A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
NORMAL LIFE

It turns out that panic does turn off the style, the proof is now Al Fath and Regan instead reflexively ran after the car that Fara was driving. Not only the two officers, but some of the soldiers who were there ran in pursuit to help stop the pace of tactical armored war vehicles.

"Mother!!! Get the brake pedal!" they shouted running, like yelling at a thief. Early in the morning the battalion was stirred by the behavior of kacroet (chaotic) mother danyon.

"Dad! Middle brake pedal!!!" al Fath shouted while running.

"Which one is it?! Ahhh bo do very much, the cave stepped all!" he muttered, the car drove quite fast because the road was getting down towards the dormitory of the soldiers, not to mention the weight of the car alone almost reached 8 tons and Renault diesel engine powered 220 horsepower makes it faster. Fara stomps from starting the pedal right, "eh!"

"That's Faranisaaa gas! Allahuak!" al Fath shouted to see the car was moving the engine. Regan flicked her steps, while bang Yo laughed instead. This kamvrett incident closed his duty in the east with joy.

So many levers and buttons here. Naturally, this is a vehicle for war, made by domestic companies equipped with VHF and HF communication tools, Intercom, GPS, Thermal Vision, etc, and the button of the mistral missile that if activated will fire the missile from the rear of the vehicle.

Fara then stepped on the middle pedal firmly while both hands held the steering wheel to stabilize the direction.

The car stopped instantly, making a jolt in it to the point that Fara just stumbled forward. With a body that has been shaking he stuck his legs so strong on the brake pedal, broken-fractured deh pedal! Stepped with sumo energy.

Al Fath tightened his running pace, so grateful the car had stopped a few meters before hitting the wall of the dormitory.

"Open door! Allahuuu!" al Fath from the side.

"Wait a minute, this is Fara!" he said slightly vibrating, he was looking for a button to open the car window.

"Pull the lever of his hand brake, that one!" show Al Fath.

"Fear of the car advancing again" whined Fara.

"Engga. Pull first!" Fara let go of one hand on the steering wheel of the car, and tried to pull the lever that Al Fath meant.

"Hard brother, this is hard!" he almost cried.

"Pull the deck, strong one!" Al Fath put his hand in to open the car door, then he put half his body through Fara to pull the hand brake lever.

"You slide her down,"

"Would you like, later if it's off his feet, his car goes straight down, hit the wall?!" reply Fara kekeh.

"A little bit, directly stepbrother," Al Fath entered the driver's seat, shifting Fara's body little by little even though there were only a few seats, but there were only a few seats, his legs were flicked beside Fara's feet which also shifted slowly.

"Depart, brother already the brake inject," pinta Al Fath, having a magic wife like Fara, can not be left alone near dangerous goods.

After Al Fath mastered the brake pedal completely, Fara assisted Al Fath began to switch the sitting position to the side of the driver's seat.

"You are, deck! Cannot be left alone. Don't worry if you stay in a nuclear bomb warehouse, you blow up one country!" Al Fath began to take control of the car, a car that is able to maneuver well in steep terrain, a slope angle of 60 degrees and muddy roads as the name suggests Komodo dragons.

Instead of feeling guilty, Fara even grinned to realize his wayward actions. "Again running?" she laughed more and more, and she laughed at her husband for his actions. So this cool handsome guy must exercise until sweating early in the morning because of him.

The car had returned to its original place, so Joseph laughed unceasingly, "the address of the Lord! Can't speak to me, laugh to the point of peeing on my pants!"

"You're fighting a battalion of Ra!" Regan is still sitting and finishing her tiredness chasing Fara.

"In the morning you told the soldiers to run. Unmitigated, even with the battalion commander you told him to run!" kekeh Regan's.

"Let's healthy om! Let her stomach be sixpeck!" answer's relaxed.

Al Fath shook his head inexhaustibly with his wife's behavior, tomorrow-Tomorrow Fara must he chain in the room so as not to act anymore.

Fara and Al Fath release the return of the San dha team. Their service is over here.

"Well, I hope to see you again!" Gentra and Dilar the poison duo are so fond of Fara who is not reluctant to be familiar with both, they already have an older sister who is one frequency when with Fara, Fara, they are older than Fara.

"Greetings to Fani, Kirani to Zidan, om Re!"

"Yes. I'll tell you what your behavior is that often makes the head shake with your friend!" kekeh Regan's.

"Well, will Ms Fani want to come here dong?!" balas Fara's.

"Be careful on the road, greetings to all in the capital!" al Fath.

Farewell is like a habit that repeats itself every time for them.

"Hopefully succeed here,"

Their figure was lost along with the vehicle carrying the officers.

Life returned to normal after that, with Fara becoming more and more confined to her wiggle room.

Nyut---!

He grimaces and upholds his sitting attitude sometimes he can stand during the collection due to the active movement of the fetus, if so he can only rub the shape of the stomach that becomes like a swaying jelly.

"It's the 6th month, ma'am?" ask one of Danki's wives as they walk together out of the group room.

"26 weeks to be exact" replied Fara.

"Well, that's active again" another wife sambar.

"Alhamdulillah," replied Fara grimacing grimacingly holding back the urge to go to the bathroom.

"Please ma'am, the match schedule will be held to welcome the dirgahayu I paste now ya ma'am?!"

It was not Fara who nodded in agreement, but Kintan and the wife of the wadanyon. Tau will Fara's fatigue now, they know the position not all decisions must always be directly from Fara's mouth.

"Mom, for battalion business don't worry, there's a we--"

"Thank you, yes ma'am. Lately it has not been good diem, brother also has told not to be too busy!"

"We understand ma'am, the good mother just think about the condition and preparation of labor," replied the wife of wadanyon and group secretary.

Fara and Kintan walked in different directions, saying goodbye to the wife of the other soldier.

"Ntan, please call the regimental mother. It seems that from now on I can't go to the district for training first. Take maternity leave," Pinta Fara.

"Ready ma'am, regiment mother would understand too. Mother Danion could help replace it with other skills training. After all the young men there are already proficient in operating windows," Fara nodded. Yup! After the program Fara planned, they immediately moved to provide training to develop the district.

Al Fath was seen following Fara who was going home, it turns out that the clock came almost simultaneously with the completion of the gathering of soldier wives.

Fara exhaled for a moment, walking a little far away made her legs ache and her breathing faltered.

"Doctors stop using pregnant milk, including something cold, fatty. The boy in the dalem is already big deck, must be maintained his weight." The sound broke the inhaled breath.

"Ntan, you can go home. Let me from here with my mother" al-Fath said.

"Ready man!"

"Please leave, mom, ndan?!" Fara and Al Fath nodded.

"Yes, Fara knows!" resounding.

"Body you're rich with yam balls," kekehnya, Fara's eyes glint at Al Fath and hit him tight on the back.

"This is also because of whoaaa!!!!" the upset.

"I'm afraid I'm going to miss universe!" his screams.

"Ngga need to be miss universe, so a mother of the children brother, ngamar yu dek! Afternoon is delicious for same rooming of miss universe candidates!" her lips winked flirtatiously.

"Oh amit-amit!! This is Fara's husband, isn't it?!" the blow was even firmer.

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"Disease?!" fara's brows furrowed as she saw the name on her phone calling.

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