Equatorial Eagle Love Maneuver
CINTA~PART 30 MANEUVER

Immersed in a chaotic sense of fear, Zea could only follow the hijacker's wishes.

During the oxygen inhalation on earth, this is the first time he dealt with criminals moreover he walked at the muzzle of a gun on the head of a kind of death row inmate. There was no more appropriate word than fear, to describe his current mood.

Zea did not not not know if this condition resulted from the case that is now being handled by the papa, he said, Zea does not want to blame anyone here let alone his papa'nya who has really done his job well despite full of temptation.

"Zea," murmured Clemira.

Zea walked with her hands raised behind her head, she saw the fearful faces of her friends and other passengers, she could not be this weak even though her life was at the tip of the horn.

"Don't my students, please.." ma'am Fragrant reacted with another guidance counselor.

"SILENCE!"

"Nobody's allowed to issue an opinion here, because it's not an election!" the dialect is so regional language.

Zea watched her posture from top to bottom, no mask or mask covering her face, how brave!

"Hey miss!" call one of them from the direction of the cockpit, he walked in the style of sting, dreadlocks tied one top of a kind of beach boy, a shirt with mari juana logo haram leaves covered bulletproof vest, bulletproof vest, as they had already prepared for all this so thoroughly, would they prepare for the worst possible, shootout on board the plane? If yes....

Zea spread her gaze around, how were the fate of her friends, how was the fate of those who knew nothing? His eyes are a little teary.

Unknowingly, the pigtail pulled out the tape and asked Zea to extend both hands.

"Miss had hands to be tied so as not to be naughty." her force grabbed Zea's hand and forced the two free hands to unite in a duct tape.

"Miss pu hand is beautiful," he often said.

"Well, minister's son!" the other laughter pitched with a sneer, making Zea stare fiercely at them.

"Living is good for the state alone is still troublesome for small people!" hardik them, now the look of their faces changed as if they were expressing an outpouring of heart.

"Lo confide?"

Unexpectedly, instead of fearing or crying Zea even bravely said the wrong thing. The sneering face bolt turned serious and grew turbid like the brawny com water item and its many trash.

"Ze," said Maysa. But the girl stood firm among her fears.

"Gue is not mamah dedeh let alone a homepage pace book where people are frustrated to vent," Zea even more challenging. Zea has given all the strokes of her fate to the Almighty now, not that she is ready to die now...but he knew there was no way he would be shot dead now because they would definitely need Zea alive for barter.

Geplakkk!

"Let's!" scream them.

"It is true, O Allah..."

"Ze, diem!" this is even the rebuke Maysa three reprimanded Zea.

Nginggg----

Nyut-nyutt-nyuuttt's chat....

Zea now feels the pain of being hit with a gun.

"I must die here, today I have not rido.so I want to do hajj first, mengelaksanain fifth pillar of Islam as a Muslim. I also do not want to die standing rich gini because I do not feel anymore dzolimin orphans," said Zea.

"Hey, miss. Is there a 9? Miss got a mouth blown up like a firecracker? We do not hesitate to kill anyone who dares to speak like you," it seems that the ponytail of the late Mbah Surip is the chairman, because since then it is the dominant act on reports and orders here.

"Aamiin." replied Zea. Really this piracy drama is considered a joke by Zea, but the other passengers are already pale-faced until the spirits just follow leaving them like it.

Forced to stick to Zea's spicy mouth instead of being provoked by Zea's words, "miss pu mouth should be closed too so as not to speak lightly."

"Will not! Off! Don't hold on, your hands are many sins!" zea refused, but they held back and forced Zea to shut her mouth.

"Zee!"

"Don't hurt Zea!" Maysa wanted to help, but he was confronted by another hijacker, "you're silent!"

"Forward! Small is a bitch!" he said pushing and pressing Zea's back with the tip of the weapon, they put Zea far behind and asked the others to sit in their respective places without moving.

Zea glanced back at the glance where Maysa and Clemira were sitting still staring at her, Zea narrowed her eyes smiling behind the masking tape.

I'm all right....

Between the seats separated by the passageway, they split the personnel to watch over everything, like a ship's lighthouse on the shoreline their eyes glared sharply at each passenger, making the gripping aura even darker shrouded.

"Report status to ATC!" push it on the pilot's head.

