Blackpoem/Black Poetry

Fighting in the Port

Until Karma and AK arrived in Jakarta, both had not heard from the black poem again.

On the living room sofa now Karma is daydreaming while holding his forehead which is somewhat dizzy. In front of him AK casually sipped the warm tea that had been made by Karma's maid. His right hand then took the cake on the plate and put it in his mouth. He chewed it greedily.

"This cake is delicious, as good as the cake made by my late wife" said AK. Karma glanced at him.

"Your wife is dead?" tanya Karma wants to be more sure.

"Heem, she's a beautiful and kind woman." His speech was interrupted because AK again sipped warm tea. "His hair was short as a shoulder, his eyes were sharp and firm, his body was slender and his lips were beautiful. I can even imagine it now clearly. He's standing behind you Karma."

"I'm not the shadow of your late wife. I'm the owner of this house. Karina, the mother of Karma," said the woman whom AK thought was his wife's shadow.

AK was a bit surprised. Karma herself glanced for a moment at her mother before looking back at AK.

"What did your wife die of?" asked Karina as she sauntered to sit beside Karma.

"sick."

"Does he really look like me?"

"It's just as pretty as you are, madam."

The conversation felt uncomfortable in the ears of Karma. The chat of adults who seem to have the intention to know each other deeply.

Half an hour passed, Karma began to be drowsy until several times yawned. Until his sleepiness disappeared after the phone in his pants pocket suddenly rang, then examined the flattened pen and found a message from a black poem:

"Karma follow my will if you want Krina to survive. Go yourself to pier 2 port now. I'm waiting for."

"I'm giving you another message." Karma gave her phone to AK. Then AK read the message.

"It's in a hurry for them, not to let us rest one bit" he said.

"I must leave immediately," Karma hurriedly got up, as Karina and AK watched her.

"Where to? New also come from a long trip, rest first," said Karina.

"There's an important task, ma'am."

"Outside the police again? Aren't you out of that group?"

"No, Mah. The INU team will remain until the evil Black Poetry completely disappears from this earth. And Karma will solve all this while avenging my father's death."

Karina got up, and immediately hugged her son for a moment. "Then be careful, blessings and prayers of mama always accompany you Karma."

Karma kissed his Mom's forehead. "Thank you Mama."

Soon Karma and AK rushed out. The two returned to ride the big motorbike Karma, for this time heading to the port. At the beginning of AK's departure alluded to the beauty of Mamah Karma. Karma did not respond too much, he only warned AK not to try to hold his mama. Because he doesn't like it if AK becomes his stepfather later.

The sky in the city is bright, it's just that the flickering stars are camouflaged by the radiance of the lights of skyscrapers. Humid air. While the capital road through Karma and AK is crowded smoothly. But worry does not allow Karma to feel

to calm.

"Krina, where are you?"

At 3 am Karma arrived at the place already determined by the Black Poetry. Namely in a container field port, right on the edge of the pier. He saw the contents of the last message of Black Poetry on his phone screen which read a thank you for obeying the command well.

Karma put her phone back in her pants pocket. The cold breeze from the sea fluttered a bit of his white hair and shirt. He noticed one of the large container ships leaning on the dock, which was near him also on towering tall, sturdy blue cranes. His gaze then he turned to the container of various colors and neatly arranged writing not far from him. The atmosphere is very quiet.

Faintly from behind a container, a man whose face was not very clear - still veiled in darkness - walked slowly towards it. The man was wearing a pink hodie with black jeans.

The longer that person gets closer to Karma. Until finally his face wearing a clown mask with red eyes is clearly visible. The man stopped stepping a meter in front of Karma.

"Where's Krina?"

"No need to worry, he's in a safe place."

"Do you want what?" Karma again watched the appearance of the person in front of him carefully. "You're Raka, right? Open up your mask, don't be a coward" Karma accuses without proof.

"Haha right, you seem to have suspected me all along." The man took off his mask and saw his young face with straight black hair rather disheveled. It is true that he is Raka. "Or are you actually just jealous to accuse me of being the culprit?"

"Aren't you the one who was jealous because I took Krina from you, and you ended up joining Black Poetry out of frustration?"

Raka's eyes narrowed and she then collapsed. "Sounds about my fate. I committed a great crime just out of love? funny .... As if I didn't have any self-respect."

"All these evils have nothing to do with Krina. I'm doing all this just to get rid of the boredom in this crazy world. And it's not like you think I joined the Black Poetry, because I was the one who created the black poetry group myself. I am the cause of all this confusion. I'm the one who will decide the fate of you all."

"You've really gone crazy. Why do such a stupid thing?"

"I told you I was just joining." Raka smiled in anguish. "A fool once told me, when you have power, do interesting things that make your soul satisfied. Make games, fights, races. I now have that power and will do what he tells me to do."

"The advice of fools you shouldn't listen to."

"Hehe, that fool is your future father-in-law, Krina's father. The most arrogant person I've ever met."

Karma remembered Krina's earlier remark that her father did not approve of Raka approaching her. Is it possible that Raka was hurt because of that?

Raka said again, "I'm currently in a fight, and you're the right person to be my opponent. Make my world not come together anymore." Raka threw the mask in her hand in every direction and stretched her hands and fingers as if preparing to start fighting.

Karma took the gun out of her pants pocket, and directly aimed it at Raka.

"Just empty hands" said Raka. "If you were a man."

Karma sighed and threw away her gun. "It will be very easy to beat you," he said later.

"Haha let's see who will die first," Raka casually replied.

Somewhere else. Precisely in the front room of the apartment where Krina was confined. Krina and Ruru had been watching both of them through the monitor.

All of them have become Raka's scenario so that Krina watches the fight between herself and Karma. So this afternoon he deliberately installed a camera at some point that will be used as a fighting arena.

Clear water continued to flow on Krina's cheeks. He was really afraid to see the two people he loved the most would kill each other.

Krina awakens intent on stopping the two. But immediately he got a gunpoint from Ruru, who also directly told the straight-haired beautiful girl to watch the fight between Raka and Karma again.

"Raka let me kill you if you don't follow my orders."

Krina looked at Ruru nanar with tears flowing constantly. "So you can't see me die!" emphatically.

"I'm serious about my threats!" ruru's wrath shot the bullet directly into Krina's shoulder. Until Krina immediately fell and groaned in pain.

Ruru grabs Krina's hair and forces the girl's head to return to the monitor. Krina could only cry while enduring the pain in her bleeding shoulder.

Raka and Karma yelled at each other taking a swing and then approached each other by running and then hitting each other in the face. Both of them were slightly bounced but still on their feet.

Raka felt a little fresh blood come out on her upper lip. While Karma felt his nose bleed and without realizing it the blood had made a stain on his white shirt.

The two looked at each other while breathing.

TB

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