A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
I GAVE 100 MILLION

In front of the terrace of the house is lined with basic necessities that have been placed by his men when he left just now.

"I help ndan," he said with the initiative. Seeing Frederick help, makes Kintan unpleasant if you just shut up.

"I am too,"

"You accompany me, just start preparing modules for later work." pinta Al Fath, he is not the type of cowardly man, who relies on female energy just to lift up like this.

Kintan's job is neither a porters nor a kitchen assistant.

"Ready," Kintan follows Fara into the house.

"And, the housekeeper from tomorrow can already enter?!" go back, Frederick.

"Oh, yes. Thanks though. Let's meet my wife in person. I'm a little busy tomorrow,"

"Ready!"

Fara returned to the kitchen with Kintan, "Ntan, just here. Fara wants to see brother, let's memorize the place of the pot," she just commands her husband put a sack of rice with his friends. Fara bowed in order to scramble the contents of the crackle he had bought earlier while on the road.

"Yes ma'am," Kintan opened a bundle of maps and modules in a laptop to introduce the task of the head of the twig society.

"Tomorrow there will be art to help you clean the house,"

Fara nodded, "yes," but his heart was impatient to want to immediately taste the fruit in front of his house.

"Abang dong, Rick's already working hours!" exclaims Fara itch also did not speak up, since just now he did not stop snacking, nausea vomiting felt Fara may not be too severe, because it is not too severe, only in the morning he felt nauseous but after dzuhur he came back fresh.

"Kintan, what are these chips called?" point it in front of the face, but then he put it back in the mouth, as well as the cake and sago plate.

"That's a lady's crisps, ma'am,"

"Talas the deck," help Al Fath, while the bumil is booming, Al Fath shakes his head, he can smile in relief, Fara is not like in his shadow, the proof is wherever he is...this woman is just at home, just fun. Not crybaby, not spoiled, who obviously did not whine to ask to go home so he did not have to worry.

"This is just the taste of ori doang yes, even though if used macem-macem spices taste good! If in the capital must be selling abis, use a packaging display that sip steady is to make the income of unity mothers!" continued.

Al Fath occasionally turned to Danyon's mother who talked while snacking, it seems that it will not be long to make Fara a mattress of water, he said, just look within 3 to 4 months the woman will be difficult to distinguish from the flesh.

"Can mom, can be proposed through the collection later, but marketing is the same delivery?"

"That's a bother! Now it's all online, don't get rich people are hard!" he said lightly, you know!!! The children of the kinihhhh generation, maenannya online.

"Did try bang! It's delicious dyed coffee! Hard yes, but make it full!" point it at the sago slab.

"Yes, one full. But my brother was surprised, how full are you?" Frederick and Kintan spout out their laughter, a statement that means a sneer.

Fara immediately put the sago slab to 2 that has been partially exhausted, "yes it's not so!"

"Ck-- eat only baby, why should dsimpen? Mubadzir!"

"Said brother Fara greedy?!"

Al Fath debated, "loh, who said? Did I say my wife's greedy Rick?" al Fath asked for a plea.

"Remain," answered Frederick, Al Fath walked through Fara to the room, to change his clothes that were already uncomfortable.

"That's direct but insinuating!" manyun Fara's.

"Rick, Kintan.please go home. Work hours are over, right? Thanks for helping out so much!" he said before completely disappearing on the turn.

"Ready ndan,"

"Om Rick don't forget!" sahut Fara reminded.

"OKo mom!"

Fara ran after Al Fath, her hands were skilled at bringing a change of clothes for her husband.

"Bang, Fara wants to tell you 'nyak if Fara is pregnant while video call'an," he said, Al Fath grabbed his towel.

"Yes, if you want a video call, near the office just let the signal and the network is good, if here you are afraid a lot of obstructed trees," suggested Al Fath.

"Tomorrow dong?" ask Fara.

"If you want now, yes deck Fara must walk up to the office," he replied, this man if he spoke was never waiting for his interlocutor to finish listening, must be immediately left behind.

"office? That walk? tired---" he lamented verbally.

Al Fath went into the bathroom, at the same time as several people knocked on the door of the house, not through the front door but the back door near the garage, where there is one open back terrace close to the matoa tree is located.

"Sore mom! Excuse me!" Fara immediately smiled widely, comrades in arms have arrived.

They came empty-handed, some of the young battalion men greeted Farah Takzim like sungkeman when Lebaran arrived, "loh! Bamboo to take where's the fruit?"

"Oh," her mouth is chirpy.

"Yes, take it!" Fara approached them.

"Cumpulin in the basket!" he went into the kitchen looking for a basket and took it back out.

The young battalion had started climbing, in fact Fara's hands were itching to follow, but she remembered her pregnancy.

"That's om!" show Fara looking up at a bunch of reddish-brown fruits teasing the already shaky faith.

There was laughter and the screams of Fara and the young soldier, making Al Fath frown, "crowd? Who's the matter?" he hastened his bathing activity.

"That's om!"

"It's mom?"

"Not-not-ck!" Anxious Fara finally approached the tree trying to raise her legs.

"Eh-don't ma'am!"

"Dad!" the thunderous sound was like lightning striking a cloud of dusk infinity.

Not only Fara who turned his head, even the young soldier who was at the top to bend his body to see the source of the voice.

"Allahuakbar!!!"

"You told my wife to go up by herself, what is this?!" the rumbling of the rattling sound hummed the ears of the young soldiers.

"Ready, not ndan! Sorry!"

"What is not that! Fara who invited them home to take this fruit, after all they who took it were not Fara!"

Al Fath with his turbid face approaching ready to explode on his wife, "continue just now what did you do?!" her question was firmly no soft-soft.

"Reflex bang, innate gemes wrong continue! Fara wants that one that's a foot deck om what's her name tuh dress item?!"

"Next time to speak clearly, don't just go up!" timpal Al Fath's.

"Yes, sorry!" lips pursed.

"Nextin guys!" pinta Fara to the young soldiers.

"I'll give you 15 more minutes, after which you're down. For Muslims please prepare magrib, for non-Muslims, prepare for dinner!"

"Ready man!" they answered in unison with his baritone voice. Then they speed up the work of their hands and feet, in pursuit of time.

"Ih, rich invaders-people want a nice matoa party. Uhhh, londo come!" nagel Fara's.

"So she wants matoa" Fara rubbed her flat stomach.

"Brothers don't want much, still small don't know his name is matoa, it's all about his mother! Who likes mauuuuu.. aja if you look at food," reply Al Fath make Fara check mat.

"Fara cravings bang!" pregnant women if they have the desire.

"It's a myth of love, please ask the obstetrician, brother love 100 million if he can prove that the strange request of the unobserved pregnant woman is the cause of his son's ileeran," he put Matoa in a basket and ate it.

"Man! That which is on your right is ripe! 2 O'clock!" al Fath shouted from below.

"This is ndan? Ready it!" his nod grabbed a bunch of fruit that tastes like longan but smells of durian.

Al Fath's cell phone rang quite fast a regular phone call from Aceh, "umi?" he scrunched his forehead.

Because many are curious about the same fruit matoa, mimin love the picture yes

Matoa Coconut

Matoa Papeda

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