The Marine Heart Pier
1. A DIFFERENT WORLD
The blue sky that surrounds the equatorial country does not always mean bright and radiant.
Cloudy clouds are enveloping the earth's flight, a commercial civilian plane of the type boeing declared lost contact from radar. The plane was carrying about 191 passengers along with 11 crew including pilots, co-pilots and flight attendants. The plane on the capital-Mana route crashed and sank in the waters of the middle of the archipelago.
"Mamaahhhhhhh!"
"Babhhhh!!!!"
A beautiful girl with long tears wailing, her body slumped onto the marble ceramic floor to find the shocking news of her parents who were also victims of the plane crash.
Suddenly the airport was full of families and media crews. Deep sorrow perched in his chest, leaving a gaping hole. They lost children, husbands, wives, parents, brothers, relatives, lovers in the tragedy of the accident.
The troop of the soldiers' running steps sounded louder than usual at a sea base. A young officer with a sign of honor lined up in his stripes belongs to the command elite of the army.
"Position falls here, we broaden the search around here. While the amphibious reconnaissance command is combing north of Maj3ne!" tell a captain.
The color of the skin that began to turn a little brownish is a real proof if he was serious in undergoing training and duties, he glanced at his special waterproof clock, his, wetsuits are neatly installed on the body strapping.
"Ray, I hear your brother's promoted this year?" ask a senior.
"Yes bang," he answered half-shouting between the sound of a motorized ship and the roar of the sea breeze.
"Well! When did you catch up?!" Ray can only grin wide.
"Don't bang. First lieutenant I've become an idol, especially if I move up the ranks!" always narcissistic.
"Si@lan you!" their laughter. But it is true if this young officer is famous playboy, who is a beautiful unity soldier whom he has never dated, even when compared to his honor mark, the row of former Rayyan more, whether it's a soldier or not. Another Al Fath Rayyan, if the brother is famous by the name of the legendary garuda eye he is famous for flamboyant soldiers although his all-round achievements cannot be considered fooling around.
Ray and the detachment put up a breathing apparatus, between the rumbling sea breeze and the waves that were as high as a coconut tree. The soldiers are undaunted to bet their lives on humanitarian duty. Nothing is more important than the task of the state, as long as the heartbeat is still beating and the breath still fills the nasal cavity there are no insurmountable obstacles, **Tan Hana Wighna Tan Sirna***. Forever the price sovereignty dies.
Byurr!!!!
...⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️...
8 Years later
Dozens of chat stormed Rayyan's phone, Rayyan, the plan is that alumni friends during high school want to hold a reunion and appointment that coincides with the birthday of one of his classmates in the past at a cafe in the capital.
"Dragon, look at me dong! This fits you?" asked the short-haired girl bob cut showing the application of foundation powder samples on the surface of her facial skin.
"Suitable, you're beautiful, the more glowing the moon-rich!" rayyan replied, the female soldier was blushing with only moon-like words, but if examined moon has an uneven surface and tends to be a lot of hollows on her face. Basic fry-crumb slab!
"Again, focus on the same hape!" ketusnya, among the dashing uniform of blur that both wear there is a normal human heart that wants to spoil when outside official hours.
"Yes dear, *cantek, boh hate brother*.." comotnya on the chin of the sweet woman, he was Letda Nindia with her lover Marine Captain Teuku Al-Rayyan.
After being deemed suitable, Nindia paid for a make-up package that is currently skyrocketing with the face of a famous brand ambassador from the country who has tried his career to the international level.
🌟 Paris, 1pm local time.
A 23-year-old girl posed gracefully a little haughty in front of the camera, it seemed like whatever style she did would always be good in the eyes of the camera and the world. The aura of the star seemed to be given to him by God since Eirene first came into the world. What means the brojol, thor? Brojol is brosot, born, new landing from mom's belly, ngono to!😄
Eirene sighed as if giving off the burden of exhaustion though not all. The schedule is so dense because of the density of steamed sponge that bloom until it is less dense.
He sat in his pink chair, a special request in every project that hired his services. Everything must be all pink, even if the face of the agency is painted pink so that Eirene likes.
