Equatorial Eagle Love Maneuver
CINTA~PART 41 MANEUVER

"My father is minister!"

"His work mulls the fate of the people, his aides the president...."

Zea looked at the shoots of the leaves with a bright light of the twilight sky between the cracks of the leaves touching each other as if dancing with the laughter of the wind. A flash of his proud little shadow of the papa flashed like a movie trailer.

"PRoudly?"

"Proud dong!"

Then suddenly replaced by a fierce face Ajay grinning with yellow teeth and braided hair semrawutnya, typical of beach children kalo males combing hair.

"Your father is a selfish man who likes to trouble little people like us.... So holy creature that so-soan do not like money!"

"Your father was most pleased to interfere in our poor business. Even though his work was just sitting there on a chair there dealing with diamond chairs of the fathers who ate blind salaries!"

"The world is too loud, miss, a little meddling in the affairs of that person is better. Don't take on the name of conscience and duty, because we better understand the obligation to feed our children...."

"The world has its own law of the jungle, who is strong and intelligent who survives, need not be so naive as to think of conscience, because the people out there aren't conscientious enough to just feed our children and our sister...."

As soon as his hearing of the world dimmed and dimmed, it was precisely the heartbeat that was getting faster echoed more than the soft cries of Clemira.

**Deg-deg-deg-deg-deg-deg-deg**....

Netra clear saw the figure of Sagara who came to shoot out the criminals. Is he back to hallucinating? Or is it the angel God gave to pick her up?

*This gate is Zea how*?!

*Zea, stay with me, Ze*....

Zea.....

His breathing felt increasingly tight, to the point that Zea felt that if the oxygen supply around him was exhausted even though he had tried to inhale as deeply as possible, his eyes felt hot along with the heat in the left arm, he said, his body immediately bounced down to lie on the ground unable to resist the pounding of hot lead that pierced his left arm.

Zea glanced at the gunshot wound on her arm that began to melt the red liquid soaked her green Desta X jacket, the pain of heat running through the arm to the heart.

In Dina's decapitation, he still realized to just see Sagara finish off the three criminals in 3 rounds of bullets, he still realized that he had just seen Sagara finish the three criminals, then he could see them falling like hunted animals in the hands of men who he echoed his name in the deepest recesses of the heart. Sagara did not even hesitate to step all-out Todi who still looks lifeless, until he really no longer moves.

His eyes glared red as death picked up, Zea could see someone he knew was calm, more silent and flat now turned crazily like a hungry lion with his cold face. Deadly like an eagle gripping its prey.

"Zea is awake with us!" with a trembling voice Clemira patted Zea's cheek to keep her friend awake.

"Ze, don't sleep!" Dina had even been as bothered and confirmed the position of Zea's head on his lap. Clemira took off her jacket, tried to tear the edge of the cloth but apparently in vain, the jacket did not want to be torn just like that, as easy as in the movie scene.

"Dance..."

"Dragon!"

Sagara makes sure if the three are no longer able to fight, not even move. Saga is approaching Zea soon.

"Pressed the wound with your jacket" Sagara asked Clemira, who was as fond as he could, to be taken by his cousin's sister.

"Ze, danger brother?" sagara asked, Zea's eyebrows furrowed at Sagara but no answer came out of her sweet mouth.

Sagara took the hornbill and lowered his ripped buff with his trumpet, soon after he took over Clemira's job providing first aid in Zea's gunshot wound, by wrapping the wound there with buff and Zea's jacket which he had torn off part of his arm earlier.

Tears flowed from Zea's tail, "aww.aww, it hurts!" his weakness closed his eyes.

"Finally crowing too," murmured Dina chuckled in relief.

"Hold on, this is just first aid, then you should immediately get medical help, the wound to penetrate the gini." He tied up Zea's arm.

"Remove from the sky," answered Saga, making Clemira's eyebrows rise like a rainbow arch, "don't laugh, not funny!" said Clemira, who had been scorned by Sagara, raised her eyebrows next door, not wanting to continue to the dizzying debate Sagara asked Zea to sit down, "can you sit down?"

Zea was still looking at Sagara fixedly, but she immediately cut off her eye contact to Sagara, as if Sagara was now the widest creature in Zea's eyes, "can," Zea nodded her eyes away.

Dina helps Zea wake up, including Sagara, but this time Zea gets rid of Sagara's hand fishing a squeak on Saga's forehead. Not to worry about it, Saga stood up and re-entered her trumpet.

"Where is your unit or company?" clemira asked in all directions, but her brother was more focused on Zea, "can you stand up? Own road? We have to move from here, find a safer place," Sagara fumed, Zea nodding, "can."

Just saying so, Zea was a little shrewd and staggered when Dina helped her, "eeeh..."

Zea grimaced as her arms moved, it felt pain, pain and pain, it felt like giving up. Brightly, the gunshot wound is like a puncture wound, causing a tear even to translucent, it may be soon he will replace the sundel bolong, only the difference if the sundel is hollow, the hole in the stomach to the back, it may be a little later, while he was perched on his left arm.

He grimaced in pain, though not to roar, Zea as he pleased, "hey.hey."

Sagara reflex cupped Zea's beautiful face that was so clear was avoiding his gaze, "kalo only gini gunshot wound, not to hit the vital area, insyaAllah can be overcome."

"just anyone?" Zea looked at Saga with teary eyes, "it looks like a sundel bolong I've said just?" he brushed off Saga's hand with his free hand.

Okay, blame Sagara's mouth and thoughts that are not as complicated as women, blame his insensitive and unfeeling heart that takes Zea's suffering lightly, because his warrior soul is different from barbie's soul, Zea.

Sagara nodded in agreement to his words earlier and Zea's words just now, "sundel bolong?" her question was amused, as far as Zea thought.

"Well, howling gini what's his name if not sundel bolong, donut?!"

Dina and Clemira almost burst out their laughter, but they did not dare to look at Zea's murky face.

Sagara shook his head in anxiety, "so? Sundel bolong we want to follow the road or want to be the forest dwellers here who cry among the big trees?" sagara asked, asking Zea to take off her jacket, "take off your jacket, let your brother make an emergency sling to the neck for your arm."

Obviously Saga was not asking, but he had freed one other Zea hand from the jacket, with a flash, voalah! Emergency arm slings made Saga.

The man suddenly crouched down in front of Zea, "you just lost a lot of da rah, you know now your sight of fireflies, your body is limp until the rich staggering road earlier."

Zea paused her steps and saw the sturdy figure she had recently adored and praised squatting for her, willing to be her legs and backrest, but why was there now a fear of Sagara? What happened today and a few days back is a form of trauma for him.

Clemira pokes and pushes Zea slowly, "hunting! Ditawarin even rich chicken be go, very rare even I have never seen my brother is nawarin ginian! Lo is the first other girl besides me who was offered this same brother, isn't this your dream?!"

Now he is hesitant, why is the worry now coming after Sagara began to open himself to Zea? Whether that liking and awe has eroded because of the deadly figure of Sagara just now, or even the hard life of a soldier.

"Abang can't squat forever," Sagara's voice broke Zea's daydream.

"Once again!" Clemira encourages Zea to immediately plunge on the back of the Saga, "wait lebaran mo nyet, you just want to go up.so sell expensive ah!"

Zea felt her body rise up lifted, a reassuring masculine scent wafted on her nose, one of Zea's hands crept awkwardly holding on Sagara's shoulders, and they walked down the wilderness together.

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