The Black Pirates

CH. 115 – No Mutual Attitudes

Tabra stood up from the beginning. His eyes were sharp. Walking slowly With the intention of wanting to approach Aisha who was making a hoarse voice, then after that looked down. Tabra saw all of that as if understanding her sister's feelings.

His steps slowly advanced, approaching a younger brother who was now lowered.

“Aisha, don't think about it. The captain is fine. You have to believe he'll be fine.” From the back, an older brother of his age was holding his sister's shoulder, trying to calm the raging feeling of indeterminate direction of thought.

Aisha was crying right now, but she hid her face with her head down. Her tears are clearly visible.

Tears that fell not heavy, as well as rain filled the surrounding of his gaze continued to flow to the cheeks. Forms of crying without the slightest sound. Anxiety restrained in the esophagus, deep tightness, feeling himself full of fear.

Tabra looked at not just playful. He gave a serious and caring look. “Aisha, trust me the captain is fine.” He tried to calm his sister's feelings. A cry broke when Tabra mentioned it again.

Some of the men muttered Tabra did not know the feelings of women. Poor, the figure of the man they were looking at was the beetle at least knowing which flower withered where the fresh flowers were. Boba shook his head, pitying through muttering.

Kalboza tired of standing up. Slowly he sat breathing. Meanwhile, Jalbia was caught whispering. “They're crybaby people!”

Glossia beside him replied, “True, crybaby. Captain disappeared only up to seven roving stay search settle problem.”

Kalboza came up to them. “You two are not working or lack of manners. You better shut up!” Kalboza looked angry. Glosia shrugged, Jalbia smiled caving in.

They both apologized to each other, reluctant to argue. This time they prefer to obey and not throw words at each other.

Aisha did not answer. Silence of a thousand languages both mouth and other limbs.

Deep down, the blonde-haired woman recalled the relationship that had been established for quite a long time, the relationship with each other between family and friends.

They are no longer like ordinary friends, but a family that complements each other in times of joy and sorrow. They have all passed together.

The problem they are facing about Akma Jaya the figure of the captain who disappeared swallowed by the illusion or why is not known why. Tabra at a glance guessed that there was a dimensional portal that the captain might enter into. Disappear and move away from here.

Now, a confused feeling swept through their minds. Obviously, they are not people who are experienced in this matter, they do not have the ability to help him.

Thoughts seem to travel far away leaving them. What will they do to save the captain from the depths of the abyss that even they themselves do not know how deep the pit is. That's a glimpse of what they think.

The men flinch without a sound, heard a sigh from Boba, then followed by Glosia.

Regarding Aisha's previous speech, it was enough to make the men frown and try to calm themselves. A woman calls them hypocrites. Gosh gosh? Unacceptable.

With a wise attitude. They all understood at a glance a woman, reluctant to punch or draw a sword.

Jalbia is determined to find a solution and his way. He didn't want to know, didn't want to think more about women's feelings. He's been traumatized to hear words like curse.

It's called hypocritical or something it's sharper than anything. Certainly not comfortable to hear. If the person who said it was Kalboza or the others, there would be debate again, again and again.

Aisha had mispronounced him. Even everything seemed to harbor emotions, staring trying to calm down.

Hypocritical. A seven-letter form of the word means two faces. Many people in this world are rightly hypocritical hiding their original attitude.

Even so, hypocritical or not someone, anyone will still be angry if there are people who call him a hypocrite. Except for those who are able to be patient and understand the situation. This is a form of reflection that is not expensive, even worthless.

That is what happens to all those who feel the accusation of the word hypocrite should not be spoken.

They all knew enough, quite alarming, but before they laughed just that, not in the form of mocking, feigning or being happy for the loss of the captain.

Sometimes not so, they also understand the feeling is complicated. Now deep in each mind seems upset and do not accept the mention of the word hypocrite, but they know the feeling sometimes if discussed will be confusing.

Thus, Aisha. They understand a woman who is unable to hide her feelings.

Tabra was still next to Aisha, calming down a feeling that clearly felt a little more difficult than keeping the screen on while cruising on the high seas.

Kalboza was looking seriously around them. “Actually we are able to think, but one thing that prevents us from thinking is the absence of mutual trust.”

