deck. Along with the people in it," soon Fara frowned, Al Fath's ambiguous words amazed him.

"I mean people?" he turned his body.

Al Fath shook his head, "people."

"You guys, one bang" he replied.

"Yes, because brother will only allow you to love one person. That's brother,"

Fara laughed at the crackers, "his story is going to be dreadful?"

"That's true, indeed."

Fara let out her smile, "very sir."

A red-plated service car picks them up at the airport, "ndan's afternoon!"

Just saw a color other than fried, now Fara must be faced with the color of her husband's pride again.

"Easter,"

"Welcome to the eastern lands, the battalion is waiting for the arrival of the commander and mother" he said.

"Thank you..."

"I lettu Frederick, ndan."

"okay, Rick. Later before the battalion we stop by the pharmacy first, my wife wants to buy something.."

"Ready man, let me help you!" the door grabbed Al Fath and Fara's suitcases, put them in the car.

"Any big blow," dumel Fara in the car.

"Abang curious, there are already seeds brother who so not? Let your brother flush every day, the plants if not watered every day die before growing," he replied pointing to Fara's stomach with the twinkling of his eyes.

"That's also the concept of bang! If watered every day here, the seeds will be rich in souvenirs or cassowaries?" asked Fara to reply to Al Fath.

"Oh who obviously wants paradise or cassowary but he's tough rich papahnya!"

Frederick heard that the pair of new leaders of his battalion was a little confused, whether the two would raise cassowaries in the battalion later, or not, maybe from now on he must find a bird breeder so as not to have trouble later when Danyon asked to buy a bird typical of the east of this country.

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