The Black Pirates

CH. 133 – Syin4: Mayor's Speech

The ticking of time. Different place with the men and two people who lead the group.

A captain is trapped in the white realm, in the dimension of time. With the previous supernatural glasses. Akma Jaya is able to see the city center which is currently filled with cheers. A massive party was held.

In every corner of the city. The crowd cheered saying various kinds of words welcomed Akma Jaya. This is different from what is plastered in front of the eyes.

Do you know this is far away? Different is far from just a simple unmatched gaze, accusing in a harsh word. Sometimes remembering it sucks. The bullet hit straight.

Not straight ahead, but up. The air, the clouds raging on the surface of the sky. DOR'S! Gab. Heading into the sky, just as the bullet whizzed steadily until it reached the boundary of the clouds. The bullet exploded, breaking into particles that were clearly stared at beautifully.

Daytime. Beauty as if united with the sky in the dimension of time, the sheen of color is soothing. The faces are looking at the focus. Cheers are getting more and more.

The drum beatings along with other music echoed. Faces of enthusiasm, of joy. Warm laughs here and there. Heboh dance dance.

Different atmosphere. From behind the door opens door to door. A shadow figure in the form of a red-robed marmot in charge of managing time. Women with a ketus warai are endlessly straddling. Daraysiraswati.

With Aygha. The two of them traced the place to the place where the hall— they worked, to the outside world.

Daraysiraswati raved incessantly along the way. Aygha as the person with him complained inwardly. Talk, fear of guilt. He just kept listening. Occasionally breathing patiently.

The fate! Does not guarantee a painted smile. The bitter face holding back the anger he stared at was annoying. He was eager to scream out loud, stifled. More precisely trying to hold it, regardless.

Yeah—facing a chatty woman is very difficult for him. Trying to smile with your hands under your chest. A different looking face, hard to explain. Patience and not anger.

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Enter the two of them at the Akma Jaya welcoming party which was held massively. Party preparation done in a short time. Aygha glared absentmindedly, his face slightly lowered. Staring at the crowd. There was also a lot of food paraded on the heads of the guinea pigs. Dances and songs sound in harmony with the tone that seems to make the body want to dance.

Happy flowering day

Today we're friends together

In full of joyous joy ....

There is no anger in the soul

Our fate is the same .. oohh oohh

Ooh oh oh oh!

Spread the affection

Come on be loving

Don't throw-buaaaang.

Oh oh oh ooo!

Daraysiraswati patted Aygha's face as her pelongo widened from second to second. His eyes seemed to widen with imagination in his head. The clap of Daraysiraswati seemed to make Aygha fall from the height of the tower. BYUUR! Like being watered by water, Aygha realized that her daydreams and her pelo were gone, away from her.

“Hei, Aygha. You're like the first person to a party. Shitty!”

Aygha rubbed the face that was originally clapped, aching—a quite hard pat. Not yet had anything Daraysiraswati back patted his face back.

Aygha growled in annoyance. “Daraysiraswati. Hey, stop patting me on the face. You're like an underworked person!”

Not take it for granted. Really nice pats carelessly! Aygha curled inwardly, but did not come out of his mouth. You fucking woman!

That's said inwardly. Not heard by Daraysiraswati. If it sounds bad, it can blow his head.

“Iya, yes. Excuse me. I'm wrong!” Daraysiraswati shriveling ketus. Not seriously apologizing.

Aygha reply same. “Very looks, you're sorry it's not sincere!”

“Not sincere what? You want me to hit?”

“Sini! Hit!”

Aygha. Shrugging his shoulders, underestimating. “Hah, you only dare to talk wide. If you are brave. Come on, here hit!”

BUCK!

Without making small talk. Aygha Benjol's head was slapped. Daraysiraswati growled. Self-satisfied to have done it.

“Basic guy damn!”

Balanced. Aygha also said the same inwardly. Cursed with bad words. Gosh gosh? Their behavior does not reflect good manners.

While the party continues to be crowded by the inhabitants of the guinea pigs who are still daritadi cheered. It's fun, isn't it?

Delightful. Rumbles every time the colors are stared at pleasant. The mayor took the mic. That's a sign of a temporary speech.

Deham-deham to the players of musical instruments as a signal to give the impression of the rhythm in line with the speech that will be spoken. To sound enthusiastic.

A monitor screen above the building displays the face of the mayor. Dance stops. The crowd was willing to listen to the Mayor's speech. The attention of Daraysiraswati and Aigha's eyes was diverted to the monitor screen. The mayor over there tidied a tie.

Fat marmots. His fur was white, his mustache black and his face round. His eyes were slightly yellowish and wide radiance staring at the camera that was highlighting his face. Smirk in style and worship for a while. He returned to the mic he was holding.

“Moazarella de vantastiko!” Aygha said staring at the monitor screen. Reflexes out his accent, since childhood.

Aygha widened his eyes. Staring at Akma Jaya there the person she met earlier was unexpected. The man turned out to get a great welcome from the residents.

Even from the mayor himself. This is their first time in town. In nature they have come a human being.

“Aygha, you gawking again!” Daraysiraswati patted her shoulder. This time not in the face, pity may or may not want to add arguing again.

The figure of Aygha was holding onto the shoulder while shaking. His eyes widened in disbelief at what he saw.

“Hei. Hey, I used to see it. You are this, shameless base.” Daraysiraswati forcibly removed the handrails on both her shoulders. It's good to hold it!

