Fred is a soldier and your husband, at your and Fred's marriage a child was born named Fitz, he is an intelligent child, just like his father, Fitz even has dreams of becoming an air force soldier.

Fred knew you were very protective of your son, but he strictly forbade you from preventing Fitz, your son, from becoming a soldier.

"You are not mercenaries, but soldiers with ideology, able to fight to the death for the birth of your homeland." -General Soedirman

Until finally Fitz entered the Military Academy, making Fred as his father proud, but for you as a mother who has raised your child with great difficulty, it is very torturous to see your child have to undergo various kinds of tough training, which could possibly end in death.

Fitz: "But mama, I'm a big boy," frustrated with your constant nagging, Fitz massaged his head, he was starting to get bored, no, no, he felt restricted to the point he wanted to leave this house, but he loved his mom and dad, the parents who had taken care of him, loved him.