Honey gave her a glass of water to her beloved artist, "where's the next schedule for honey?" a glass of pure mineral water with a high level of oxygen and soil minerals he sipped until the toilet. Should always pure mineral water should not be anything else let alone just gallon water refill - he was afraid of allergies plus convulsions! Syombong sekaleeehhhh 😒 know is the top artist iye kannn-free!!
"The next day we flew to Nusantara babyyy, to get an image trophy at one of the award events, continued the 1-year employment contract capcuss for Mustika Putri make up products same de'Avenue perfume there," this bright 27-year-old man, loh min?! I guess honey is a girl, the answer is no! Honey is a male flavored strawberry😄
It looks like the 23-year-old girl sighed very tired. For a moment he wanted to shout to let go of all the weight shackled on his shoulders, this was indeed the risk Eirene had to face.
Honey rubbed the shoulders of Eirene, "I know baby-you're tired, I've cleared your schedule after the affairs of the archipelago. You can go on vacation wherever you want!" he raised his eyebrows as if giving an offer to his artist who was very tired of the burden of the world. Honey and Lovely are like two sides of an inseparable currency, both of which are struggling from when they first started their careers at the age of 14 to now, plus the fate of both of them who are both orphans now.
"Hm, thanks honey! You know me best after the money," Irene nodded, making Honey laugh loudly, indeed the artist's secret.
"Oh yeah Louwis is waiting for you at the cafe since! Meet first, let him not be angry! Maybe one studio he destroys if you don't go out" he said grimacing, another burden that is so heartbreaking, tragic indeed. Of the hundreds of top artists, nothing is really pure work and achievements. The competition in the modeling world is very cruel and violent, so it is natural that a public figure always needs the support of some strong figures in business including Eirene.
"Ck,-" he clucked, sometimes Eirene wanted to leave her world that was too cruel if she did not remember her struggle to get to this point. Since then he has to find and support himself.
"okay! Let's meet aki-aki gatel! This one time a number of shares down for me!" he exclaimed, inevitably Eirene went to greet om Louwis, a 45-year-old president of the world famous perfume company with her widower status. Many times he asked Eirene, and repeatedly she rejected him subtly. If it wasn't for the money and connections that made Eirene get a lot of high-class jobs, she wouldn't want to see that flirty om-om.
"The russians!" honey's nod chuckled and skipped a little beside the haughty girl, walking so slowly that it was a 8 cm stillto beat.
Seeing the nose of the om-om president who is getting older is becoming more and more, making Eirene more and more determined to enter college and major in industrial chemistry, making her more determined, once aja find the right poison to poison the om who does not know this age. Fortunately, this one battery was the boss of perfume, so Eirene did not have to clamp her nose with a clothesline because of the smell of massage oil.
From a distance, this man has smiled warmly, as warm as a chicken, "Hello my dear!" sapanya got up and tidied her coat dashing, she tried to chipika-cipiki inhale the scent of young leaves. But swiftly Eirene avoided seeming to distance herself while brushing on the shoulder as if cleaning herself from the unclean *mugholadoh*, with a smile sepalsu imitation Eirene replied, "hello siren!"
"Oh come on lovely, don't call me sir! Just call me baby or something else-" she said.
"Udah tuir also bebs, want to be called baby-baby pigi that means?!" honey whispers to Eirene.
Irene needed Louwis' support, but she didn't make him sell himself.
"Sorry babe," in Eirene's heart had already washed her tongue with the ground. Eirene sat down on her side, feeling like she wanted to spit up and call aki-aki using a call dear.
"Kimp me honey-cut-tongue lueeee, huwekkk!" murmured he complained of suffering, honey poked his lips helplessly holding back laughter.
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Note :
\* Mugholadoh: heavy stools, such as cuckoo saliva and pigi.
Hay-hay guys!!! Welcome to no julid-julid zone! Meet again with brother Rayyan the Marine force soldier and his son mimin the gesrek model who will shake the world of ijoan. THE WARNING !!! Never be equated or compared with the reality, certain agencies and institutions. Because this only happens in the world of Halu mimin Sin only. This story is purely criminal offense not to corner and poke any party. If there is a similarity of place, setting, characterization, and conflict that occurs in this story is just a coincidence. Happy reading.
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