Equatorial Eagle Love Maneuver
CINTA~PART 26 MANEUVER

Fara was still tapping on his forehead, who knew his brain could melt through the ear hole if tapped like this.

Already step to the rush he paced back and forth in the middle room while thinking hard, as hard as a fossil stone, to be flipped through his brain still not to understand the words of the son.

"What do you mean chasing the girl version bang Saga, bang?! My brother is rich his father! Rarely joking, the innate serious." he said asking Al Fath who sat down while gripping coffee, uniform stripes are still safe even though the weight of this one pangdam rose lately.

Netra Al Fath tired of following the movement of the wife, more tiring than love the enemy, "chasing a girl? Muttering?" al Fath is just as crazy. Fara was silent for a moment and saw the gecko again courting above the ceiling of the house, "his wealth. Brother's son has never been hit by the Rayyan playboy virus, has been taught too, betrothed but still firm stance, like father like son gituh! Never tuh, Fara clay or known as his girlfriend or prospective ghost.." admit Fara without filter.

"Or don't-don't recognize to Fara it's heavy costing huh?" the real question is the answer.

Al Fath just shook his head not caring so much, "Saga is still young. That age is still thinking of a career in unity, the future path is still long," replied Al Fath kalem, kalem-kalo koku kok ya make the soul of mothers who want to be arrogant because their children do screams nyinyir!

"But Saga is normal, rich Fara.There must be a sense of attraction to girls. Lagian bang Saga tuh, if you say iron rich brother, just ugly is the nature of brother!" oceh Fara, Kalingga who scoops the rice until it coughed even though not as wordy came out of his mouth. Her mother is indeed a champion stand up comedy class snapper as well as the only woman who dared to challenge death by rebuking the eyes of the military unity garuda.

While others worship the praise of Al Fath, then Fara will scapegoat her husband in the room if there is the nature of her son who does not match her expectations, she said, although outside it is certain she is the chairman of her husband's fanbase. One of the characteristics of women who make Al Fath geleng-gelengneng head not dizzy, scratchless skin and incandescent nape not sore.

Al Fath breathed heavily, not strange with his wife's babble. Patience, patience is wide, as wide as the ocean.

"An enemy of a sister?" tanya Kalingga finally opened his voice while carrying his rice plate and moved the place to eat so it was beside the father.

"Ngga knows. Chasing your brother's version is chasing the enemy, chasing after ******, chasing criminals, pickpockets, robbing.." Fara said quickly.

"Saga again kasmaran, deck. If only chasing the enemy or copet he will not be possible until asking do'a blessing from his mother, his paradise..." Al Fath sipped his coffee again, fellow flat man he understood very well what became the mindset of his son, like father like son, right?!

"Huh? Seriously?!" Fara recalled every word her son said earlier, hurriedly picking up a cell phone and contacting Eyi as well as Zahra.

"Which son he is, where he lives! What rich, beautiful?! Pinter?!" his chatter again passed leaving Kalingga with Al Fath who was inexhaustible with the attitude of the most beautiful woman in their small family, "not understanding the same umi, can't be rich with an old marriage." Kalingga almost spouted his laughter, he also grinned at the murky face of his ashes called the marriage of aging.

"Sorry bi." Tukas Kalingga hastily.

"But it's the turn of the brother to chase the girl, possessively half dead," continued Kalingga again devoured his rice.

Al Fath just smiled thinly and ruffled the hair of his son who began to grow up, "you just went to school. There are plans later if college majors what?" ask Al Fath.

Kalingga nodded, "economy."

Al Fath raised his eyebrows next door, his two sons were indeed different passions, he already knew that, "still steadfast in the economy?"

Kalingga nodded again, Fara too often told the story of his father to Lingga, the ideals of the deceased to seep into the brain of the second son.

"Trading minister?" al Fath asked, Kalingga nodded back for the next time with a smile, "cool, bi?"

Now the nodding virus is contagious to Al Fath, "cool if your faith is strong. It's not easy to be up there, to be trustworthy, to be elbowed, to bribe each other. But whatever it is abi support, follow your heart..." his reply moved to leave the seat that began to be sunken because it was occupied for too long although it soon returned to its original form to join listening to the chatter of the three mothers who had been excited gosipin Saga via telephone, in that room over there.

Zea and Desta X's son arrived in the country of the commonwealth a little late, many of them already have the face of a matted pillow like kale change, kale change, but when their eyes are presented with a view of the city that has 4 seasons, the originally sleepy eyes are now open as wide as moringa leaves.

"Wahhhh! Three lion sistahhh!" the cry of the children, they scramble to run towards the chair that directly facing outwards where it presents the night view of this city.

Like a child, the children climbed onto the bench while berWOW ria rich village people lure the gaze of people around.

"No! There's tuh!" point Iyang towards one corner of the city while attaching the eel and tip of his nose to the airport glass until it makes pug, auto oil nempel-nempel make cleaning service there penggak nyambit pengambit tuh boy.

"What's there?" ask Clemira defiantly.

"There's my mother's house there, my mother! This is your missing daughter!" his screams are embarrassing. They laughed including Zea, "where ahh?! That one, that one has the gedenya item pager?! That's the city's public cemetery, peak!" tymphal Zea.

Back at the airport became boisterous because of the arrival of the children of Desta X, the country queen Elizabeth felt in the presence of a mob of paddy ducks.

There is no time to relax now, they are so diligent in training because they really want to bring satisfactory results.

Dance studios are provided by the organizers for them to practice, participants who come are not playing games, from developed and developing countries that are quite influenced by the dance field.

"Yuhuuu! Mister--introduction dong! I'm Iyang!" the gleaming guy waved his hand at some of the residents there.

Zea pushed Iyang's head while they were on their way to the dance studio, "don't worry! A real girl on diem, keep quite!" Zea made a gesture of locking Iyang's mouth.

Zea and friends schedule is divided into several sessions and this afternoon before their lunch to part of the exercise, it turns out other participants have done the same before them.

Zea's steps restrained the steps of a teenager with the face of other Asian Caucasians, whether ginseng country or eastern sun country whose eyes are clearly narrowed like drug sellers in the market gembrong.

His posture was quite high but his face clearly smiled as if sneering at the Desta X squad.

"She is the leader?!" he laughed grinningly looking at Zea while looking at his comrades.

Zea stared cynically not to be outdone, do not challenge their tall posture and the country famous for its dance pop will be able to shrink the guts of Desta X.

"Lo sell I buy, sist!" zea's reply went past them into the studio.

"Huu! I'm doing a new nyaho lo! You know santet huh?! Voodoo-wild..mmpphh!" Clemira smothering the mouth of Iyang so julid, "already just aja ah! No need to be baled down, we're bales with performance!"

"Nyebelin.." hissing Iyang was led in with the others while waiting for Biyang and the guidance teacher.

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