A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
COME MAKE A HOLE!

Some rigid elongated bodies are collected parallel, lined up like fish being shaded, including Denawa. Between the still dark sky, and the light of the campfire that the members of the army made in order to warm their bodies, Fara could see the lifeless pale faces that were then put into the body bags.

That face, Fara remembers every hate speech in the tone of people's speech.

"We just want to live a decent life, generalized like any other citizen of the land. He said the country is prosperous, rich, but look at us.." he said while pushing Fara, fortunately the position of the fall did not endanger the stomach or bo konk area, because of the response of the two aides Fara, because of the response, although at the end they received unpleasant treatment from the Denawa group.

He drowned, "do not look again deck," Al Fath put his striped shirt on Fara's body, Al Fath not willing if Fara's skin touched by the night air of the forest, the presence of Fara's body which is now wrapped in an oversized striped shirt to lean on the chest, while Al Fath himself only with a clean white T-shirt coated in a bulletproof vest.

"Basically all humans want to live a life worth bang, it's just their way of making them, good and bad."

"What did he say?" al Fath asked, a serious but warm look in the eyes, shining a reddish glow of the campfire.

"There's no bang, just want their lives to be worth it." Fara breathed a tired breath, because he was really tired, he increasingly positioned his head to get the most comfortable position and touch.

"Fara drowsiness bang, Fara wakes up all day just for fear of being touched by them."

Al Fath did not let the body drag on awake, he gave the whole chest of his field access to Fara to embrace him from the night wind so that his wife and child in the womb Fara feel warm.

Al Fath smiled, "that's why I'm sleeping."

"This single-jomblo won't be on a bang right?" Al Fath chuckles.

"Ngga knows. Try asking them," point it with a chin at his unit's comrades and other soldiers. Because actually they are all single here, except for Fara and Al Fath.

"Our date is anti-mainstream ya bang, in the woods! Time for another war, daebakkk!" said proud.

"She was sleepy, but how did she keep talking?"

"Yes-"

Every second increased, making the drowsiness increasingly dominate Fara, until he fell asleep in the arms of Al Fath.

He could not close his eyes, even though he had rested his body on the trunk of a large tree. His biggest fear is Fara, he does not want if Fara to get why. Especially if umi and 'nyak to know Fara was taken hostage and then hurt. Maybe tomorrow the deal, the Kardashian family's private jet in rent and then Blang Padang used as a private parking lot, the eastern land will be like an electric monster in an ultramen film.

"Fara's okay, Fath?" tanya Bang Yo who just joined finished patrolling.

"Alhamdulillah, just a little wound" he replied.

Marcel who could not be closed chose to join the nimbrung, "please permission to talk and, sorry I and Kintan can not fully take care of mother," he regretted trying to sit and find a comfortable position.

"Yesterday I drove my mother to the battalion, she did not feel good if she kept missing from duty. But on the road it turned out to be a mess. Separatists descend into the city center." Reported at that time.

"You've taken good care of my wife Cel, thank you don't think about it. You'd better take a break, upon arrival at the battalion later ask for a referral letter for X-rays," Marcel nodded his head in understanding. Seeing Fara sound asleep, Al Fath threw her down to sleep in a green raincoat with her backpack, the man then stepped over to the officers who were talking a little far from the location of Fara.

"Report, the damage to the helicopter is in the fuel tank and propeller. Probably the result of an attack from another plane yesterday."

"So?"

"So it is not possible to use," he reported checking the state of the helicopter taken by Denawa group.

"That means we have to wait for help to arrive to transport some injured personnel and body bags?"

"Throughout,"

"It is also impossible that aircraft with large capacities such as hercules can land here considering there is no suitable landing place."

"How's Fath?" ask Yosef.

"Then prioritize the urgent, the hostages, the personnel with conditions that do not allow passing through the terrain, and the body bags."

Fara squirmed, her hand moving. He was surprised when his smooth skin swipe touched the dry leaves and tree trunk. Why could he forget that while he was in the forest, Al Fath no longer hugged his body, apparently the man had left Fara somewhere while he was left with his backpack with the rest of the soldiers.

Fara woke up staring at the sky that was starting to light up. For a long time he felt the new camping this time without a tent and a typical song of a bonfire, even befriending weapons and corpses.

"Away awake?" That guy....Fara throbbed, why should be this cool, so would want to ask to be carried.

"Bang, Fara wants to go home now." He likes Tarzan but has no intention of stealing his role in the film.

"Yes, go first with Kintan and Marcel, and also bang Regan." Fara frowned, "cock first-keep brother?"

"Abang runs until the next pick-up point later, not all can be transported by helicopter, deck."

"Why don't you, Fara wants to go home with her brother!"

"Seconds are prioritized, brothers walk with other soldiers." Back added. Fara stared pushyly and riled at Al Fath, but then her eyes were sidetracked on Al Fath's arm, "Hhwaaa!!! What is that brother!" pointing in panic, Al Fath glanced at Fara's index finger.

"Pacet, maybe you just broke into the thicket of trees there," Al Fath immediately picked up a tree branch and lit it on the remains of a bonfire.

"Bang, where's Pacet's attachment?" tanya Dilar who was near the campfire.

"Near that tree,"

"Ihhhh!" Fara shuddered amusedly.

"Remain immediately siih bang!" he also watched the animal stick to Al Fath's arm, long enlarged by sucking blood.

"Yes can't dong dek,"

"Ngga can be directly dislodged bu, use fire if not garem water, can also use tobacco water!" said Dilar, he reached into his pocket and took his tobacco stick dissolving it into the water.

"Abang hunted huh, it's even bigger!!! O Allah help my husband, if you are skinny?!" the panic was not helping.

"Ha-ha-ha, that's not the Far Bu concept either," Dilar shook his head.

"Now, if it is difficult to use this aja bang," Dilar thrusting water soaking tobacco from the lid of his small flask.

Al Fath grabbed it and splashed the water on the animal that was cool to stick and suck da rahnya, over time the animal wriggled and wanted to release his suction on the arm of Al Fath to leave a mark.

"Later definitely hives bang, good to take medicine first bang. Afraid of something happening on the road."

This location is not far from the river, making it easier for them to move. While waiting until the helicopter is sent to pick up the personnel.

"Abang, Fara pingin boker." whispered.

Al Fath wobbled, why is this situation his wife is so much desire.

"Against the river?!" Fara glared, "IH OGAHH!"

"Why do we find a house with a toilet?!" and that is even more impossible, because wooden houses built in the meantime do not have the means mc\_k.

"There's none!" gerutu Fara was upset, this is the difficulty of camping in the wild.

"Where is that abbis? Brother made a hole? Guardians brother!" he shuddered again, "there is no other option that is more safe?!"

"Do you think this is a hotel?"

Early in the morning they have been fussed with stomach problems only the core of the problem.

"Hunt bang!!! Fara was not strong," she held her stomach, Fara now cursed herself for eating too much.

"Yes, brother Anter!"

"Ahh relieved!" Gentra had just returned while rubbing his stomach.

"Tra, the river of many people?"

"There's no bang, it's quiet!" he chuckled while raising his eyebrows, making Fara shudder.

"Yeah!" take Al Fath in Fara's hands.

"Will not! The former Gentra? Ihhh--" she shuddered.

"Yes, I made a hole!"

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