MY POSSESSIVE CAPTAIN
LOGISTICS LOVE
The small forest at the end of the village that was usually quiet now felt more crowded. Many villagers switched professions while becoming impromptu traders.
They provided food and drink to the soldiers who were holding joint exercises in their territory.
Starting from instant noodles, nasi uduk, vegetable lontong or simple side dishes that are cheap they provide. Although the actual camp troops are located quite far from the lips of the forest, this does not make receding their intention to slightly reap the profit from the supplies of the troops.
From far away Retno, Pak Hari's sister saw the arrival of two people riding a motorcycle approaching his stall. He was a little confused to see who came was his older brother with Pak Warso, the village ojeker next door. It is not usual that the eldest of the six brothers visited him before his working hours at the puskes as a cleaner was completed.
“What's up, Mas? Tumben here,” saya Retno.
“No. I just want to put a Pak Warso motorcycle in your shop. We want to enter.”
“Where to go? The grove? Find what, Mas? There are training soldiers. Later even thought to want to swing in dor samean.” Retno scares Mr. Hari.
“Be careful lo, Ma'am, speaking in this forest. Emau—”
“Ndak—ndak, kidding, Mas.” Retno cut out Mr. Warso's words.
“Eatya if you talk do not carelessly.” Pak hari whimpering.
“Although Gusti Allah, just guyon.” Retno so deg-degan.
“Where's your husband?” ask Mr. Hari.
“Tadi again entered the camp Mr. Army. There are orders to be delivered.”
“Wah late, we should be together, So.” Mr. Hari hit his eel.
“Ya we have followed it may meet on the road,” suggested Mr. Warso.
“Ayo.”
“Wait-wait. What do you want, Mas, to camp?”
“This wants anter logistical assistance for the Soldiers who are again training from the Beautiful Doctor,” explained Mr. Hari.
“Wah will not sell this menu lunch our sales,” grumbled Retno.
“Name windfall nobody knows, No. There must be a lot of people coming to find another one. Bener to?” Mr. Warsaw commented.
Mr. Hari stepped over the makeshift sleigh the merchants had made around the temporary tent they had built.
The two men walked into a small forest covered with dozens of years old trees. They were quite knowledgeable about the intricacies within the forest.
Since childhood the people of Pringjaya village are accustomed to going out in the forest on the edge of the village. It's not something scary for them.
In addition to finding firewood they usually look for natural results from hutam such as honey, rattan and others. It can be said that 40% of the villagers depend on their lives from the results of this forest.
“If not wrong, turn right after the big tembesu tree is usually flat land used to make big tents?” guess Mr. Hari.
“Iya, I used to join the kerosene manager who their commander pesen to my Father, Mas.”
“Ayo.” Mr. Hari grew more excited even though his palms had been flushed red from carrying several large black plastic bags. Mr. Warso was busy with two large plastics in his right hand and his left hand was busy holding a cardboard of mineral water that was carried on his shoulder.
“Sorry, this is the region that is being used for training. Please do not cross the limits we have set so that residents remain safe.” A member of the army who was on guard immediately stopped the footsteps of the two men whose bodies had been flooded with sweat.
“Sorry, sir, interrupting. We brought food from the Rengganis doctor who served in the village puskes for Captain Blue and his friends.”
The young soldier with two yellow stripes curled in his arms signaled the other two soldiers to approach. The three strong men meticulously checked all the things they were carrying.
“Aman,” one said.
“Please put it here yes, sir. All this will be conveyed to Captain Blue soon. For a while we represented Captain Blue and the whole team thanked Doctor Rengganis.” The one-man sergeant-ranked man smiled with dignity.
“Once again sorry, sir, special for this.” Pak Hari looked down to find a special mango juice that had been neatly packaged by Doctor Rengganis in a light green tupperware glass.
“I have to deliver it directly to Captain Blue. That's our doctor's message, sir.”
