The Black Pirates

CH. 113 – Lost Fish, Stupid To Discussion

The clattering of steps as it echoed down the street along the boundary of the netra view, a glimpse of the conjecture caught before the shadow lays, also waving for a moment of color. After being satisfied to walk, Tabra ran with all her might, whizzing with the men, as well as Aisha.

Steps that are racing with anxious breaths. At the limit of the tired footing, the movement of their legs all grew faster, the faster they arrived at the place of the fish.

“Where is that fish?” Tabra stared, looking for her whereabouts. No fish was spotted. There is no form anymore, the fish that was in the container disappeared somewhere.

Aisha holds the head. “What is all this? I don't understand ...” The woman was biting her fingers. Sitting slowly, leaning with a dizzy feeling that attacked him. Gosh gosh?Unbelievable, Tabra said his annoyance rested great.

Both hands clenched tightly. “No .. impossible!” Quiet sec. Tabra continued to sigh, thinking of the wise words, momentarily imagining in his heart a speck of dew, as well as the horizon that lay out a self-admonishing rhyme.

Aswa Daula approached him. “Tabra, calm yourself.”

“True, we all have to be quiet.” Dasasa replied, saying today or tomorrow we should calm down, however and whatever. Andaba.

When Dasasa mentioned the word Andaba. Tabra looked at the ten fingers, slamming the face. “I know. I know!”

Tabra did not make a sound anymore, he closed his face in the palm of his hand.

Kalboza floundered, struggling to find ideas and solutions. At a glance, he is a person who has been contemplating a lot, thinking about the universe with a language that only he understands.

“I've never met an event like this, I've never.” Kalpra sat in dismay. The events they experienced were completely beyond reason.

“Stay calm, Kalpra. Face all this with a clear head.” Kalboza clenched his hands, strengthening his resolve. Kalpra laughed, showing a thumb. Okay. “True, what you said is indeed true.our heads should remain clear.”—the most kamal acid.

“You can see Aisha's face. Your head is straight hit.” Kalboza whisper. “Ho-ooh.” Kalpra laughed a little.

“Sstt. Later, he heard it, you can—”

“Hey, hey, you guys. Enough whispering! You guys want me to hit?” Aisha attacked firmly.

“Eh, benjol. Uh, benjol. Hehehe.” Kalpra repeated. Wrong word, wrong attitude.

Aisha continued to make a loud noise, stopping the laughter between the two of them. He had already clenched his hands, preparing to lash out a punch.

Strange too, when they whispered already very slowly—possibly Aisha's ears are more sensitive than anyone can hear it, so they can hear it, although they whisper is not a barrier for people who have been trained to live on a forest island.

As usual, his eyes were sharp. Less satisfied, plus a loud voice, waist-tracked. “You really want me to hit?”

“Eee ... uh, don't. sorry we accidentally, we were right accidentally.” Calpra

wrong behavior again. Already pickled just—cue Kalboza.

Kalpra stared at the gesture in agreement. They mutter— apologize, do fake drama, brandish index and middle fingers side by side exactly shaped (V)

“Lain times, we will not repeat.”

“Good. Catch that. Never repeat it!” Aisha is still fighting—from the starving lion. Kalpra muttered looking at him. Ketus women, women lack manners.

Kalboza laughed at the slight muttering of the person beside him. Fortunately, Aisha did not hear the murmur. Strange too, when he had heard their whispers, now he muttered he did not hear them.

They both breathe. Slowly, move away from Aisha's distance so that the problem does not widen in all directions.

The other men were still sitting indifferent to the matter. The moment turned silent.

They were silent contemplating each other, seeming to dwell on the strangeness they now experience, caught even confused Netra to do anything. Gosh gosh? They've been exhausted. They ran from there to where they are now.

Such is the breath and the feeling of anxiety. Wind blows, waving leaves. Peach trees there how beautiful the color of the leaves, tern looks like an evening in the western horizon—membesunga.

In that place, one of the men had a plan. He had been thinking since about the search for the captain who was thought to have fallen into the abyss. He did not think of the missing fish, it was clearly an illusion as to what thinking about it was, unimportant. This is the Kalpra viewpoint.

Yes, Kalpra who originally wanted to hit Aisha for laughing in front of her.

“Friends, actually inside our ship there is a rope. We can use that, later let me get into the abyss, you guys hold that rope from above. What do you think?” Kalpra got the idea. He immediately conveyed his entirety without any responsibility, without hesitation.

