Equatorial Eagle Love Maneuver

Equatorial Eagle Love Maneuver
CINTA~PART 64 MANEUVER


Zea put her hand on the nape of Saga gently, her gaze weakened as the man with the beret and his rogue uniform clasped Zea's waist full of flavor.


Not in the savannas or tall grass like Japanese anime romantic movies, the sweet moment is framed into a collage of prawedding photos of Zea and Saga right at the military base where Saga is on duty, with the background of several warplanes and people passing into a figure, nothing important is free!


They seem to be witnesses of the presentation of love both towards the sacred day.


The two did not have time to plan a wedding carefully, given the busy Saga and Zea and zero experience, both of them gave the wedding to the extended family of Zea and Ananta.


...**You are my everything.......


...My destiny came like a shooting star....


...Letting me meet someone like you....


Zea rubs the chest with several brevet signs there including a pin wings that indicate if Sagara is a special unit pilot of fighter pilots.


"With this, Zea ordained herself ready to accompany her brother in times of joy or sorrow, accompanying her brother to fulfill the duties of the state." he said. Saga smiled, "me, the flight officer of the X squadron special unit of fighter aircraft, Teuku Bumi's first lieutenant Sagara Ananta hereby thanked and loved you wholeheartedly, Zea Arumi," he replied.


The warmest and best smiles are beautifully shot in Al Fath's camera lens shots by Ryu.


"Cuts! Oy!" shouted Russell.


"Have-well, that's here on the baper oy!" he continued while releasing the fan neck when Ryu had captured the best photo in this pose.


"Anyirrr, kirain was told to come here to do what...be told to ngipasin clothes so that there is a flying effect!" with still wearing his High School uniform, this young man nagged. Yep! In order to suppress the budget and the impromptu event, these two brides-to-be make use of the available resources.


Ryu is a hobby of photography and often follows national level photography events in the field of photography as an impromptu photographer of prewed photos Saga-Zea.


The people of the Ananta clan are many, why not be used, rather than just being the trash of the community who want to make a troublemaker alone better make a worthwhile action.


Saga turned and approached Ryu, "how is Ryu?" his question extends his neck towards the camera abi Fath, a historic camera that is still durable until today, if seen with the inner eye, maybe this camera is already a beard and gray hair so old.


"Good bang. Try brother see. The camera abi Fath badass is, this in the market is still quite expensive loh bang, even though it has been dozens of years," Ryu scrolls some of his shots while raving the camera from the third generation of Ananta's clam that looks like someone else's mouth-watering.


Zea mele nguh tired there, he crouched a long shirt that until sweeping the runway, quite uncomfortable also wear clothes so, so, afraid of being bitten and pulled up but for the sake of an aesthetic photo he just wants. Russell joined Zea there with his hands to open the lid of the isotonic drink because since then his throat felt like it was in the dry season, "so bad, sis."


"There's time, Cell. Lagian Zea males if you have to deal with photographers, continue to deal. Don't you want any pocket money from your brother?" tanya Zea also extended her neck towards the typical white frisk minimarket and took another drink.


"Yes will! Pretty good, make buy something fun!" his eyebrows go up and down, Zea knows what that means, because Russel's brain and his brain are arguably one type, one frequency and one 'speck of his computer.


Zea immediately turned her head, "buy what's fun? Don't macem-macem Sel, abi-abi with your brother on the side of the police! Your mother will also be raging!" Zea.


Russell shook his smile, "the important thing is not clinginess. And nga mostly."


Zea shook her head, "lo mah uh not arguably!" decih Zea squinted, it was quite thought to make the cousin sister of Saga change, a smile grin printed from her sweet lips, "that, especially for you who like fun things to make floating. The loving Zea! How's it?"


Russell squinted suspiciously, "really?" his eyebrows go up next door, "you know what a good brand, you?"


"Absolutely!" zea's nod steady.


"OKAY. Believe me, you slang chick, the toy must be above Shangri-La, above '94 yes, don't forget.." said Russell, who misjudged Zea. He was indeed a slang child of Jekardah, but not to the heart to make Mama Rieke die standing.


Saga approached Zea and Russel who were cool chatting while squatting exactly the little boy who was again at a gathering while mound toys.


"Well bang, I want to meet the management.." said Russel is called Saga, "later transfer brother for snacks."


"Eh, no need to bang! Let Zea have a special love for Russell!" banned immediately.


Russell smiled broadly, "yes bang. Let brother Zea be loving" he raised his eyebrows. Ryu smells of a conspiracy between his twin and Zea whose romance is profitable but he is not invited, "what are you loving?" ryu asked, looking for a curious tau.


"Ntar I'm for!" russel smiled back nosyly.


"Oh, okay." didn't want to say much and extended it all, Saga just agreed.


"So, Ryu and Russell went home first bang."


"Okay, be careful."




The day to the wedding is just counting the days. Both at the residence of Ananta and minister Rangga are busy preparing for their second marriage. And moments like this become a gathering place for the Ananta family, even though prospective mantens are more busy working.



"Package!" the courier hesitated a little to deliver the package, because he clearly caught the view of the crowd from outside.



"Print sir, this is right address---" the green-jacketed courier showed the address on his phone screen to a guard in a striped uniform, he also did not see wrong when faced with armed soldiers in front of him, what house is this?



"Rubber."



"This is a package for Russell,"



Not yet he handed the box wrapped in paper bag to Al Fath subordinate soldiers, Russel out of Ananta's residence house with his er box pants.




If the soldier who was on guard immediately pulled his hand, another case with the courier who reflexively gave the paper bag immediately to the owner, "mas Russell right?!" asked timidly, Russell chuckled at his ignorant actions, "yes."



He received the package and saw the sender, "from Zea.." he developed his smile.



"Thanks a!"



He brought it in, not into the house but to the side of the house where his cousins were gathered.



"What's Cell?" ask Clemira. Kalingga stopped his guitar lines and watched Russell arrive.



"Dong's delivery! From my beloved sister-in-law!" her laugh.



"Sir Zea?" ask Panji.


"Maybe?" ask Clemira, "tumben. Lo same Milah since when deket, until send-send all the goods?"



Ryu smiled and then stormed into Russell, "who was that time?" her question was taken by Russell.



"Yoi brothers! Brother-in-law of one of our same camp, Ryu.." he cheered praise.



Clemira raised her eyebrows, "one stronghold in what?"



"Ngga is fine. A smile doesn't go right Cle." said Kalingga. Russell laughed crisply, "udaahhh! Your rich brother-in-law will not get along, Ngga.." said Russel sitting on the porch chair with Ryu, "hunting open the cell," Ryu said impatiently.



Quite curious, Panji came to see, Clemira who knew of Russell's attitude had banned Panji.



A navy blue cardboard box he took out from inside the paper bag, his smile still widened.



"Widihhh, the box is just an aesthetic look! Rum what's the wine?" ryu asked enthusiastically. Russell turned in all directions for the safety of himself and the contents of the boxes of his parents, especially his mother.



"Well, Ryu?" russell asked his twin.



"Safe."



Russell opened Zea's mailbox with hopes as big as the moon, when he opened it burst into laughter Kalingga, Clemira, Panji and Ryu.



"Haha! Mamposs, eat some wine!"



...***according to order, something fun and make floating...have a nice day 😂😂😂***...


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