Equatorial Eagle Love Maneuver
CINTA~PART MANEUVER 2

Portraits of Sagara from time to time are always beautifully framed in portraits that Fara displays at home.

"Abang Saga, cool! How many fighter planes?" his eyes monitored the son from a distance, of course with pride.

Behind the dress of his greatness there is the soul of a father of two sons who glanced strangely at his wife.

"What do you ask?" Al Fath unbuttoned them one by one, he had just finished performing the national independence ceremony in the eastern central regiment. While Fara immediately turned on the television to watch the son's dashing action, she did not want to miss a second where Saga said her words at a height of several thousand feet even if only a few seconds.

A burning longing makes my mother crazy! It turns out this is what it feels like to be Umi Salwa first when left by his sons on duty, more sick than left by a lover.

"You buy! Let's go to the market without jam use soan," he replied ngasal.

Kintan folded his lips, he was no longer strange with the absurd chatter of his superior.

Fara's hand picked up her phone to contact Sagara in the capital, "it's fair bang! We rich are banished gini! Deck Ra the same God in the capital, Eyi the same Ray in the capital too, now our son is also following along!" his tirade clucked at his cell phone squeaking, our cell phone end! Saga didn't pick up her mother's call. Yes, obviously, wong he is driving a plane where you can bring a gadget.

"Rick, is Kalingga not home yet?" tanya Fath asks her second son Teuku Kalingga Ishwar.

"Ready, not yet! Do I need to call Sertu Irawan?" ask Frederick from the front porch.

"That's it, let it be." ring Al Fath.

"Most Lingga again take care of the race at his school, bang. Let's just say, he's a ketos!" Fara went into the room to change her clothes.

"Will you make coffee now?" yelled Fara kaya mon yet in the forest.

"May," he answered looking for a seat next to Frederick.

"You, if you're going first to the battalion field, Rick first. Let me and my mom catch up." Said Al Fath, kepingin ngaso first before continuing the event at the battalion.

"Abang! Brother of yesteryear! Tired! Cle's not a soldier!" clemira yelled at the melt of sweat like a bath. While the headquarters regiment residents were running several races in the main square, the young officer was taking care of these two absurd girls in puslatpur.

Another thing with Clemira who has been chattering, her breath has been saturday-weeks waiting to be smitten just call an ambulance carrying a coffin, Zea was more excited, even more excited, do not know the soul of his high nationalism or indeed this girl is half-sane, "bull branch! Take the law!" he ran small and slow so he could see the handsome Sagara, he even ran around when the position of Saga behind him, did not want to miss a second to look at Saga so that his handsome face did not mubadzir taken.

Clemira is bored.

Grep's!

He pulled back Zea's shirt, "peak hunt! Don't woo his brother Cle?! She's immune to the rich envelope model chick lo! Yes thin, yes the sticky paste again," Clemira pulled Zea.

"Cle argghhh! Diem, don't miss! I am willing to be punished for a long time, so I can see your brother lo. That's it! Got a handsome brother not saying anything!" his his hiss while running around the field, side by side with Clemira.

"Cle said it was the same, if Cle had a cousin brother handsome soldiers, but lo'nya do not believe, he said the musik believe the same Cle!" grunts Clemira. Not at home not here, the innards are punished continuously! Is his face the face of a sinner?! Clemira.

The two girls were already drenched in sweat, then Clemira and Zea were sitting on the iron bench of the airy outskirts.

Saga gave two bottles of cold mineral water, making Clemira stare fiercely, "ordinary white water, no cold what?!" sungutnya, even though Zea had gulped it up to half empty without ba bi bu, "why not ask sirop copandannya all Cle?"

"You know how, I want an akmil list! Yuk Cle list!" ocehniah. Clemira pushed Zea's head while spouting out her laugh, "lo sick?! Oh wow! Soldiers make leather items, would you like your skin to burn rich with doom?!" fierce Clemira.

"Lo who is sick, where there is rich skin to be doomed, well that aunt Eyi can like the same om Rayyan, if the army is ugly all means you will not be created cystah! Is this a handsome brother?! Not a firebomb but exotic!" Zea extended her white smooth arm forward.

The two girls instead argued about the skin of the soldiers directly in front of the soldiers lightly without any burden, or were afraid they were pointing their weapons at the heads of the two, either, saga's subordinates had laughed restrained when Saga silent rich statue of pancoran. Rather than gibahin in the back, better gibahin in front of the person directly, right?! Let there be no vile slander.

Saga advanced and then pulled the heads of the two girls in front of him which was quite noisy, "go home! Noisy, dizzy brother horrified!"

"What aren't our anterine intentions?" asked Zea smiling knot.

"I'm busy. There's a show, go home! Never again rich like this, this time brother tolerance, if tomorrow-tomorrow brother will give you directly to the commander!"

"Why go home?! Go home to mess brother can you?!"

"Ga!" call someone to follow.

"And, sorry.I'm late. There's a little problem,"

"Fuck papa!" he chuckled at the sight of these two girls, "whose daughter is Major Rayyan?"

Clemira pointed to herself, "me sir. Uh om,"

He chuckled, "greet Lieutenant Colonel Rayyan, from major Anka."

Clemira nodded, "this?!" point it at Zea. He frowned familiarly, "feelings ever met?"

Zea just turned her face away trying to hide her entire face.

"This is the youngest daughter of Mr. Rewarang---" Zea smothered Clemira's mouth.

"I'm just a regular kid om, nobody to know, maybe my face is the market. The mayang shawl's ice salesman's son," he admitted to lying. Clemira stared in disbelief as Zea likened her minister father to an iceman, "your horse" he murmured.

"It's Cle's saying bang" he pulled Zea from there to go home. Zea glanced at the Ankara captain with a nervous face and then looked at Sagara with a smile as Saga looked at Zea's pretty face.

Zea followed the steps of his big house like a palace with a shabby and lazy face, the bag he was carrying had been thrown just like that on the sofa.

He always hid the identity of the father from friends or surroundings, according to Zea so the minister's son sometimes makes uncomfortable, people are not sincere with him, he said, even for some people with less morals, often use Zea for personal political and business interests.

"Ze, are you home, son?!" yell mama Rieke.

"The guy's still outside! This is what khodamnya came home!" zea replied from upstairs, Mama Rieke laughed, "like ngaco ah! Eat first! Your stomach acid will rise again,"

"Mama Tumben has come home? Kirain is still photos while haha-hihi with other ministers or the first lady?"

"Oh yeah, you're a long time ago. Where the hell was it?!"

Zea had already changed her clothes and got off, "liatin handsome guy!" he sat in the living room and turned on the television, "why?"

"Papa directly to the office, he said the ministry did not race or what ya forget,"

Zea nodded in agreement to take the balado ciki jar, "Ze, sayangggg." call her softly.

"Yes ma?"

Pluck!

Mama Rieke just dropped the bag onto the lap of her youngest daughter, "the bag you taro! Or did mom throw it away?!" his bully growled at the princess, Zea laughed at him.

"Had habits ah! If naro also do not mess gini why the hell, how many times have you said if naro stuff tuh in place, mama does not like ah see mess!"

And yep! Exploded mama Rieke's nagging so long rich tapeworm, the youngest daughter was always provoking anger mother.

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