Equatorial Eagle Love Maneuver
LOVE-PART MANEUVER 69

Waist gate is quite good to be a barrier of the mosque land with the road. About the house of worship, the innate adem, whether he who came out at the time of the magrib with the descendants of Elsa frozen.

Zea let out a sigh of relief, "why?" tanya Saga saw what Zea was doing.

"Engga," ringing.

"Just relieved, there are still many people who worship, the world does not want the apocalypse" he replied to the lack of work thinking about the end of the world.

There-just his wife, his brain can think until the end of the world when new people brojol bin brusut to the world.

Not a few who smiled greeted Sagara and Zea, the tall girl who in a matter of hours removed her full status turned inexhaustibly to the handsome squat, who was a little, is it one of the list of inhabitants of heaven? Aamij! Because people who come to worship know in Saga, it means Sagara is a regular visitor of the house of God.

But soon his brows furrowed perfectly and drowned in his absurd thoughts, "branch how come the aki-aki with the granny? From earlier that nyapa who already udzur all?" ask her in a sneering tone.

"Because who often spend a long time in the mosque most parents, so those who often meet the same young, who come only a glimpse of rich brother." replied Saga, as soon as Zea curled her mouth irritated, "say aja brother want to show off, if you like to go to the mosque. Shake up, bend over for a dart!"

Saga laughed crisply, "have known it. Not a brother who has such a mind. But you who think brother diligently to the mosque," said Saga.

"Crazy dad! Zea just found out that brother turned out to be arrogant!" admit Zea is called Saga, "new?" his laughter saw Zea's wry face.

In a mosque whose tiles are as flat and as cold as Sagara used to be, the shaf between men and women is separated by a curtain that stretches.

Zea entered by the side door, "Again through there.." pointed it toward the two doors of Zea's entrance.

"Yes. Ze will be here again."

The two separated there, when Zea went inside and Saga melengos when Zea had determined her shaf with other mothers who worship there.

"Sadak soha gini, emm," muttered Zea, at first he felt ashamed when Saga was ready to do the congregational prayer and his heart just moved to join, but now after entering here, he was, his heart actually felt more peaceful, had his worship been less true? He rarely entered the mosque, if doing worship mostly he did it at home, impressed more hasty and not fervent.

From his place, he could quite hear Sagara's voice from the front of the curtain, it was true that he was a match with her husband. Without having to make a deal, he and Saga were placed close together.

"Ga, alone?" ask someone who has come together.

"Wife together, in the women's shaf." Answer Saga.

Zea smiled widely, that was her husband's voice, memorized it! But he did not want to be wrong, Zea to prostrate for the sake of being able to see in the cracks of the hanging curtain.

Some of the female labourers who were wives of soldiers also chuckled and turned their eyes to see Zea's behavior, "wild opo to mbak?" reprimand mom beside him.

"My husband looks like Mbak." The answer was relaxed without stopping the ridiculous action.

"Well, is it visible? Yo must be just his legs to.." with bo dohnya he imitated what Zea did by tilting his head to stick on the carpet of his part.

"Yes mbak. Just his legs, but I memorized..bener sii it's brother," Zea immediately upheld his position and turned to the mother who asked, his eyebrows rose, "why tambak? Want to get my husband's foot too?" ask Zea.

"Astagfirullah, yes ndak to mbak! When I get my husband's feet, why?!" he replied, Zea chuckled, "just relax, rich man accused... I am Zea Arumi," Zea extended her hand.

"Sri," he answered, "the wife of Letda Andi, of the paratrooper unit."

Zea is short without a sound, "push?"

"Lettu Sagara's wife, aviator pilot unit."

"Well, we're different. But I'll see you on Wednesday..."

"Yes?" zea asked in confusion.

"Yes, it's Wednesday's meeting, you're ready to be wrong, ma'am..."

The girl again blinked when Sri impressed like soldiers wear ready everything, wait mother???

Lv? The mothers? Ask her in your heart.

"Oh, wednesday...Okay." nod Zea.

"Greetings to mom. But sorry ma'am, I don't mean presumptuous, mother's age seems young..."

Zea grimaced at Sri, "yes. So don't call mom, I'm young, I just want 20. Do not have so baku it is the language like to dizziness itself, not ordinary, feel rich to meet with customer service motor." he replied.

Sri chuckles, "get wrong ma'am, uh..."

"Ck." Zea clucked, instead of dizzy hearing Sri, she better ngusilin her husband in front of the curtain.

Zea crouched down and crawled closer to the curtain, she chuckled because she had not yet done her nosy actions she was amused.

Sagara who has been sitting down melengos because from the direction of the pulpit a mosque manager asked him to commit.

"Bang, sutthhh!" he whispered, then poked someone in front of him behind the curtain, "meonggg mpusss!"

"Cough Hajj sir, scratch the toilet brush! The answer is so!" nagelnya.

"Dragon!" he was angry, poking out from behind the curtains. The figure squirmed, "who the hell is this?!" Zea was quite surprised when the voice that spoke up was in fact different from the voice of Saga.

The figure in front raised the edge of the curtain to be able to see the nosy perpetrator who had been bothering him since.

At once Zea stiffened as the big hand revealed the curtain, but without sin Zea pointed to the impassioned Sri beside her.

"He's om." he shook his head bestowing his guilt on Sri.

"Mr..."

"Opo?" asked Sri who was confused to see the father's furious face.

"Udah-already om, do not be angry.tuh already want to pray. Let me tell you later as I tell you how to close the curtain, not the mahrom!" Zea Say.

"Ck. I thought it was soap!"

"Opo to mbak, why his father?!" sewot mbak Sri.

"Tau, maybe the end of the month mbak..wife in the house of the mosquito.so the inn is not clear!" zea replied, "move yu mbak, move.." invite Zea.

Asem, the brother moved not to say, so I was wrong! Mind laughing.

"Sorry mbak Srii.." he murmured in his heart while looking for a new place with his hands embrace and invite mbak Sri to move places.

Zea wrapped her arms around Saga's arms as she walked home, "at home is rice?" ask Zea. Questions that can be said to level up since the two were in a relationship.

"There's."

Zea nodded, "but when it comes to cooking, Zea's still learning, bang.." I admit.

Saga looked over and smiled, "nothing. We learn together, from zero.let your brother be your guinea pig" replied Saga.

He chuckled, "yes no zero-zero anyway. Setaun in England is quite good if only make fried rice, pasta, as well as stir-fried ozeng, Zea can.." the nod steady.

"Alhamdulillah, ngirit money kitchen. Usually every morning there's a greengrocer calling the soldiers' mothers passing by."

Zea nodded quickly hearing that, okay! Tomorrow she has started cosplay as a mom-dusty who nawar vegetable.

This casual chat brings their step into the Saga's official house block. The atmosphere which according to Zea is more crowded than the complex of papa Rangga house, although not as many boarding students are able to create a warm atmosphere.

The open door displays the atmosphere of the house just as they left it earlier. Sagara did not intend to take Zea to Ananta's house or any hotel, for him this house was already quiet and safe enough to both complete the wedding service, and the house was also quite quiet, however, neither will be able to shout rich victims of hubris or rich victims of floods and earthquakes like Izan and Luki say.

"Dec, would you like to continue worshiping together? Make rewards together?" Saga opened her squat and coke button after locking the door of the previous house.

Zea's eyebrows shot up next to her, "what's the worship? Dhikr? Itikafs? Alms? Not at the mosque!" zea grumbled into the room, opened his face and folded it.

Saga grinned and caught up with Zea.

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