Equatorial Eagle Love Maneuver
CINTA~PART MANEUVER 75
Plaque!
Zea scratched his feet because of itching, if he could be scratched with a fork so his latest patent, "abangggg..this is a lot of mosquitoes, where a lot of gede to bo again huh! Wonderful, the mother of mosquitoes here do not guarantee what the hell," he said between conscious and no, his hand pulled the tip of the blanket to cover the neck. But still the mischievous mosquitoes are tireless, the neck down closed, then they storm the rich ears ask in a grenade.
"Gerahhh.nyalain AC ihh," he complained again. The saga that had just fallen asleep was forced to open her eyelids again for comfort in the heart of the heart.
"Lotion mosquito, you bring it?" tanya Saga revealed the blanket, indeed a habit that has mengda rah meat, it seems. Zea is always as good as wearing clothes, Saga shook her head, close to Zea must be strong faith so that Amin who was under the bed of herds did not wake up again.
"There, in the trunk.that's what the hell, the room.." The chatter is incoherent because the consciousness is wandering in its subconscious. Saga laughed crisply at the words that were already ngaler snidul like drunk people. Maybe he means in the suitcase, the confessional, maybe.his intuition and instinct as a husband that says the wife's intentions.
He pinched his nose first near the eyes, so he could walk properly and then stepped towards his suitcase and Zea.
His smile was stunned when he found the net fabric that Zea deliberately brought in their honeymoon event, the intention of wanting a romantic hot scene was even amby. Dear thousand dear, dear, the moment that was supposed to be the 21 plus ter'the best film of the century had to be thwarted because Zea took off and put the net shirt back into the suitcase with anger because it could not stand the attack of rogue mosquitoes, so that they bergu mul in the blanket while flooded with sweat.
Saga applied mosquito lotion on Zea's milk-white skin, while the owner had already set off on a plane to dreamland.
Zea took a deep breath. Not as short as the breath in the capital that is choked by pollution, here he can freely take a deep breath, even without being expelled again whatever, if he wants to keep it in his lungs until later he returns to the capital.
"Wedding used to keep us having breakfast together. Not good, the host has woken up from earlier, umi is also already in the kitchen..." Saga is ready with t-shirts and army pants.
"Where are you going?"
"Not brother, but we are.agenda today, nemenin mama Katarina and om Ignat looking for water, harvest the same sweet potato sago for a meal later. Surely you like," answered Saga successfully made Zea look lazy, he even dropped himself back on the mattress, fortunately not to plunge into the pool of sin. A princess like Zea was told to tarzanwati, auto rolled back her blanket cosplay so tenacious sago.
This is how it looks like a warrior-style honeymoon, similar to the adventures of the dora the explorer, the expectations of the honeymoon imagined by Zea are in fact not in accordance with reality, maybe this is one example of Sagara-style antipainstream honeymoon.
It's appropriate that Saga asked Zea to equip themselves with long pants thick like pdh, unlike most honeymoons that stuffed his clothes only minimal-minim, impressed with the iron place in the suitcase.
"It's dora's rich! My honeymoon my adventure," the ocehnya ketus while braiding hair like a tomb rider. It's free he equip himself with a famous brand one piece bikini, anyway he will be bumping around here.
Early in the morning, they had already left the base and joined in the house of one of the village elders.
The atmosphere of the military base here, like in the military base of the capital, is no different except the lattar where it is more like a picture of the scenery of children.
The gate of the green military base they had left behind, turned slightly towards the surrounding village.
"Where are we going? To the jungle!" zea Oceh.
"Where are we going? To the jungle!" his chatter exploded the laughter of Kalingga and Fara along the way, not to mention the small backpack that stuck on Zea's back, this woman was already like a children's serial character.
Saga rattled the tip of his wife's head that sejal earlier his mouth did not stop blabbering, ala-ala vlogger adventure.
"August, sir!"
"Pace's morning,"
Al Fath is still very strong, even though he is not young anymore.
Zea sees the warmth that the citizens provide for them, the children running around happy with their world. Some village fathers have been clustered in the house of the local village leader, no weapons or shields and vests bulletproof, anti-arrow, anti-actor or other anti-anti used. Only carrying machetes and ropes as their supplies, as well as bamboo tubes to carry with them water.
An jink animals run freely here, not a few residents who maintain baa bii as a source of food.
"When do you arrive, General? Mama?"
"Yesterday," answered Fara sitting on the porch steps of Katarina's mother's house. Kalingga was seen bulging towards the village youths joining together with their peers.
"Mace, we miss. Often later play to the east e..mother general who is now not like mace," said the woman in her 30s. Fara smiled receiving drinking water, the host's banquet. Their gazes suddenly fell simultaneously towards the back of Fara, where Saga was holding Zea.
"Is this nakali? Pu maitua's Ale, Saga? It's beautiful!" praise your mother Katarina.
"Yes mom. Meet Zea Arumi,"
While Al Fath was already sitting on the floor, cross-legged on the porch of the house with the roof of the rumbia it gave several packs of cigarettes. Not all houses here are traditional, even most have been touched by modernization and choose to use sturdy building materials.
"Kue lontar, kaka?" a young woman came towards Zea.
"Sorry *kitorang* cannot be present at the wedding *kamorang*," he said.
"No papa Lucia's sister. We understand.." replied Saga. Zea just put on a smile there and preferred to pay attention to the food in front of her.
"By Ze, try?"
"Please, please..."
Saga stared at a glance with eyes of happy and amused as his hands plucked the cake.
"Umi, here with mama Dumai and nene.bantu readyin seasoning," said Fara.
"Ze want to join brother and abi or the same umi here?" ask Al Fath.
"Ze wants to join my brother," he nods, considering that there are only old women, who are definitely drowsy.
"Let's be together, mace." Mama Katarina embraced Zea from the side.
"Meet me, I'm Mama Katarina, I used to be a housekeeper mace Fara and pace general." she commented with a big smile.
"Zea," he answered briefly and commented on the warm smile. Saga moved from her seat to join abi Fath and the others.
"Then, let's.fear it's too late and the water is not good."
Zea looked at Saga from the door, when the man was outside, then Zea was embraced by mother Katarina left, "cock kaka, mari..will wear noken?" the bargain is offering a bag of Manduam bark fiber or orchid stems and other plants commonly used here.
"That's.." pointed at the confusion, seeing mother Katarina draping her string on the head.
"Yes, noken.used to carry goods as well as supplies or crops..."
"LUSTY!" his murmur was again amazed by the strength of the forehead and the heads of the mama-mama of the eastern lands.
"Weight?" ask her but Zea is quite curious, it seems funny that she wears noken. Fix, in the capital there won't be any!
"Ze, try mama!" the door was excited, so he pulled out his phone and took a picture of himself.
Fara laughed crisply, "city people come here, village huh neng?"
Zea laughed when she was wearing noken.
"Can't you, Ze'll bring it home? Funny ihhh! Want Ze to take a snamp! No one, who brought books to campus using this, brought with noken in the head?!"
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