A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
LITTLE HOTSHOT

Tents and posts are deliberately set up far above the hill whose ground contours are slightly stronger, solid and sturdy. This village is located at the foot of the hill and beside the river. When the river overflows with material and debris from upstream he spilled also swept away some villages located close to the river, he said, while for the house that is located right at the foot of the hill must accept the fate buried alive by an avalanche of land. The soldiers and rescue team had to open another path in order to get to the village.

"What is the field status?" al Fath asked on a phone.

"Currently!"

"okay!"

Several agencies, agencies and companies sent teams of volunteers and voulenteers to help the villagers. Now the condition of the village is like an isolated village because it is completely paralyzed street access. The bridge is the only road to the village, even though the villagers consist of almost 10 RW.

"Dad! Brother permission 2 days to be there without going home yes," his permission to Fara. Fara only commented with a smile, since the beginning of accepting Al Fath's proposal, he already knew the risk of marrying a soldier was being fed up with the country.

"Yes bang!" the answer is steady, now there is always a sense of pride that Fara feels, after passing the days with Al Fath.

"But today brother so anterin Fara check the content first right?" shouted Fara who was storing the dirty dishes into the sink.

"So" she replied briefly. Al Fath took the time to drive Fara to check her pregnancy first.

The pace of delta shoes between hospital aisles is not a foreign sight, but it is rare. His second move followed Kintan and Marcel behind Fara as loyal aides. This increasingly adorable pregnant woman wrapped her hands in the arms of Al Fath.

It was not Fara but Al Fath who directly registered Fara's name,

"What's mom's name?" asked the nurse to see a silhouette of a patient's presence coming in front of her desk.

"Faranisa Danita," she replied, as the sister looked up to hear the bass, there were no mothers with a voice similar to deheman genderuwo.

"Eh sir-sorry I think mother," kekehnya, he smiled to see the handsome father of the army approaching, sweet once-in-a-turned dashing uniform he willy-deliver to register the wife check.

"May I have a pink book, sir?" pinta the nurse.

"Dec, which book?" pinta Al Fath looked back where the mummy was sitting on the chair while turning a small blue fan towards his face.

"Oh yeah, here!" handcuffed.

"Waiting for you sir, my mother's name will be called" he replied after receiving the book.

The presence of the commander's father with a firm and fierce posture among the pregnant women became a funny sight, Marcel and Kintan even to stare at his lips, where their commander sat with the potbellied mothers.

"Abang, Fara kebelet peed. Please hold onto Fara's bag first!" unable to stand it and hurry, Fara just draped her bag on Al Fath's neck as a package with a small blue fan into Al Fath's hands. Kintan and Marcel interlocking lyrics powerless want to explode laughter.

Fara came back from the bathroom, seeing the sight that tickled the kidney, he chuckled to see the face of the Al Fath chained black sling bag and sky blue mini fan.

"Remain resistant!" he told Al Fath to shut up.

"Why deck?" Fara did not answer, preferring instead to reach into the bag that hangs around Al Fath's neck and look for his cellphone.

"Hold it!" he aimed the camera lens at Al Fath.

"Say's cisss!" said it.

Snap!

"Dad!" tegur Al Fath took down Fara's bag and his wife's mini fan.

"Gtip!" Marcel and Kintan had turned their faces in other directions so as not to laugh.

"Good! It wants Fara to be wallpaper hape!" he chuckles.

"Remove the deck, is there anything else that's more normal?" ask Al Fath.

"Normal touts, cool ones are all so much-saking all so cool that it's too ordinary! I want something different! Rarely does this brother, tomorrow-tomorrow Fara asked brother cosplay sailormoon," he replied so enthusiastically. What's?! Gilak only cosplay sailormoon, a burly body plus sangar like this is called sailormoon, which there is popeye the sailor.

"Don't start freaking out on you, deck."

"Mrs Faranisa Danita" call the sisters.

"Ah, yes!"

"You just wait here!" pinta Al Fath stands with Fara inside.

"May weigh first ma'am his weight," the nurse asked. Fara glanced at Al Fath's lyrics, talking about weight as to why she felt more and more like an elephant.