“Tabra and all of you, before we had a disagreement with each other, to utter annoyance, maybe that was the cause.” Kalboza further explained.

“Invirectly. Boba, you've proven to all of us that you don't believe me, that mistrust attitude is what keeps us from thinking.” Kalboza relaxes. He's easy to turn words around, that's the skill he has.

Boba pursed her lips. “Try you think carefully, then explain. What does this have to do with the two things you have mentioned between distrust and being unable to think. What's connection?”

While the others remained silent. Kalboza is answering. Tabra immediately mendehem, automatically Kalboza sound prevented. “You two are up to when will you keep arguing? Need to tell you all so that each of you listen, something you discussed earlier, there was a debate also the fight did not help anything.”

Kalboza had to stop talking. Never mind, forget it. Better and more peaceful is to contemplate, to think of the universe why there is day and night.

Such was the murmur of Kalboza who was tired of responding to speech after speech. The feeling that is in the soul of peace is now disturbed to feel tired not in the true sense, he just stayed do not want to prolong the debate.

The atmosphere is now blazing with the sun. The middle of the day that feels sultry is not only the body, but also the arteries to feel it.

Aisha by their side still did not want to stare, more simply lowered her head in silence. He may feel guilty for what he said. I don't know that women's feelings are complicated, difficult to translate through the gaze.

Boba would laugh. He always liked to see women cry, for some reason his past once looked at a woman. Uh, skip doesn't need to be mentioned.

Glosia. Jalbia hugged his shoulder. The two friends were seen more closely as they seemed to be thinking, even though they were pretending.

Ashraq whistled, holding his head back. Kalpra knocked on his head. “Can be silent no? Basic no work!”

“You are also the same no work.”

“What!? I didn't hear you, try to repeat?”

“That is, when people talk listen carefully, your ear is plugged in.”

“Wah, about to get hit by tabooook!”

BUCK!

It was on the face. Ashraq dwelt after, it is okay that the important thing in life is quiet no longer any speech. Ashraq muttered softly, hand-drawn to the bump of his head.

Aswa Daula who saw so for a moment stretched her chest, away from them with the intention of no longer gathering for a while.

Kalpra rested strongly, with his hands on his chest. “Before I had an idea, conveying it with confidence, but you all did not listen to the call of ideas from me!” He made a sound, looking at them all.

“Ide is not qualified.” Jalbia stuck sharp speech.

“Kalpra, you seem to be very sure that your idea will work, I think instead if you die under the abyss how? What should we do with you?” he continued asking for teeth.

“You're too. You don't know the manners of saying my idea like that!” Kalpra looked angry. “If you can find a better idea, better than me, then you can insult my idea!”

“Eh, Kalpra. Who insulted your idea. I have no intention of insulting. You're accusing me of being reckless!” Jalbia clenched his hands again, he was really angry after the ability he had that was originally buried deep.

Now it was clear in both the glare of his sharpened eyes, staring at Kalpra wanting to punch, but just looking at Aisha was able to make her undo the intention, hold back and continue to hold back the anger that was in her heart.

For a moment Jalbia was silent, his silence was a form of restrained anger. Glossia beside him seemed to understand the state of his best friend. Then, forward with a steady face without a trace of a smile.

“Kalpra, you have misunderstood, what Jalbia said is all true and you are a person who likes to accuse recklessly, even without evidence just your opinion that does not reflect your conscience!” Glosia at length said it.

“That's how, arrogant people just get the idea just already admit the most powerful self.” Boba snuffed ketus.

“Who recognizes himself the greatest? Me? There aren't. You guys say fuckin' shit!” Kalpra was angry, very angry.

“Same. You also accuse Jalbia of insulting your idea. Kalpra, you don't know yourself!”

“Calpra, Jalbia, Glossia, Boba. You guys stop fussing, don't make a fuss. If you guys get noisier, we'll be longer in this place.” Ashraq interrupts between their debates.

However, who would have thought that nothing could be prevented anymore, the four people continued to put down loud voices.

Ashraq can only flinch speech, then sit head bobbles. The four of them were like a boy who did not understand the situation at all.