“But, Kalpra is dangerous.” Dausa interrupts ideas, “There's still another way. Don't be rash doing that, Kalpra.”

“What do you mean, Dausa?” Kalpra asked seriously. Dausa paused for a moment, unable to answer Kalpra's question.

Feeling that there is no answer. Kalpra looked around them. “Already, you believe me, this way I will definitely succeed. You also do not need to worry.”

Worrying? Who's worried about him? Just ask them, the answer is no one worries about it. Haha, he was just plain talking about prolonging the dialogue.

Gosh gosh? Outside perish. Tega—t has no heart. Okay, continue the dialogue. Here's how. Don't talk about it anymore, forget it. Too much long-winded.

“You're joking in a tense situation like this. Gosh gosh? You're too.” No, forget. I told you to forget. It's good to talk. There are more important things.

Tabra Daritadi listened as he sighed, “You are making a fuss yourself.”

“Pregnate. Do not make a fuss or anything that makes me uncomfortable, overcome all that.”

Jalbia. “Hmm, who's in a fuss?”

“Your voice is noisier!” Tabra nodded, looking at Sangar.

“The problem for you, the storm is natural!” Jalbia did not accept, continued to speak loudly.

“For me it doesn't matter, but with you guys fussing in front of me it won't solve the problem!” Tabra looked away. He was angry not to look at the person in front of him.

Tabra stay away from them. Aswa Daula who saw the incident approached Jalbia which seemed to compel frustration. The two people with him were also upset.

How they're not upset. Before Tabra moved away, she spat in front of them. Is that good manners? It's so bad— don't have manners. But whatever it is Aswa Daula has a form of reconciliation. He tried to snort for a moment.

“What Tabra says is true, a storm will not solve the problem. Albany, Glossia, Boba. I know a storm is natural, but learn to control the situation. Put yourself in the right moment, you are now even showing a stupid attitude that is useless at all.” Aswa Daula spoke up firmly. Who would have thought? He looked seriously around those who were in a storm.

“Here, forward you!”

“True, you're acting smart!”

Among them, Dausa, who had been silent, now watched him laugh. “You guys, stop it. A storm will not solve the problem. I'll add the fight won't solve the problem either. You fools!”

They looked away, staring at Dausa who was laughing at them. Dausa grinned wide. “Yes, you fools. You guys mad at me?” he continued using sharp sentences.

“Dausa, you're just like Aswa Daula acting smart in front of us.” Their hands were clenched, ready to punch.

Dausa laughed at them, then looked away. “Kalboza, try you to mention what the smart and stupid mean to them?” Dausa stared at the Kalboza who dariitadi kept silent, ignoring their debate. Tabra and Aisha looked indifferent—sibuk thought, also calming down.

Kalboza's shocked, scratching his head. Uh, busy can't be bothered—basar Dausa handyman just involve people his work. Gosh gosh? That's not what he said, but an acid vegetable he said. Go there.

“Kalboza!” Dausa exclaimed loudly. Repeating the words many times, looking at him with a sign—ayo quickly you tell them. Kalboza elus chest. Gosh gosh? You know, the expression is like sugar eaten by a cow.

Jalbia, Glosia who was arguing about stupid and smart is still faithful waiting for an answer from the meaning of the word stupid and smart. Dausa simply asked, not in the context of speaking.

“This time why not find the answer yourself. Stupid!” Kalboza laughs. Wow, about to get hit by this tabok guy. Come on, crowd him. They also clenched their hands around Kalboza, squeezing their hands.

“Eh, joking. Gosh gosh? These of you, have no sense of humor, fool!” Kalboza again, again and again uttered a disrespectful word. It's tabok. BUCK! ouch, Kalboza elus chief, benjol. Poor no? Feel it. Jalbia laughed with satisfaction.

“Who is stupid, Kalboza?” Boba raised the head—ayo, here go forward again.

“Eh, no. Stupid.” He repeatedly laughed for a moment. Jalbia, Glosia, also Boba stared uncomprehendingly. He had just been hit by a taboo, but was still laughing.

“Your laugh is contagious.” Glossia whispered into Jalbia's laughing ear. “Eh, where is. You talk carelessly!” Jalbia whispered too.

Kalboza woke up shaking clothes, staring at them seriously. “That's stupidity, you talk stupid to stupid people. The result is the same.”

Silent moment. They looked curious. As for Aisha, she also seemed to be paying attention, not speaking in the slightest.

“Stupidity is like a cloud covering the sun. How far do you go, how far do you say, all sentences will not get into the mind as long as there is still a cloud covering it.”