“Sorry for now Captain Blue is being undisturbed. He was on the training ground maybe later tonight will be back with his team here.”
Mr. Hari was confused to give the juice made by Doctor Rengganis to the man who was in front of him or had to bring him back home.
“Alright then I leave it to Mr. Leo only yes.” Mr. Hari was seen reading the name on the chest to the right of the young soldier's uniform that looks kind.
“Oh yes later I will tell you. Anything else?”
“Doctor said this as a thank you for the help of Captain Blue. And you know not, sir. This juice was made directly by the spoiled hand of the Rengganis doctor, sir. It seems like this first time he made a special drink for someone else. His face was always smiling as long as he made it,” Pak Hari seemed to whisper.
The three soldiers in front of him seemed to smile at Mr. Hari's words.
“Well excuse us, sir. Thank you,” said Mr. Hari.
“Oh yes ready. We will share the food later on.” Sergeant Leo raised his thumb.
After Mr. Hari and Mr. Warso came home. Sergeant Leo immediately contacted Captain Blue reporting about the logistical assistance they received.
“Please recheck if the food and drink is safe can be directly distributed to the troops.”
“Siap.” Sergeant Leo immediately carried out the orders of his superior.
Captain Blue was resting on a shady tree with some of its members. He wiped the sweat that began to pour through his face which was still covered in disguise.
“Today's exercise is the hardest exercise for us. You must remain focused and careful so that no one is injured,” advises Captain Blue on his members.
“Siap,” answer them compact.
Sergeant Leo came near them.
“Izin, Ndan. This is rice for the commander.” Sergeant Leo gave Captain Blue a pack of rice.
“Thank you, others already?”
“Siap is all, Ndan.”
“You already?” Captain Blue raised his rice.
“Already, Ndan.”
“I ate first then yes.”
“Please, Ndan.” They allowed Captain Blue to enjoy his lunch.
“Ndan, Permission. It was the food of the Rengganis doctor, I purposely separated it for the commander. Otherwise it might have been contested by another member, Ndan.”
“Oh yes? Thank you yes.” Captain Blue smiled happily.
“This is there also for commander.” Sergeant Leo handed him a light green glass containing mango juice containing only a quarter of a glass.
“Sorry, Ndan.Tadi Prada Fikri who I assigned brought him had slipped while crossing a small river there while carrying this drink with other logistics items.”
“I feel guilty, I should have delivered it myself considering this is a special gift for the commander of someone.”
“Ah is okay. Just a regular drink.” Captain Blue began to feed the rice into his mouth.
“But the one who delivered the logistic help said, this mango juice is special for the Commander. Made directly by the hand of the doctor Rengganis as a thank you. I was warned by the Father who brought it earlier to convey it well.” Captain Blue stopped chewing the food in his mouth.
“Says this is the first time that Doctor Rengganis has made food and drinks for others, Ndan,”, Sergeant Leo said.
Captain Blue coughed at what Sergeant Leo had just said. The beautiful face of Doctor Rengganis suddenly appeared on a Tupperware glass that only contained a quarter of it.
His eyes suddenly looked at Sergeant Leo meaningfully. Some of the soldiers who were talking to Captain Blue seemed to be grinning secretly at the scene.
“Each wrong.” Sergeant Leo stood in a firm position, ready to receive punishment.
“Hah come to.” Captain Blue patted the shoulder of the member and walked away from the crowd.
He stared at the glass given by the doctor Rengganis with his sharp eyes. Her lips revealed a smile that never ended. His heart is full of flowers. There is no desire of his heart to taste the special mango juice made by the beautiful doctor.
“Why would a spoiled girl like you take the trouble of sending me this food. Is this some kind of love logistics?” Captain Blue looked a timid smile to himself. His heart was full of brightly colored rainbows.
It seemed like the god of love had started shooting dorm arrows at the hearts of these two people. How's proceeding? Don't miss the next episode!!!
