My Lecture, My Husband
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"This is the letter your grandfather left you."

Sixteen-year-old brown-skinned teenager, his body was firmly in his young swab. He accepted the letter. After receiving it, the person who gave him the letter patted his arm and turned to leave the teenager.

Arka Yudha Pratama—teenager who had just received the letter immediately sat on the bench, reading the final contents of the last letter of the Grandfather. The man who raised her so hard all this time, the man who dragged her into the mission since the age of children.

He lowered his head to cover his face which was now trying to hold back his tears, his feelings mixed. His grandfather died of a fall on a mission, he did not survive to save his captive.

Arka held her shoulder which was still very sore, a wound that was still wet from a new wound.

If only he was stronger, if only he had not been careless and if only he had not been caught, he would not have lost his grandfather. The wound on his shoulder was a sign of how weak he was, as well as a sign that he was the one who made one of the best soldiers fall.

He squeezed the end of his letter, clenching his hands in front of his face. He'll do it, do Grandpa's last wish.

"Arka."

He looked up and immediately stood up saluting when he saw who was meeting him.

"Captain," he said.

The god approached the teenager, a teenager who had joined his team since the boy was six years old. Although not directly involved in the mission, but the intelligence of the little boy was very helpful.

Staring at the little boy who was now a teenager, the God felt a little pain for him. The boy who should have played free at his age who should have rebelled, now looks sad because he feels guilty for the death of a soldier on a dangerous mission that might take his life as well.

"It's not because of you," said the God, Arka just lowered his head "You've been on a dangerous mission several times, losing your life is the biggest consequence, you already know that."

"Stay, if only I had le-"

The god held his arm "Don't make your grandfather feel wasted," he looked at Arka "I have a daughter too, I'll do the same when in the same situation."

Arka looked down and really cried, God understood it. As powerful as Arka is in mission and field, she is nothing more than a teenager now.

After feeling satisfied crying, Arka handed over the letter she received from her grandfather. In any case, the captain has something to do with it.

Arka looked at the face of the Captain reading his letter, they were already sitting side by side. He could see the captain let out a long sigh, but there was no other expression.

"He's still eight years old" Arka jolted, she didn't know it. "And I can't hand it over now."

Arka stared at the letter returned to her, the letter containing the grandfather's last request. A request that he marry, love and make happy the grandson of his colleague who died first for saving his grandfather.

Arka accepted the request but who would have thought, the grandchild in question was still a child whose age was eight years away.

*****

A few days later, he returned to the military camp because his leave was up. When he arrived he was immediately surrounded by his colleagues, giving him condolences for the death of the grandfather.

"How's the wound?" AJuandra—one of his colleagues who also entered the military early on even earlier than him, he raised his chin towards Arka's shoulders.

Arka held onto his shoulder, smiling smirkily "No problem."

Ajuandra folded her hands behind her head, they were now walking out of the dormitory. He looked around in a direction, the two of them were actually almost too late.

Arka muttered before saying "Yes, if you are still alive to that age."

Ajuandra resentfully kicked him, she was also aware of it. As a person who always carries out secret and dangerous missions, he realizes that every mission of his gamble is their life.

"Akhc... I want to go to High School!!"

Arka shook her head, the two of them indeed could not be like the other teenagers. Looking at the cold face of their captain from afar, Arka unfeelingly pulled Ajuandra running fast. A little late they can be punished severely.

Finished the morning apples, they all headed for the training ground. Due to his injury which was quite severe, Arka could only see his partner from the sidelines. In his hand was a long-barreled weapon, as a sniper in the team, Arka whose shoulder was injured felt a little frustrated with his current situation.

Should he now practice with his left hand? It didn't sound like a crazy idea, but he wanted to give it a try.

With the idea in her head, she moved from her seat to the place where she used to practice. He wandered into the field, Ajuandra again subverted one of her colleagues who was physically and physically stronger with her.

It's a monster, really,

Arka could not match Ajuandra at all, every time she did the sparing she would be the one to be toppled on the ground. But on the contrary, Ajuandra was not very good at using firearms.

But Ajuandra is good at using a knife, yes they draw for it.

Arka put the long barrel she was holding onto the table, touching the unassembled gun. Arka takes the components of that component, putting them together in just a few seconds.

Clamps

All the components he managed to combine, Arka lowered her head to pick up the bullets on the table. After putting it in his weapon, his hand stretched out to aim at the shooting board which was a good distance away.

But before really firing it, Arka used a safety device first, stretching the muscles of his left hand. Actually this is not the first time he uses the left hand, only the results are not as accurate when using the right hand. Therefore, he had to make his left hand accustomed.

Ptas

His shoulder was pushed when one shot was off, as he had expected the result to be not so accurate. Once again he fired a bullet at the board, the result was the same.

He put it back down, staring at his slightly numb hand after the many shots he had taken. He stared at his target board with an indifferent look, he was not satisfied with the results he got.

"As expected of a snipper," Arka turned in shock, Ajuandra chuckled at him "Ckckck.... Your alert level is very low.

Arka narrowed towards him, not he who was less vigilant but his friend was indeed unable to feel his existence before making a sound. Juandra who from earlier crouched beside him stood up, she picked up another weapon and aimed at the target board.

Ughhh... The result is good but not perfect.

He turned to Arka and said, "The captain's wife said she officially joined the area, you don't want to see?"

"No!"

"Not curious?" Arka shook her head she took the put down the weapon she had in her hand. "You're a really boring person!"

Arka only glanced at him before leaving the training ground.