“What do you mean, Kalboza?” Dasasa asked in wonder. If the meaning of the cloud makes him not understand or he does not listen to the first paragraph of the sentence presented by Kalboza.

Kalboza looked seriously again. “Stupid like a cloud. Sense is sun.”

Dasasa holding his chin, mangut-mangut trying to understand. Meanwhile, beside him Boba laughed at hearing that.

“Kalboza, you're making it up. Wouldn't that stupidity disappear when there is a lesson, also an explanation of something that is not understood?”

Kalboza stayed for a moment, not fretting. Boba felt victorious on his own, in contrast to Ashraq who for a moment looked up, looked at a set of clouds, contemplated the words of Kalboza who spoke strangely. “I don't understand, explain carefully.” Ashraq looked at Kalboza seriously.

“The real stupidity is when you are given advice. You evade, say speech reply to speech, whatever and so forth. As long as the cloud is still round, covering the sun, so long as you are given free advice, it will not be in the sense. He is rejected of your own foolishness.” Kalboza explained at length.

“Even in a people there are those who do not want to take advice. He was a fool who crawled on the expanse of the earth without a body. Stupid time with others.”

“Didn't Tabra and Aswa Daula have stopped you? But, you guys even dodged it, even repeatedly I said stupid, you don't think,” he continued to say firmly. Dausa Daritadi already understood his point, he was the one who asked the question. Though the answer is different than expected.

“But even so, advice must be delivered beautifully. When talking to someone, use non-offending language. Really, it takes understanding to not get into a fight. Aswa Daula was wrong. He has wrongly called you guys stupid.” Kalboza indirectly defended, saying his point of view, Aswa Daula understood. He sat there listening.

“Hei, Kalboza. You already know. Aswa Daula who first called us stupid, if he did not say that sentence, of course we will not be angry!”

“Iya, right. Aswa Daula is wrong. You can't blame us.” Jalbia crossed hands. Stare ketus. “What advice, that is not advice, but rather a slur!”

“Iya, right. Smart socket!” Glossia said sharply, both are the same. Ashraq laughed, there he was, he shook his head.

“For a moment that problem.” Boba held them. “Kalboza's. What about the meaning of the word smart. You just explained the stupidity that was in us. What is the difference between the two?” Boba further asked representing Glosia and Jalbia who looked silent.

Kalboza shrugged his shoulders. “Search by yourself.” He refused to explain. In other circumstances, he considered that there would be differences in terms of understanding that would prolong the debate.

Glossia bobble head. “Haduh, want to be hit again?” Beside him, Boba had already clenched his hands. So did Jalbia, even looking sharp.

Kalboza sighed, understanding the behavior of those who did not accept his words.

He also cleared for a moment. “Simplain it this way, man. Intelligence is reflected in the way someone behaves, one that can be used as an example is to put the situation in the right situation.”

Jalbia, Glosia, Boba seemed to disagree. Isn't that not advice, Aswa Daula alone is not good at insulting.

“We close this problem. Aswa Daula, say something more polite next time. I'm having a hard time finding an explanation so you can make peace.” Kalboza quickly diverted the conversation, shortening the debate.

“True, it's clearly the barn. All this is the fault of Aswa Daula.” Jalbia insisted on repeating the allegations.

Aswa Daula smiled. “Truely, this is my fault. We forgive each other. In other circumstances later, I will not say that sentence.”

Aswa Daula held out her hands—ingin, but the three of them refused to welcome her instead. Ashraq also helped the Aswa Daula to calm the three reluctant-looking people.

They warned the three men to forgive each other. An apology is beautiful, forgiving the mistakes of others is far more beautiful than anything in this world.

The three of them stared at each other for a moment. Slowly, extend your hand. Aswa Daula quickly welcomed, they also greet, sorry.

The three people smiled at each other. Ashraq who laughed first. He broke the mood. Followed by Kalboza and the others one by one.

Aswa Daula gradually laughed, then let go of the shaman. Boba had to laugh. Jalbia, Glossia is equally forced. They laugh.

Anger that was rooted in the self, now muffle broken words of apology. The broken sentence together with the sincerity that emanated clearly illuminated their atmosphere. Jalbia, Glosia laughs. “Other times, that stupid sentence you didn't use. Free.”

“True, free.” Jalbia agrees. Aswa Daula raised an eyebrow, not understanding. They laughed, for a moment the thought that had been cloudy, gone all that, now they laughed freely with a sense of pleasure that perched in the bottom of the heart.