Fara removed the flatshoes from the legs and climbed up the scales, Fara was quite surprised by her significant weight gain.

"Huh?!! Sus, this is a scale not broken, right? The difference period from last month to 3 kilos anyway?! I am that heavy, right?! My feeling of eating is not much, my sin is also rich not as much as before!" his sewot, Al Fath folded his lips acknowledging the honesty of the scales.

"The feeling of you deck, the person who saw you snacking until you were alone," muttered Al Fath so quietly as if sneering at Fara.

The nurse smelled, "this scale is not broken ma'am, it's still new."

"Dek, say alhamdulillah. That's a good sign that you're healthy" instead of agreeing he glared at Al Fath.

"Healthy or fat ?!" he hit Al Fath's arm. Why is this problem so easy in the eyes of men.

"Do not worry about the deck, only 3 kilos not yet up to 15 kilos" he replied. Fara fizzed down from the scales on purpose he stepped on the foot of Al Fath, of course not so noticeable because the delta shoes worn will protect the user. The doctor who heard the commotion commented, "it's still natural ma'am, nothing. If the mother's weight increases, it means that the intake of nutrients for the fetus is also fulfilled," replied the doctor.

"May lay mother," asked a kindly female doctor.

"Well, check the husband this time?!" base base.

"Yes, it just so happens that we haven't gone to work yet."

Fara lay on the patient's bed, pulled a striped blanket by a nurse to cover Fara's lower body. The doctor pulled Fara's navy green dress to reveal her already bloated stomach, and the navel was pushed to shorten the distance of her navel hole. Sometimes Fara also felt began to tight because the size of her enlarged fetus pressed against the ribs.

"22 weeks ma'am, hmm-we see how big I am?" the doctor muttered with a smile.

"Whoa! I weigh 457 grams dad, mom. Pretty big yes even though the normal size of 453 grams.if equated to about the size of a papaya fruit, nih---- his face is already tired..." the doctor directs the arrow cursor on the screen and the tool on each part of the baby's organs. Al Fath is clearly so solemn to hear the explanation and occasionally smiling to see the fruit of his love.

"It's funny me, father-mother! These are his eyebrows, eyelids, his idle is sharp, yes...who is it rich?! These little lips-owhhhhhe again clucked! A rare moment," Fara chuckled at him.

"Is this a man or a woman?" ask Al Fath.

"Well shall we see?!" the doctor shifted his tools.

"Ha-ha, congratulations dad!! I'm your little whiz!" said doctor.

"Bang chuck!" mumbled Fara looked up at Al Fath.

"Yes deck, champ brother!"

"Cattern Fara, bang! Brother print it!" without realizing it he was so excited to see the results of his efforts.

"The amniotic fluid is safe, the heart rate is okay! Enough weight, his position is also still a lot of possibilities to spin."

"What are the complaints until this age?" ask the doctor to end his ultrasound session and photograph the moments of the fetus.

Fara shook her head, "just started to tight, often sore waist."

"Normal bun, maintained posture with the correct position yes when sitting or standing. If you need to sit can wear back pads, wear comfortable but strong footwear." Fara nodded.

Wadanyon's wife collects membership cash from the treasurer.

"2 million in total." Certainly not a large number for the people of one village.

"Look at this, let it all be cooked here and made lunch even a little but everything can feel?!"

"Mom, I can!" answer wadanyon's wife.

"It's arranged ma'am, if later the money is less able to tell me," said Fara.

"Ready ma'am, then I beg your permission to resign."

"Please,"

Fara took her arisan money the other day which was still intact from the wallet.

"Cintan!" call him.

"Who is ma'am?!"

"So Yosef got a message for me?" ask Fara.

"Oh yes there is ma'am, the number of school children there are about 200 children. With different age levels," explained Kintan read the report that Yosef gave.

"okay! This afternoon accompany me to the city center for a moment" Pinta Fara.

"Ready ma'am!"

"Please ask, where are we going ma'am?" asked Marcel, he asked Fara to drive him to the city center.

"City center om, Fara's gonna buy something."

Not wanting to ask again and interfere in the affairs of his superiors Marcel immediately started the car engine.