The Black Pirates

CH. 130 – Crying Without Tears

The current state of Aswa Daula is traumatized. Blood again blood ... why?

In a murmur that no one heard. The grievance has widened the rips of the word regret in the soul and heart.

In that inner realm the question arises of disbelief as to why he said he was born into a world that no one thought existed, not even a father who could whip him.

BOOM UP!

Banging feelings. This is the taste that was left behind, shine! So he said inwardly speaking with great regret.

The shadow of Captain Zaiya made his feelings calm. On the beach is a precious moment passed by him, an even happier moment.

White light again burst out, penetrating one wall into the memory wall around his brain. Displaying the appearance of as many counts of stacked goods, towering up to the height of the pile.

Memory sprung up, his breathing wafting unstable. The heart rate beats with a slow beat.

One by one the picture plan emerged. Lost, wasted. Disappeared or destroyed.

Memory? Memories? Over where? In the days long lost from memory. And when did all that happen? Nope, no!

All this time the time passed. The old memories of the roar of the wind exclaiming smashed into the sanitary room. At the end of the memories, the bitterness or threat of the tone of the word echoed merrily with a blinding gaze.

“Asw, Aswa. Hey, wakeup!” Hambala still insists on awakening Aswa Daula. It didn't work, repeatedly.

Not tired, hoping Aswa Daula wakes up from her stupor. “Aswa, you must be strong. Just blood can make you faint. How can we face the other pirates. Right now we have to keep fighting together.”

Hambala continued to try as much as possible to give the spirit that Aswa Daula expected to hear. There, in the inner realm it sounded faint.

“Who? Who's talking?” white around him.

“Asw, Aswa. Hey, wakeup!” Echoes of sound are heard. Wh who? Who's talking?

The white realm disappeared again. Darkness surroundings. Where am I? This ...

“Child doesn't know himself.” One whip hit the body, imagined the torment of his father.

Walsa the father often said various words that are not in Aswa Daula, just venting the savage sense of torture that he did.

One lash. Two, three. Ten hundred and end up satisfied. The white light returned. Crying made a sound without tears, the exposure of the wind fell on the mind that churned in murmurs.

“I—aku who?” His memory slowly vanished and light fell from within his head. In the inner realm of everything, the surroundings slowly dimmed.

“Asw, Aswa. Hey, wakeup!” Hambala. The shout reached the inner realm of Aswa Daula that was about to dim.

“Aspir? Is that my name?” His eyes closed slowly. His sight slowly dimmed.

“Aswa Daulaaa!” Hambala shouted back, this time more complete than before.

The sound was sent to the inner realm, successfully returning the bright white light enveloping the surroundings. In the inner realm there Aswa Daula opened her eyes, remembering her name. Even the memories that he had been through with them sailed the ocean and united in joy and sorrow. Unite in a bond of relationship with each other in the Black Pirate group as a family. Everything is clearly remembered. It was back in his memory.

Hambala stared expectantly. Pray that Aswa Daula will be okay. Ashraq in his mind had a worrying guess.

“Do-not. This ... Aswa has—”

“Ashraq, can you speak politely or you better shut up!” Hambala. He did not accept such a premonition.

Even Ashraq hadn't finished talking he already knew, without hearing it further. Ashraq apologized.

Jalbia and Glosia stared at the dead body. No sound, afraid of guilt. They choose silence for them that is the best, just keep and hopefully nothing happens.

And another about the turmoil of feelings that had been in their souls and hearts seemed to be covered by a veil that said no matter. Never mind, he said Aswa Daula would be fine.

Hambala did not remain silent. At that time he checked the situation, his talent used to be in Daura village was once a healer. Hambala was a little happy there was a change in the pulsating veins. Breathing out slowly, but there was no change in the marks on his lips.

Ashraq stared, sighing anxiously. Pray that Aswa Daula will be fine. Jalbia and Glosia compact sitting pensive. Minutes to minutes left them.

The wind sounded. Along with that came a voice. “Di—cold ..”

Disjointed. Both Aswa Daula's lips trembled violently like one who was completely cold. They looked at Aswa Daula who was muttering. It's still running high. Half conscious of the world he is experiencing.

The four people who were guarding him were now made shocked and delighted. That means Aswa Daula has come to her senses and thank God. Think they are in his mind.

The words Aswa Daula spoke were so faintly heard. Hambala was confused, cold? It's chilly? He repeated it not understanding.

Momentary looked. The trees cover the sunlight. Aswa Daula stopped talking.

The white light returned. Back through to the deepest crevice of memory. Bringing up the moment of the day the Aswa Daula drought behind the bush monitored the movements of Captain Zaiya.

“This is terrible, captain.” One of the men came to Captain Zaiya. Salute, takzim bowed.

“Captain Lasha has prepared a ship with a large amount!”

