A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
RATION DAGELAN

The tears just flowed from the eyes. The army health unit to the point of frowning, not because he wanted to pee but he felt a strange thing between heartless, worried and confused with the mother of this one danyon, he said, no one poked no one insulted but he just cried louder.

Sobs escaped from Fara's mouth, making her finally dare to open her voice, "what's the pain mom, the wound?" he glanced and blamed the alcohol on his hands, why ethanol should be painful when rubbed on the wound.

Fara shook her head, ".please answer honestly!" the door with a glare of my eyes like a person who has got a ticket queue to the burrow tomorrow.

"Yes mom?" he flicked his finger movement to clean the torn wound at the tip of Fara's mouth due to the slap of one of the members of Denawa wearing the tip of a rifle, then switched to cleaning the bruise also scratches on the arm and leg. Unfortunately, Fara's smooth legs now have tear wounds because they were dragged forcibly while Fara was on her knees.

"Fara smells no shit? You see this afternoon Fara did not deliberately pee in her pants," she cried sobbing.

Kintan and Marcel who are both getting treatment can't help but laugh, although their condition is more worrisome.

"Please talk mom, mommy still smells!" replied Kintan turned to Fara, his boss really asked if the orangutan, make the stomach tight. Mbok yes if it's logical and deserves a little bit of a gituhhh, this in the forest no one will mocked because of the smell...

"Don't boong you Ntan, I know you say rich that's just for me to doang! You don't know my heart has been saying goodbye to drifting in the river with fish! Look at you the same way Marcel was tortured. You know not Fara until votive penance if diving because of the hostages!" Those who were there no longer poked their lips, repent? Reconciling from which mistake?

"So why didn't you tell me that her heart was drifting?!" tanya Kintan is running Fara's cock.

"You think I'm brave?! Where does Denawa say his mouth stinks!" do not blame Fara open-open and ghibahin people who have died, because in fact he does not know the fact.

"Such success makes my appetite say, wonder deh...how long did not brush my teeth?!" another brother.

"Mbok ya if you want to nyulik tuh tuh neatihan little cake, bath, sidelan, wear perfume that! Do not believe me, the rich man is the boss of wood.in terms of appearance aja similar to odgj. It would be nice if kidnapped the same beautiful plus fragrant, as if not very loss!" Marcel laughed amid the moans of his pain. Just this time there was a hostage nawar kidnapper, if only Marcel and Kintan had not warned his danyon mother, they might have been buried alive by Denawa for saying it stinky, dirty and ugly.

"Already mom-already! My stomach hurts, "please Marcel.

"Om Marcel what the hell, my guy again cherry-awww!" as the alcohol swept over a large enough gaping section of the wound, the reflex of his hand hit the soldier who was treating Fara's wound.

"Sorry mom" he said.

Al Fath came back running, worried about Fara, the last time he left his wife was shaking with fear. He saw, the future mother of his son was nagging at the health soldier and his two aides, it means Fara is fine.

"Sir," he crouched open his helmet on the ground.

"Already ma'am," the health soldier went from in front of Fara and did his other duty. Al Fath stared for a moment at the face of the wife he missed. Then he hugged Fara, shedding all worry, panic, and fear of loss. The atmosphere that was originally full of jokes suddenly haru when Al Fath held Fara so tightly. The sense of excitement was seething, the affection spilled right then and there.

Al Fath broke down his arms and cupped his beloved wife's face to see the wounds Fara had received.

"Sorry you can't take care of you. Grandpa?" Fara shook her head, "God willing, Fara is equal to nothing--" she then glanced at Marcel and Kintan.

"Thank you Marcel and Kintan, bang. If it wasn't for them, maybe you wouldn't have seen Fara again,"

"Marcel,"

"Ready man!"

"Cintan,"

"Ready man!"

"I, on behalf of my family and my family, thank you so much, for your great devotion to my wife and to my unity."

"Sama-sama ndan, it has become my duty!" answered both.

"Oh Allah, deck" Al Fath rubbed gently on Fara's flushed cheeks as a tear wound at the corner of the lips.

"So my brother hasn't eaten the deck yet?" and even more amazing this commander chimed in on Fara's rant.

"Not yet" said this jungle mall, but it said it wanted to eat.

"Sat!" call Al Fath.

"Ready ndan,"

"Try you take out the rations, and the stove!"

"Ready man!" the soldier approached with a large bag on his back, then crouched down. He began to remove one by one items from his doraemon magic bag, only the difference is that this bag is fried green and carried on Satria's back.

The field stoves were put on the ground, and then the paraffin was lit.

"Wawwm! It's cool!" Fara nodded her village. Al Fath chuckles at Fara's adorable face, seems to be kidnapped and taken to the forest will not make Fara traumatized, the proof is now that he is cool to see Satria's cooking demo.

Satria took out one by one the typical food of the soldier, in the form of canned food similar to corned beef box-sized lunchbox in general but flattened, green color with a unity logo without any more images with the inscription warning, 'special state soldiers, prohibited from trading.'

Suddenly Fara laughed as she read the serving advice on the can, "for the sake of comfort should be heated. How comfort is bang, why not pleasure or delicacy. If comfort is rich, I am the same as Kamuuu!" her laugh.

"Nhd!" Al Fath twisting Fara's nose, Satria glanced at him while mesem-mesem himself. Rich in mosquito repellent among lovers, so want gerogotin tree trunk so ngenesnya.

"Witwiwww-mom is the best!" kintan Exclamation.

"T2SP-rice stir-fried minced meat," his eyebrows knitted to confirm the reading, Fara then took the other, "this is sweet sour chicken rice," he nodded.

"Fish rice cook habang-nasi fish sauce tomato." Like mothers if again choose groceries in the supermarket, must be diiatin one-on-one in detail, rejected especially fitting bandrol price.

"Well! Worth trying!" sakut continued.

"Where do you want ma'am?" ask Satria.

"Because Fara has never tried everything, may be all one-on-one." not only Al Fath and Satria but those around him burst out laughing. Satria grabbed one by one the can and opened it a little so as not to bubble and explode, making the scent of the ration was carried away by the night wind.

"Decree, the love of others eats too, the time of you all." Tegur Al Fath, thought this restaurant used to order all flavors, this is Fara forest.again war loh! Astagfirullah! Not a newsman with a grandmother.

"Fara wants to try that one too!" point to the pack that says TB-1 army ration, it is a snack containing the soldiers' biscuits with nutrients and calories that have been adjusted without additional toppings or sweeteners.

"Ha-ha-ha! Ms. Fara, if that one is delicious dyed with FD-3 tuh, milk cereal there is chocolate, strawberry, vanilla," laughter Gentra even pumped a pregnant pregnant pregnant pregnant pregnant pregnant pregnant bumil, he said, it turns out that they came to join in smelling the rations heated by Satria carrying with them Regan who was on Dude and Taufik papah.

"You're all Fara's rich hostages, the assistance of psychologists is not needed here Fath," Regan said.

"You're all rich hostages Fara, auto warriors don't eat!" sahut Andre giggled, indeed forgive letkol wife this one.

"Loh! About Regan?! Oh, my God, why?!" exclaimed Fara was surprised to see Regan's body that had been paved with a long chest and the back was covered with bandages.

"Kiss the grenade, Ra!" he said to sit together. Not all members join, they are steadfast in carrying out formal procedures by enforcing strict guard for the sake of vigilance fear of the enemy is still left.

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