Equatorial Eagle Love Maneuver
CINTA~PART 21 MANEUVER

If there are mentally ill soldiers, then Sagar is the one. He was giggling without a sound alone at his desk while staring at the phone screen while others were busy working.

Not looking at a play boy magazine or comic comedy genre, let alone bald people in the sambelin, but read Zea's reply.

Zea, how are you?

Sagara sends Zea a message without naming her.

Elsewhere, Zea clucked when a message from an unreserved stranger returned to her cell phone without permission.

"This is who! I should have blocked some unknown numbers!" he grunted annoyed.

This who? Send Zea.

Earth, reply Sagara.

His face was immediately wry, still no doubt if Sagara's name was Teuku Bumi Sagara.

"Earth-earth. I'm Sky! Lo's satisfied!" the urge to throw the phone just like that, annoyed to feel if the sender is just a prankster, "definitely yes the edges of the brother ask for a pulse!" zea snort, stale excuse!

If I was the sky. Type Zea's fingers with lightning.

Jakun Saga went up and down with a laugh, "no. Said pinter!" cibir Saga, for then he typed the final sentence.

Thank goodness you're fine Ze, greetings to the family at home.

Greetings, Teuku Bumi Sagara.

Sagara deactivated the phone and put it in his pants pocket and continued the work that had been delayed earlier, if he continued to order with Zea, he was not sure the work would be finished quickly.

Zea gulped down a soft drink from the can she had taken earlier after throwing the phone into the bed, her eyes falling on the phone she just threw without any sin she made, then press the power sign short, a notification again embedded above with a digital clock printed on the screen with a photo of him.

Intrigued, Zea finally clicked on the message following the sender's photo and found a photo of the field dadha in a striped uniform with the badge of the aviator.

"Eh wait a minute. Who is this?" his murmuring with eyebrows pinched.

"Teuku Bumi.." - Ejanya.

"**Bang Saga!!" he almost choked on the soft drink he was drinking.

*bang*?

Bang Saga's?

*What's up*?

"Aaaa, keburu is not active!" Zea is now upset himself, he even kicked the foot of his own bed so dohutuki kebo dohan himself.

"Bang Saga call me!" his anxiety exclaimed stifled, his teeth even biting his lower lip, but a moment later his face turned into shock, "astaga! I told you, I'm sales-cavings again!" he bit his fingernails, "my nyesel deh nyeseelll ouch!"

"I have to samperin bang Saga, have to apologize!" quick nod.

Be now he settles down to escape the house without the knowledge of mama Rieke let alone Bripka Maysa. He thought, it was still daytime, it was okay, after all, there were still many people who wandered outside, even if there were people who had evil intentions Zea could still scream for help.

He only intends to go out for a while to meet Sagara at the military headquarters where Sagara is located. It is not difficult for Zea to run away from home, he is an expert in terms of escape especially because it is as important as Sagara, will be very sorry if he did not meet today as well.

Zea is ready with her little sling bag, the girl only wears long jeans and t-shirts, she had thought of wearing a party dress so plenary fitting meet Saga, before, but considering his ninja path to meet Saga is *mlayu saka omah*, then this outfit is suitable for him.

Zea walked casually not showing suspicious activity in front of Mama Rieke and other house people, "fire home at what time, mi? The time to go malem!" the stale base.

"The situation is still gini, the work has not been done, it's stacked. Papi must be overtime." answered Mama Rieke forced to arisan from home through a zoom meeting, a minimum of he did activities outside the house like people hit by a deadly and contagious virus, reduce mobility to reduce the risk of crime for his family, although not a few also they flood the support of one country.

"Oh," Zea picked up a glass in the kitchen, then poured cold water into it and sipped it as she marathoned for a bit more.

In just a short time, Zea had managed to be on top of a high fence wall. Still like yesterday, he was so easy to get down from there, even though his knees had smelled the paved streets.

"Yes!" Zea cried, he ran as fast as he could to get away from the house immediately.

"Zea took a minute, mih" kekehnya stopped public transportation to the military base.

Zea handed over some money to the public transport kernet and received a scraped change, a few faces of her kernet mamang who pulled all day from morning to afternoon and then pocketed it in her pants pocket.

Seeing the soldier in a striped uniform complete with weapons, he was undaunted let alone to pee in his pants.

"Sore om, want to meet the letda Teuku Bumi Sagara.." he said rich asked to meet with the odading coach.

The two soldiers looked enthusiastically, "whose grandfather? Any promises yet?"

"I-i-"

Zea turned the eyeballs in confusion, what should she call herself? Girlfriend, sister, prospective boyfriend, dark lover, cym-ceman, sodara, or just..fans?!

"I am the sister of letda Sagara from the XX squadron aviator unit, ", said Zea, it seems that one world needs to applaud the lively for Zea because he managed to recite the name Sagara set with units and squads where Saga took shelter.

Not to forget Zea handed over her identity card to the porch guards who were picketing, there was no gelagat or suspicious items they let Zea in, despite holding her identity card. Another person called Sagara, who was done with the job.

Zea was still a foot barge sitting in the front post befriending the chatter of the soldiers and the atmosphere of the base, Zea refused to look for Saga himself on the grounds of not knowing mes Saga and Saga did not raise his call. Though he is only lazy if he gets through the Ankara block of houses.

Steady step someone who no longer wears delta shoes approached Zea, his eyebrows are quite frowning to see the big legs in a sandal flops home that seem cheap and populist.

Zea looked up and widened her smile when the face after ablution and performing the prayer was staring at him in a field shirt wrapped in his arms.

"Sales of tomb cavalry?" sagara asked Zea to make her laugh.

Zea nodded, "right sir." Sagara chuckled shaking his head, "but unfortunately brother still wants to live."

"Wild can bales love Zea?" shoot Zea standing closer and closer to the distance of the two. Saga laughed again.

"The brother's number wasn't active" he said.

"Yes. Brother, let's focus." replied Saga.

"Now it's free dong, it's finished right office hours? Would you like dong if Zea took the road?" his eyebrows go up and down. Saga stared at the two porch guards who occasionally paid attention to the two.

"Follow brother.." take her out of her pocket and take Zea gently.

"Asikkkk!" his reply made Saga again throw his laugh, "asik. If you take you to hell is still cool?" ask Sagara.

Zea nodded, "same as brother. Zea was cool, "the micin slave replied.

"Naudzubillah. Don't come!" said Saga.

"Go get the bike for a minute, you wait here." The saga brought Zea to shade under the shade of an umbrella kiara tree that grew to shade the edge of this military base road, so cold that the wind brought with it a feeling of happiness.

"But you're back, aren't you?" zea asked Saga, "yes."

"OK," Zea nodded like a doll.

The girl stared joyfully, what dream she had last night could be the durian musang king kebon. He leaned his body against the trunk of the big tree, ahhhh! Let him lean on the tree for now but tomorrow he will lean his life on Saga, aseeekkk!

Between his wide happy smile, suddenly his shoulder was like it was being dropped by something from above and it was quite wet felt.

Zea looked at his shoulder and waved his shirt, "what the hell is this?"

His eyes widened, "an jirrrrrr! Woyyy bird saravvv! Anjrit lo bokerrr in me!" his curse was instantly wrathful, the suddenly pitch-black world filled with thunderous thunder rumbles.

"Si alan! My face looks like we seeee!" Zea even took off the shoes she was wearing and threw them up with her furious reflexes, plukk! The rustling leaves were thrown off by the shoes, the little bird that abis bok3r snapped in shock and left freely.

"Well, snag!"

"Aarrghhhh! That's so much Iueee!"

"Huwaakkk, this is how it is!" yells whining.

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