Equatorial Eagle Love Maneuver
CINTA~PART 22 MANEUVER

Zea was still staring up at me with flashes of anger. His vengeance will carry him to death. For a lifetime he will remember always, if his first path with Sagara must be colored by acts of humiliation from birds, and maybe this goes into the list of worst experiences in his life.

If only he was holding a wooden saw, maybe he had brushed away the trees that became the nest of birds perched here.

Obviously, the bird left with a cheerful and humming chirp after relief removing a vacuum in the stomach even though Zea was frustrated because now he was covered in bird droppings on his shoulders, where his shoes again perched pretty on the third branch of the lowest branch there, obviously it was high enough for a Zea Arumi.

"Yeah!" his screams were furious, already like crazy, he was looking for things he could use to take his shoes up there, but did not even find, "lo ya alas. This Abis I swear, my ideals of being a bird hunter especially elo!" his tirade alone only befriended a tree that maybe deep down his heart was already blown away by this girl's behavior.

"Where is the story, I want an apple even in the bokerin! What the hell isn't I?! What's to look for?!"

He did not cry, nor whine, all Zea did was look carefully at the structure of the log that he was ready to climb, was he able to climb and not make his skin hurt? While continuing to grumble to curse the bird with his oath of absorption similar to his mother Malin Kundang.

"Ah, alan!" grunts again when he painstakingly climbed the rough trunk of the tree, "this is me when in the womb mamih sign a deal for life like this yes, the same owner of life?" his mercy again - forgiveness bemoan his bad luck lately.

Sagara drove his motorcycle nicknamed saturn mx to the place where he left Zea.

But from a distance Saga frowned did not see the figure of Zea there, where? He stopped the motorcycle right there.

"Ze.."

"Dona.."

"Dragon!" call Zea from above. Sagara looked up at the direction of the voice.

"Astagfirullah, Zea?"

Saga was quite surprised, just left to take the bike but Zea was already on the tree. What if he stayed a day? Maybe this girl has climbed a sutet tower.

"What are you doing there? Downhill!" just this time he saw a girl all-tarzan, Zea. He must say whether the girl who has managed to climb the wall of the headquarters, the umbrella kiara tree that is not as high as the eiffel tower but high enough for the size of a sweet girl like Zea.

"Zea took the shoes that stuck, bang." The girl began to be confused to find a foothold down.

"Down, ouch!" decak Sagara's.

"Beforehand..tadi Zea ride how is bang? Now Zea doesn't know how to get down!" the answer.

"Geez!"

Saga finally stood right under the tree, "your feet come down there first, you'll catch them..."

"Seriously?" ask Zea from up there, "Zea heavy bang!"

"Over weight you will not be as heavy as your brother's mission burden" he replied. That's right, then he considers what Sagara's clay muscles? A tumor?! The warts?!

"okay." Zea sighed and started following Sagara's interruptions, actually embarrassed too anyway, can go up but forgot how to go down.but shame mah let later! The important thing is that he does not become a bestie'an with my aunt.

The white feet of Zea next door wearing shoes and barefooted side stepped on a strong branch while both hands held tight on the upper branch. Little by little Zea came down to the branches for her to stand up.

"Jump!" pinta Saga's. Of course, Zea happily jumped, already her skills jumping up and down high places like this. Before that, he climbed the fence and jumped from a height, where a handsome boy was caught too!

"Abang ready to tackle me!" he exclaimed cheerfully.

"The fortune of the son of Soleh is like this!" ocehniah. Instead of fear he was even excited, apparently there was a silver lining as well as his shoes stuck.

Zea leapt from her place towards Saga who turned her back, making Saga have to hold her position firmly when Zea fell on her back with a position like a child lut ung which was again carried by her father.

"Please brother.." kekeh Zea slumped down from the back of Saga.

"Why are you riding, why are the shoes stuck on top?" Sagara twisted his body.

"So---"

Zea said Saga had cut off his words, "what's this smell?" ask Sagara.

"Ywahaakkk! Brother! Zea in ee'in bird!" pointing it towards the shoulder while aiming at the shoulder he did not like, as if in that way he could get rid of the bird droppings on his shoulders although impossible, before Zea revealed the hair she had tied before. How not the eyebrows of Saga now frowned staring in the direction where the sin is accidentally located.

Zea whines and cusses about the sinful bird.

Saga laughed crisply looking at him, "it's not worth it. New bird droppings, not yet another poop..."

Zea immediately bought with Sagara's ghost, "baruu! Just told you, this is shit, not fla vanilla sausage!"

"Dirty, stink!" sewotnya again keji'an.

"Dead to change his clothes, or want to take a shower?" ask Sagara kalem.

"Change, whose clothes?"

"His brother, if you don't mind. Relax, you don't have ringworm that can be snarled..."

Without a second thought, Zea nodded quickly, "may!"

For the first time, Zea rode on the bike in a piggy bank with Sagara, the older brother was jubilant. Can he say, there is wisdom behind the disaster? Thanks to the incident dibokerin bird he can actually be closer to Sagara. He knows where Sagara lives.

Zea swept a view of the entire inch of the blue mes room, the size is exactly small rent gang gangs, even when compared to the room in his house is clearly only one-3.

"This is really, mes this big army? Tiny very." Zea's bell, this is how if the princess fashion out, the soul of the powder is reluctant to understand.

Zea admitted, the little room was pretty neat. Maybe the soldiers are not all neat, but maybe they live disciplined and organized. Accustomed to living alone, Sagara can be classified into a collection of neat and clean humans.

Zea goes into a small bathroom, then opens the t shirt carefully afraid if the dirt hits the skin leaving the upper body only covered in small size, behaa, then he washed a little part of the dirt with water and soap belonging to Saga.

"Ze, shirt!" the girl turned towards the door, "okay bang. A minute!"

"Abang taro near the door, brother wait outside yeah," he said to Zea from the inside, "yes."

His hand opened the bathroom door handle, then stuck out by opening a little gap, then grabbed Saga's shirt, "emmhhh, scented bang Saga! If I wash it, I won't go back!" his murmur smelled and hugged Sagara's shirt.

The white t-shirt Sagara lent for Zea was indeed quite oversized in the body of the girl, obviously! Because of the difference in posture, the neck of the Saga shirt did not even have time to hide the heavenly rope on Zea's shoulders between the skin as white as Zea's milk.

"Abang, kegedean..." Zea tucked the end of the shirt into the waist of her pants.

Saga looked over from where he was standing near the door of the house, he was looking amusedly at it, "rather than using you earlier?"

"But it's comfortable! Zea likes it, let alone the smell of brother.." I'm just chuckling sweetly.

"Sukur if you like. Yuk!" Saga had already walked first towards his parked motorbike.

Zea followed, "where are we going?"

"There is a good petis maker here..like petis?" sagara asked, this time with Zea, "Zea likes pizza!" hatchlings.

"There is a menu of lemon iced tea drinks, there are cheese cassava as well..wouldn't you like it?" ask Sagara again offer.

"Zea likes the same chessecake red velvet, coffee latte too, there is no?" ask Zea.

Sagara chuckles in silence, being offered what-what-what-what-what-what.yes times in petis shop nanyainnya red velvet!

"Good." Declared.

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