"I.yeah.iya."

The man with the pilot title seemed like a dream last night bok3r could be this unlucky, his son up and down swallowed a saliva that was so heavy and dry in the esophagus when the long barrel gun was stuck behind the head.

"May day, Singaputih airline boeing 789 with flight number 1234 Singaputih-Batavia route has been hijacked at the coordinate point...."

The voice of the pilot echoed also in every corner of the plane, causing the passenger's frustrating resignation, even almost all passengers to tear in fear, their mouths were raging at the do'a, he said, expect their position to be high enough to reach the sky door.

The sirens sounded so loud, the airline said after hearing the status of the plane carrying 94 people with 6 crew members, plus the direction of the flight did not air according to the route, they seem to be circling near the middle waters.

The status of the aircraft was immediately reported to the authorities by the airline.

Cetrek!

The lights instantly lit up in the room of the house, the battalion commander came down still in his sleeping pajamas when he found a loud knock on the room door from his aide.

"News! Pangdam sent a message to face immediately, because there is a national emergency!"

"Yes. Wait, I have to change clothes first." said commander Surya.

Ankara, which had just been closed, had not been able to fall asleep completely, came out of the room, "what's wrong?" her question is still with the white T-shirt and knee-length pants.

"Ankara, follow papa to the office. There's a national emergency..."

Ankara nodded immediately rushing to pick up the jacket from his room as the father walked out of the house with one of the officers.

Ankara glanced at her mobile phone where room chat with Zea was still reluctant to be replied by the girl, "still on your plane Ze?" her question, a photo of the boarding pass held by Zea was sent at her request, so possessive Ankara to Zea who was still not who she was.

Ankara put the phone back in her pants pocket and rushed after her papa.

In the silence of the night befriending the cold air, the eyebrows of several officers now swooped sharply.

"There has been a hijacking of a commercial aircraft Singaputih airlines boeing 789 with a flight----route" the pangdam spokesman gave an explanation in the meeting room.

Until about 30 minutes passed, commander Surya entered his office, the son was apparently there long enough, Ankara even sat down while laying his head and back on the chair.

"Pa?"

"Satriaa!" call commander Surya.

"Ready man!"

"Immediately call the special forces to find out the coordinates of Singaputih airlines boeing 789 aircraft around the central waters, immediately report the status and form of fast moving troops!"

"Ready man!" he stopped and left.

"What's the reward?"

"Ankara, prepare special squadron personnel to carry out silent missions near the target and disable the target, there has been a hijacking of commercial aircraft singaputih-Batavia route with flight number 1234 just at 10 noon near the central waters of the archipelago," he said firmly.

Ankara frowned feeling familiar with the commercial plane with the flight.

"Just a reward.." he immediately checked his phone and chat room with Zea, making sure the premonition of the heart began to feel bad.

"What flight number is that?"

"What's wrong? Is there something you know? Singaputih airlines boeing 789 with flight number 1234 Singaputih-Batavia route..."

Ankara immediately passed a heavy breath, its heartbeat turned into a war drum, "Zea...."

"Why?"

"Zea was there, Zea son of Rewarangga," Ankara made clear.

Sagara had to wake up when he had just traveled through a dream with Zea's shadow because of a call to duty. Between his tiredness and half-consciousness, he immediately slapped himself.

The big step in the cold of the night was in line with the fanfare that began to occur in building B.

"There has been an aircraft hijacking at the coordinate-point"

"Mother Earth calls bro, I'll shoot dead the man who bullied me to dream of Raisa!" whispered Izan, Izan's joke at least made the atmosphere a little fresh, although his head was still a little clenched.

Luki chuckled, "the alan. Raisa bini's a man, bro!"

"Still her rich dreams," said Sagara, smiling.

Sagara listened to the instructions of the commander, until the black mouth was softly uttering the identity of the plane.

"Zeez? Clemira?"

Saga nosedived his eyebrows, recalling Clemira's boarding pass as well as Zea's.

"Why Ga?" ask Luki.

Sagara rushed to reach his phone and contacted Clemira back there, he clucked because the results were nil. So did the next one, when he tried to contact Zea.

"Arghhhhh, Zea is not active!" turn off the rough phone.

"What is your relationship with Zea?" ask someone who accidentally heard Sagara mumble.

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