A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
BEING AN ADULT WOMAN

Disbursement of waves between the sparkle of sea water illuminated like a diamond. Screaming of beach sand falling from the white feet that te lanj4nk, lately Fara always asked to come here to calm the mind and heart, preparing to face the big things that will happen soon. Changing the status of Fara who was a mother-to-be became a mother.

The sea breeze this morning was quite tight carrying with it the strands of hair and dress worn this one, making the shape of his stomach more visible, so big and-already down, so much, fara's chest is not too crowded but the size of her B_H increases.

Today he is accompanied only by Marcel and Kintan, his loyal aides who have no intention of having an escort.

"Please interrupt ma'am, please" Marcel opened his voice.

"Ck-summed not too formal if only in front of me om," said Fara, repeatedly he had to reprimand the aide if he did not like formal chat, making the interaction so stiff.

"Ready ma'am, the commander advised not to stay too long outside the battalion. He also has a message today to go home a little late, because there is a working visit with other danyon," said Marcel conveyed Al Fath's message.

Fara just heard it with a cry, "Ntan, I want young coconuts!" said it. Kintan smiled nosily looking at the face of Marcel who was not loved by the boss. He knows Fara doesn't like to be set up like that.

"Ready mom! Just sec,"

"Om, just calm down. Rich doesn't know me. Sorry my husband is too overprotective to make you dizzy," said Fara on the aide's shoulder. Precisely because Marcel knew how Fara was, he always reminded the commander's message, hello! Who doesn't remember if the commander's wife is wayward, pranky, and naughty.

"Hehe, nothing ma'am. The commander is too affectionate with mother, I salute," he replied.

"The commander also said, he said next week Salwa's mother and her entourage came to the battalion" Marcel continued.

"Om Marcel was told to pick me up?" ask Fara.

"Yes mom, with Rick's bang."

"Oh, yes. Then we have to buy food stocks for next week om. Worrying I couldn't get out again after this," Fara frowned feeling a stomach that felt mules.

Figgling!! Fara didn't really heed that feeling. He has felt that way too often lately.

Kintan brought two coconuts that had been opened on it.

"Asikkkk!"

"Om, what rations of Fara semalem's loot?" asking Marcel, Kintan and Marcel laughed, remembering the incident last night.

The flashback

Fara came with Kintan and Marcel to the company headquarters, more precisely the ration warehouse.

"Mom's night, what's the matter with you getting here?!" ask a soldier on picket duty.

"You want to!"

But at the end he even plundered several boxes of rations from there on the grounds that the expiry period will soon run out, clearly stated there the expire period is still very long. Not to mention his alibis who said he wanted to nyicip afraid it was too spicy for the size of the soldiers on the battlefield, it is not funny later make mencret time want to shoot the enemy. Kintan really could no longer hold back his laughter from exploding. There's-there's only his danyon wife.

Marcel took out a small stove and cooked a ration for the three, an emergency picnic in the style of Faranisa.

"Return from here to the city center first, make buying food stock the same stock of cleaning tools. Sultan of Aceh same sultan Thamrin want to come" said Fara.

"Ready ma'am,"

"Ntan please take that one!" pinta Fara in one of the shopping centers. Among the crowds of the city he was drenched in sweat. One of the chairs near the store he chose to sit on.

"Mother why?" marcel asked, realizing that his boss was not okay.

"Oh, how come I have a stomachache? What because of the ration of semalem yes, not sincere what is it?!" the accusation. Marcel chuckled, "can't be mom."

"Ssshhh--ask Kintan cepetan dong om, why my stomach is rich in pinched gini huh?!" ringice.

Sometimes the pain was gone but soon re-emerged, making Fara decide to go back to the car and stay in the car while waiting for Kintan to finish shopping.

"Om, Anter Fara to the car first. Wanted to collapse!" the door, the flow of sweat can not be dammed anymore to withstand the pain felt.

"Ready ma'am!" Marcel drove his boss back to the parking lot.

"Nltan! Hurry up, mom seems to be sick!" pinta Marcel panicked on the phone.

"Oh yeah bang, but can you help me bring mom's groceries, bang? Is that enough?!" Kintan immediately paid with the money that Fara had given him.

"Mom, I'm staying here for a while. To carry the groceries," Marcel's permission, Fara nodded without answering, her mouth busy hissing.

Is it time? Is there still 10 days to give birth from HPL.

"Ouch! Very long, where the hell, on dating this time people!" only 5 minutes after Marcel left him.

The two aides hurriedly took big steps to catch up with Fara.

"Mother! Oh God!" kintan exclaimed, for the sake of seeing Fara who was pale and flooded with sweat.

"Ntan, please anter me to the doctor," said Fara a little difficulty withstanding the pain that whack in his lower abdomen.

"I call the commander, ma'am?" ask Marcel.

With Marcel's skill, he drove the car like a formula 1 racer, for the size of his dedicated aide is no doubt.

"I help mom," Kintan helps by getting Faranisa out of the car, apparently this woman has since been able to grimace with pain, with her hands clutching Kintan's frying arms.

"Ntan sorry yes, I vented my pain on your shirt. Later if it is torn, I ask brother change!" said Fara still had time to think about Kintan clothes.

"Neverything ma'am, don't think too much! Are you giving birth now?" tanya walked down the hospital corridor that looked crowded as usual.

"I don't know, but it seems like a yes-" replied Fara, feeling the various symptoms she feels at this time, according to the explanation of the obstetrician when she checked the contents a month ago.

Kintan and Marcel can see a different figure of Fara at this time. This boss is so calm, calm, and wise, unlike ordinary days that are always flat, spoiled, and excited. His true nature which turned out to be more mature came out at a serious moment like this moment and when he was held hostage Denawa first.

The actual close distance felt so far away for Fara, considering her legs were already sore, and shaking. Like this apparently struggle to be a mother, *Fara dear nyak same umi*.

Fara did not even hesitate to clutch Marcel's shoulder while closing her eyes as painful contractions came attacking like hundreds of piercing daggers and ripping right in her womb. Marcel gulped his salivation hard, while his net fell on the grip of Fara's hand that shook so strongly.

"Do you want me to carry mom?" his permission to Fara, could not bear to see his danyon mother suffer pain.

Fara shook her head, "do it, God willing I am still strong!"

A sigh of relief came out of Marcel's mouth when he saw the door of the obstetrician who used to go to Fara every month.

"Bu Fara," said the woman's doctor named Margareth, the doctor who handled Fara since she checked her womb for the first time.

"That feels?" she asked, Fara could only comment on a bitter smile.

"Let's check, if you see from the look of the mother now-I guess it has entered the opening," he guessed, he had a career as an obstetrician for 10 years in this hospital.

"You come or-" asked Dr. Margaret to Kintan, and the aide replied, "wait! I just waited outside the dock," not that he was afraid of blood or wounds, but it was heartless to see Fara in pain. Sooner or later, he will experience it.

"Dok, can I ask for Fara's status soon?"

"Can,"

"Let's go, come in!"

Fara was helped to get on the bed, "may I open her pants?" asked the doctor, Fara nodded she was resigned to the pain.

The doctor asked her to bend both knees, "mom, can you bend her knees?"

"Yes, like that! Nice one!"

"Take a deep breath, just relax. When my finger comes in, mom can just relax and take a deep breath" she asked.

Fara understood, and was just a nod that she gave.

His grip was firm on the dress he was wearing to withstand the attack of pain when the doctor inserted his finger wrapped in rubber gloves.

"It's good" he said.

"Already opening 4," a lump of red patches between the clear fluid becomes a marker that Fara has entered the phase of labor.

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