A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
LOYAL, STRONG, LDR, SINCERE, PATIENT, TOUGH

The sound of armored car engines pacing in and out of the battalion.

Being a soldier is not easy, there is a death price to be paid.

Cetrek!

"Wake up!"

"Regu 1 to 3, the base company and weapons give me 20 minutes to prepare!"

Eyes that have not been fully asleep, now forced fresh by plunging into the pool dormitory to refresh the body of the soldiers.

"Regues 2 and 5 of the gun companies, as well as the help of preparing for emergency training, as a backup!" shouted Danki.

Since a week ago, Al Fath and Arjuna have been calling on soldiers to carry out regular gun and physical exercises, and are preparing for a rotating escort as the separatist movement gets more and more action.

Maybe the enemy has gathered strength long enough to want to separate and be free as a new free country.

This protracted unresolved problem, gave rise to the seeds of anarchist apathy.

As a leader, Al Fath can not just barge legs, sitting sweet mandate without knowing the actual field conditions, now the soul of the hunter wake up again.

"Don't be long," he whined, the hand-link hugged Al Fath, blotting out his snot and clear melts of tears in his striped Al Fath clothes wrapped in a vest accidentally. Large, rough hands wrapped in gloves, able to gently rub the cheek of the wife.

"Adek so whiny gini, since pregnancy," Fara did not know where the run of a tough soul who did not know the word crying, did run to warteg? Pregnancy hormones make her emotions unstable.

"Why do you have to come?" his question held Al Fath to linger with him.

"Abang just review the field, to easily determine the strategy later, calculate what is needed even though it has obtained a field picture of the soldiers still can not be measured with a shadow. Brother along with the staff and other battalion officers so don't worry, while Arjuna is here protecting the battalion as well as being the first person who will act in accordance with brother's command,"

"Any promise back in good order?!" Fara pointed her pinky in front of Al Fath, seeing Al Fath wearing a bulletproof vest like this still her heart slipped.

"God willing," he kissed Fara's forehead. Fara examined Al Fath's body from head to toe, "anything later back must be whole gini-rich again!" Al Fath smiled, "must!"

"Jaga the grandpa there, don't forget to take vitamins. Never get out of a battalion, especially without Kintan and Marsel!" Fara nodded. Not to forget this man kissed warm Fara's stomach, maybe now his age has gone 10 weeks, Fara's stomach began to look densely filled.

His cheeks wet again until Al Fath rubbed it with both hands. How not, the other day Fara accidentally saw some soldiers who returned with bodies wounded by hot lead, and some were wrapped in bandages, the salutations of their wives were so strong.

"Report ma'am, lieutenant colonel Al Fath is on duty! Report finished," Al Fath saluted Fara, as did Fara reply in tears.

The big foot-shoeed steps of the delta away from the door of the house, Fara wiped away the traces of her tears.

"Be careful bang, do'a Fara always accompanies your steps," he murmured, he closed the door of the house

🌟 While at the capital headquarters.

"Begging your permission, to call some of the officers in detachment 3!" captain Regan's report.

"Please!"

This is what makes the wives of the soldiers even more formidable.

Captain Regan was standing in front of the room when Ms. Fani was in the group, she smiled so wide and warm at the wife. Fani who has lived with this captain for almost 10 years is smiling understandably.

"Pamit used to be the same as children mas," he replied still transmitting a warm smile even though the heart was crying.

"How long?" her question is still hard to stem the tears.

"2 months" he replied.

"Mas Zidan is about to rise in the gold belt" his voice began to tremble.

"Sorry you can't see" he said.

"Dadmurhh!" the boy who soon entered the Elementary School ran over to the father who was immediately embraced and carried by Regan.

"Hay princess!" Kirani.

"Where is Dad going?" he looked at the big bag the father was wearing with a suitcase.

"Dad wants nyusulin kak Fara same om brother!"

"Asikkk Kirani is coming!" exclaims happily.

"Keep mas Zidan with mama how? Doesn't Zidan want karate, a belt hike?" regan asked, little Kirani seemed to think.

"Yes already, abis met brother Fara back again to watch mas Zidan," he replied as simple as that. Fani has melted her tears, only this time her husband was given a task far and long.

"This time, I go first to nolongin om brother. Om brother again bothered, sister Fara would want to have a baby grandpa. Later sometime Kirani can play there, I want to play shootouts the same brother!"

"okay!" Kirani nodded, but now it was more difficult to give understanding to the eldest Zidan.

"Mas--- I ask for his understanding, I promise you later if you manage to get on the belt, I buy what you want!" this eldest son was really disappointed, he even ran away.

"Mas," call Regan on Zidan who's almost lost in sight.

"Mas, Zidan let me persuade you, I don't need to worry! It's too late, isn't it? Be careful there, greetings to Fara and Al Fath!" the last kiss was nailed on Fani's forehead.

"Mas will miss you as children" Fani grabbed the back of her husband's hand and kissed him respectfully.

There was always a heart that was forced to be sincere, because that was the path they had to accept as a family of soldiers.

Regan walked away and joined a few others.

"Alamahoy! Sweet bang Regan!"

"Ha-ha-ha! Look at bang Yo!" gentra's laughter satisfied.

"Si_alan you!" his his hiss rubbed his head.

"Why?" regan asked still not able to laugh like the bachelors, Zidan's face was still reflected in his brain.

"Not a skeptic, he was thrown in the pot with mom!" laughter Dilar satisfied.

"You haven't felt like a husband! I swear you're home from here you're married, and your wife is spoiled plus fierce!" joseph's oath to Dilar mish-muh.

"Where is this Andre?!" ask bang Yo.

"Dapet left from the commander for Fath," he pointed in the pocket of the striped uniform.

They frowned, "what's the crease?"

Andre nodded in silence. He did not understand what it was, but from the shape of the package like an item the size of a folding knife but with a length that is only half the shape of a capsule.

"From the city of flowers there are some sent, right?"

"Yes," Andre laughed, because he knew who was sent from the peuyeum city, members of the dark widower gang.

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