My army my Hero
Episode 1's
#Arsyad Anggara
The TNI Oath
By Allah I swear/promise:
1. Be friendly to the people.
2. Be polite to the people.
3. Uphold the honor of women.
4. Maintain your honor in public.
5. Always be an example in his attitude and simplicity.
6. Never harming the people.
7. Never scares and hurts people.
8. Be an example and spearhead efforts to overcome the difficulties of the people around him.
When one of those vows came out of my mouth, my heart was so persistent in holding that vow, promising to obey and carry it out with all my heart.
In addition, the most important thing that must always be attached to a Soldier is that every task for the Soldier is an honor, dignity and pride that must be carried out completely.
When the task is given by the leader, then I have to spend all the abilities possessed, all the power and effort must be devoted to the success of the unit task.
"Tatan" I called my little friend.
"Bang Arsyad, when are you coming home?" He immediately ran up to me.
A woman I called Tatan had the full name Intan Permata, Tatan was my calling ever since she was first named, and it still kept sticking out my mouth.
"Yesterday afternoon" Intan smiled at my answer.
"What's different" he said, his eyes kept on looking at my whole body.
"Why? More handsome?"
"Blacker, hahaha"
I clenched his head slowly, he complained, but continued with the rest of his laughter back. Well, how can I not be black, where the education I live is heavy education, must fight against the endless sunlight.
"You good?" Intan immediately fell silent after hearing my question.
"I miss you" Intan's reply touched my heart, I never knew, since when this feeling turned into something else.
Back when he was a baby, I always said out loud 'I'd be a good brother to a baby' said the words spoken 20 years ago was greeted with laughter Aunt Diana, Diana, Jonson and my own mother.
When Intan began to grow into children, I was the one who was always there to take care of him at all times, the first affection I gave was affection like a sister with a brother, he said, I don't like to see Intan cry, if her tears start to look a single drop, then I will try desperately to comfort her until those tears are replaced by smiling lips.
"I'd be lucky if one day the person who loves me is a man like my brother" he said.
"Hahaha, since when have you started thinking like that, I thought you were a kid" I joked.
"I'm about to graduate from college, do I still look like a child" I immediately scanned Intan's entire body, right, she's grown up now, she's grown up perfectly and has a pretty face.
"For me you will always be like before, the little boy I will protect with everything I have" My eyes saw Intan's facial expression turn serious, his head lowered, his head lowered, a few seconds no response from him.
"What's wrong with my words?" my question is in my heart.
"Tan" I called him slow.
"Are we going to be brothers forever?" Intan's question made me pensively confused.
"You why? brother Brother has never been like this before" I tried as calmly as possible, replying to Intan's question in the tone of a big brother.
"I... I'm..."
"Son Arsyad" Intan's words were interrupted when Aunt Diana appeared and called out my name.
"Tante" My gaze was shifted to Aunt Diana.
"When are you going home, son?"
"Yesterday afternoon aunt" I answered with a smile afterwards.
"Well, Brother Arsyad has changed a lot now well" Aunt Diana started to look at me from head to bottom.
"Add blacken mah" said Intan makes Aunt Diana laugh.
"Although black, but still look handsome, especially now have a sturdy and handsome body" he said visible from the look of his eyes that began to admire my change.
"Ah is still the same as aunty, same aunt Om Jonson how are you?"
"We're good, Om Jonson, now we're going to Singapore"
I heard the word Singapore, I used to just nod when told about Om Jonson's work in Singapore, amazed by everything he got, but after reading my mother's notes, I know, I was really impressed, Om Jonson only worked for my father as his personal bodyguard.
"May I ask Auntie"
"Why is your face so serious, son, what do you want to ask?" Aunt Diana still responded to my question with a charming smile.
"Did Om Jonson work with my aunt?" my question was immediately put to the point, we were trained not to have too many pleasantries, including in words, to be firm and clear.
The look on Aunt Diana's face suddenly changed, the smile that had been expanding now faded. I knew I was wondering why I suddenly asked that.
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