Equatorial Eagle Love Maneuver
CINTA~PART 74 MANEUVER

He widened his gaze out the window of the car, staring at the other side of the archipelago from outside the capital.

Only he knew, the east side of the archipelago, exotic, quite hot but the air he breathed as if scrambling refreshing lungs.

The gate of the military base welcomed the Al Fath family even though the commander-in-chief was no longer serving in the eastern lands, his service was completed on this land.

Zea took her sunglasses down, quite surprised and excited by the welcome they gave.

"Macey!" shouted some children who rushed hugging Fara while racing to run.

Zea was quite amazed by raising her eyebrows as high as a mountain, so close was her husband's family to the people here? Until their task has been completed the warm embrace they give to the family of this one commander, Fara looks so close, *sort of his mother of eastern children*.

"Hayyy," Fara unrelentingly crouched down to equalize her height in this exotic-skinned child.

"Sa has made a necklace, for my mother and *nakali* there," he pointed timidly at Zea.

Zea flinched, "make Zee?" he pointed to himself while looking alternately at Saga and Fara.

"Sana," Saga nodded and pressed down on Zea's waist with her index finger hinting his wife to accept.

Despite her bewildered face, Zea remained obedient and crouched half to her knees, "*Onomi Fokha to the eastern land, kaka. Maitua from namik kitorang, dude Gara*..."

Did he say? Zea turned to Saga cluelessly, who she understood only the word *from. Kalingga greeted some villagers who deliberately came to greet, because they knew that the family would come to the east.

"More!"

"Linga!"

The two spoke a casual eastern language that made Zea want to immediately dissect her brain because she did not understand. Not finished with the eastern language, Zea immediately turned to the sound of music that now echoes provoking attention.

A group of mixed-dressed men complete with a feather ornament on the head and white scratches on the face. The music of the typical eastern land pitched with the male dancers carrying *Tifa, Yi, Pikon, Paar and Kee, Kerombi and Triton*.

They danced with the typical movements of the eastern land traditional dance in remix with the movements of the soldiers, seeing among them there were some soldiers dressed in striped welcome. At first Zea felt this music breathed encouragement for soldiers who would go to the battlefield, a little creepy but then he was brought into a cheerful atmosphere.

"Sagara, nara gerotelo, man?" a man who might be Saga's age approached.

"Luke, well.well thank God." the two shook hands and hugged each other.

"Ale pu maitua, beautiful ha..."

"Miss, Onomi Fokha.." she greeted Zea, with her sweet and wide smile she whispered to Saga, "she said Ze is beautiful?" his eyebrows go up and down.

\*\**O syen ( oh Lord*)

*Yau Yeidu, Etawari (i miss home*)

*Etawari, to nu we ebabanai (home, where I grew up*)

*Wherever they go, they will always be welcome in the eastern lands, where they go home*.

A middle-aged woman approached and welcomed this family, especially Saga and Zea, but this minister's daughter could only stare in confusion, when the woman or old mama draped a wreath and splashed water on her face, smeared rice porridge on Zea's forehead as a sign that she was a member of the eastern land family, fortunately, the flies did not enter and made a nest in his mouth.

A traditional song sung together like a bonfire party under the light of the moon, Sagara even pulled Luke to dance. Zea until he looked up his head, where the clear sky even blazing into the umbrella of the east archipelago, "this will not be a rainstorm right? Is it the light of the moon?"

Although not as comfortable as he was, but unexpectedly he joined them, making Zea die standing at that moment in shock.

"OMG..that's my man not sii? Unbelievable!" Zea could not even raise the jaw that had already dropped, it seemed like Zea's jaw hinge bolt suddenly dislodged so surprised and fell out of nowhere.

Zea rattled all the way to the halfway house at the military base, "Ze was shocked, I swear! That nari-nari brother, rich whataa?!"

Saga glanced at Zea, "rich what? Have you never seen a jogger? As long as you know, the jognya army is more compact than any dance team."

There is no doubt about their cohesiveness, only...Pfttt! Zea laughs.

"Human soldiers, deck. Not a robot" Saga added.

"Keep the one who said who's the doll?" Zea again laughed.

Not having to rent a hotel, many parties offer their homes for where they spend the night while here, but Al Fath prefers to accept his replacement offer there.

"How are you, general?"

"We've been waiting a long time, how's the trip going?"

They back there.

Zea chose to get out of the living room and down the courtyard and terrace to the backyard, to be honest, he could not linger sitting chatting especially if the interlocutor of the old people with serious chatter, to be honest, making pan tat itchy and sleepy eyes, he decided to leave his two in-laws who were chatting casually with the family of lieutenant colonel Sulaksana.

"Where's the other?" zea asked, looking at the dim and shady weather in the afternoon, among the lush and rustling matoa trees, when he knew Saga's footsteps followed him.

"Most at Uta's house. Block b, the company's hostel. Uta has successfully entered the military academy, maybe also Lingga nginep in the Uta mess tonight," replied Sagara.

"What tree is that?" ask Zea curiously.

"Matoa. Looks like it's been harvested. There's a little leftover fruit. In the past, this was abi's official house, brother and Lingga were born and grew here, deck." Saga like being immersed into the past, Zea understood, will not be easy to leave the shadows where it was born and grew, will always remember clearly the place where he scratched the ink of life.

"Then, umma same abba until send a playground under there, make brother Kalingga..." Saga took out a hand from his pants pocket and pointed at the area under the matoa tree that still stands gallantly to this day.

"Really?" Zea glanced, then he walked in the direction designated Saga, where now there is only a park bench and a small table where shelter from the hot weather.

He leaned back and felt the wind blowing along with the rustling of leaves. Zea closed her eyes, not asleep, just imagining how little Saga was playing here.

Saga tailed and crouched down in front of Zea, she smiled knowing what Zea was doing.

"You want to eat fruit that you are tired of eating? But now brother kangeni," he asked, obviously he was not asking Zea for an answer because Saga had climbed up.

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** one of the song's lyrics, Spirit of Papua.