“Lasha? Oh, he's a captain who has nothing but titles and positions that many fear. Regarding the rumors about it either true or not which is certain we will prove it later. One sure fact. He's just like me, you don't have to worry. He's nothing!”

“With such large quantity, we will be outnumbered.” The man said a short speech, a form of defense.

Captain Zaiya did not say much, telling him to stretch his hand. The men also did not answer directly according to.

“Now, look at your palm. Imagine it's a cruise map. Right now my power is at the point of the ocean. Meanwhile, Lasha's power is at the point of the ocean that is not even choppy.”

Captain Zaiya explained. The man apologized for what he said.

“Then go. Prepare yourself to invite others to prepare with everything you have!”

The man nodded, asking for permission to leave with a takzim temperament. Captain Zaiya looked away, writing a note.

Aswa Daula stared behind the bush. Still muttering what Captain Zaiya often wrote was so memorable to him.

The white light disappeared again. Change the look the next day. The men came facing.

“Captain, report. The voyage to the battlefield will be prepared soon!”

Aswa Daula peeked behind the bush. Focused eyes do not turn to all corners of the place.

Captain Zaiya nodded. “Alright, just prepare I will wait and strategize for us.”

The men nodded back. Go with permission takzim. All right, this is the time Aswa Daula wants to greet Captain Zaiya.

He slowly stepped. Oh, it's not. He broke the intention. Wh why? Fear of being wrong again, again and again fear being wrong.

It is likely that Captain Zaiya is so authoritative, even scattered with fear when approaching him.

Captain Zaiya glanced at a glance. “Aswa Daula, come out of your hiding place. I know you're there!”

Aswa Daula was shocked. How could Captain Zaiya know that? It's unbelievable, it's a question that doesn't need an answer. Forms that come out of shock and disbelief.

All this time Aswa Daula tried to understand, not to understand why she was still afraid when she met Captain Zaiya.

“Come out!” Captain Zaiya made a loud voice.

Aswa Daula came over, apologizing for doing something she was not supposed to do. Captain Zaiya stared with warm, calming eyes. The face hidden behind the black cloth grinned.

Closing the notes for a moment. Staring at the line of water that was in both eyes of the child he stared at.

“Aswa Daula, why does your face look moody?” ask Captain Zaiya.

Aswa Daula gulped, not answering. He was afraid that his father would be punished. Just in case when he said it honestly Captain Zaiya would be furious towards his father.

“Oh, this ... earlier while walking my foot slipped, it hurt until I was about to cry because of the pain.”

Talkative tones that are very good at lying. Aswa Daula just wants to cover up her father's mistakes. If Captain Zaiya finds out. At that time Aswa Daula had the possibility in his mind that the figure of the captain would not just be silent about the things he had heard, even it felt that the figure of the captain would not be able to take it for granted.

Aswa Daula thinks lying for the good of her father is okay.

All that he did for the good of his father, the figure of a seven-year-old little boy had great empathy for his father. Imagine otherwise. His father did not know his feelings. So different. The earth sky is the difference.

Aswa Daula has explained the real lie that at that time she walked accidentally slipped and “That's what happened,” she smiled.

Captain Zaiya didn't ask much, didn't even ask anymore. “Heh, okay. I hope your feet heal quickly.”

For a moment he looked at the feet. It's shocking! No traces of slipping. A very good kid lies. Captain Zaiya grinned, staring dislikely.

The eyes guessed everything. Don't say more words. Captain Zaiya stared for a while and passed away without the usual sound that people would talk to end the meeting.

Captain Zaiya did not make a sound. He did not like liars, no matter how small and when he knew the atmosphere seemed to change degrees that originally cared to no longer care to reprimand him.

Aswa Daula was just staring pensively, as Captain Zaiya passed back a white light burst forth, piercing through the wall of memories into memories. Slowly the figure of Captain Zaiya disappeared, he stared from a distance. Captain Zaiya looked straight ahead without looking back at him. Slowly the white light began to dissipate as if it was the last day of a meeting between them.

Silent, breezy wind scattered the white light that displayed the gaze of Captain Zaiya's eyes and again eliminated him. The day passed and there was a great battle in the sea of Farida until Captain Zaiya was killed at the hands of Captain Lasha.

The wind and its blowing again brought a white light, flying the words that were blown in the murmur of Aswa Daula to bring him back to the time where he sat pensively again, again and again staring at the ocean.

The sky was shining a red light. In the afternoon, Aswa Daula looked back at the ocean. Millions of words and uncertain thoughts, everything seemed to echo in his mind and followed by feelings of anxiety.

Aswa Daula slams her face on her knees. Crying without tears, without sound.

Not a single tear was shed, but his mind was crying. A great sense of regret and pain, raging filled the murmur. The silence of that day with no one by his side seemed as if everything had left him.