Continue to cross the ketus. “Hey, didn't you see it on the screen before, even among us you are the one who really wants to go to this show!”

Ketus tone and matching facial features make Aygha scratching his head wrong behavior. Gosh gosh? That was an unintentional reflex.

I swear he said, anyway? Nonsense, Daraysiraswati doesn't just believe it.

Not muhrim even hold. You fucking guy! Daraysiraswati satin, did not like to look at her. Aygha did it accidentally.

“Sorry, I didn't accidentally.” Both hands apologized.

Daraysiraswati. “What? You said unintentionally? Huh?”

“Iya, sorry.” Aygha answered weakly. Afraid of getting slapped again.

Actually when challenging before he was also accidentally aka reflex.

Daraysiraswati. “Reason!”

A moment to turn my eyes away. This one woman is chatty make the head come hot. Aygha did not think, how is there such a nature? Sucks instead.

Uh! He did not know many women, only a few. The average battle is soft, different from Daraysiraswati who is so annoying.

At the moment I don't want to be dizzy either. Why take dizziness? it's better for him to focus on the monitor screen there. Listen to the Mayor give a speech.

Daraysiraswati felt ignored. Yeah, already. He also stared at the monitor there, their faces not wanting to stare at each other. Both shrivel.

The mayor is still on camera. Give her best smile. Friendliest. The mayor was very friendly.

“Good. I'm standing here, staring at you. Thank you for everything you gave me. All thanks to you ladies and gentlemen. Father, mothers of healthy young people, all students. The officials and offices of the city secretariat are all respected and it is impossible for me to mention them one by one. Time is like a precious coin, even here in the time dimension. But, we are now welcoming a guest from the human realm. There are people who call time is money. So, I hope you guys understand.”

The rhythm of shahdu music blends following the tone of the Mayor's speech. The thousands of attendees were busy listening carefully, concisely and obediently.

“We are here to gather together. Giving a welcome to this one human being. Massive parties that ever existed and held with the preparation is done in the shortest time possible. All of you, I want to thank you for everything. I as the Mayor apologize profusely if I make you angry, annoyed, upset. Having an uncomfortable feeling in the hearts and minds of you all. Once again, I apologize, I am just governing without being able to help much. Shut up the body, even standing here talking in a grandiose style. Clamoring with a handsome face staring at the screen and pretending to talk a lot and arbitrarily to all of you.”

The audience laughed. Hearing the handsome word, the Mayor's face showed his style with a forced smile.

Be present. Moreover, Aygha was about to vomit. A handsome? Woow, that word is pretty bombastic frowning Daraysiraswati's forehead.

“I'm sorry again, ladies and gentlemen the number of this city. I will give a short speech, not long. I hope you don't mind.”

“In this time dimension we have long lived, together always like and sorrow. The mayor was happy. Today, we have the guest of a human. This is the first time that's happened, somehow he got here? Is there any explanation for all this? Uh, wait I just wanted to make a speech and why am I now asking? Have I become dazed in this?”

Daraysiraswati exhales in wonder. Same Aygha even the others are equally her. The mayor spoke like he was gargling, inconsistent and uncomfortable to hear.

“Good. Happy people, may there be no sadness today. I apologize again, again and again and again. That's the only sacred sentence that is often spoken by a human when there is an error.”

“We here often hear the story of how the humans move, terrible. The days of some of them are sometimes involved in unmitigated crimes. Pass one person onto another. Tied like a rope that is connected to welcome, making a circle of rope that soars until discussed continuously, reaching the sky. Takes an annual time. Passed until now we stare at one person stranded here, even is it possible that all is true?”

“Haaah? Is that true, ladies and gentlemen?”

The mayor asked with a steady face. The intonation is in such a way arranged by him. Music with a gripping rhythm accompanies his speech.

Musicians play with tools. Mixing the Mayor's speech with a tone that vibrates every marmot there. Balanced, well-fitting tone lyrics.

“The answer is correct and the main point is not, ladies and gentlemen. Not all humans have such attitudes, in their world there are good ones. The bad one. There full can be said full colorful life.”

“I as the mayor welcome the arrival of a human this one with full of feelings of joy, love and release. Come on, play music with shahdu rhythm. We'll start partying again.”

The mayor stared steadily, hinting with a thumbs-up. “I'm sorry for being inconsistent all this time. I feel guilty for what happened at this party, I apologize.”

“With the end of this speech. Let's start the party again.” The mayor laughed enthusiastically. Return to signal to the musician there to rotate the shahdu tone.

But who would have thought that the music players did not listen. Start the party with a mellow beat. Not only did he obey the mayor's previous orders. The musicians wanted to convey a message about the nature of the earth that they wanted to remember.

In the middle of the century passed. The eagle race was once destroyed. Swordsman with his legend was destroyed with meteors falling to earth. From year to year, one race grew back like grains and re-filled the world, history changed until now. It is said that the human world is often recycled, even one life experiences some history of each. That's what fiction is sometimes annoying.

The mayor felt unimportant. Come on, what's he saying to remember something that even our guests don't know. The nature of the world is recycled and a new man with a new history refills it, surely it will not make him surprised or sad and so, will not. Even seem useless, free.

But not so. Justeru different reaction with the marmots who seem one-two to live. A few minutes seemed to whip a ticking beat through the mellow tones. Aygha lived the temple to the temple looking wild. Wiping his eyes softly.

Daraysiraswati was nearby slightly hissing, muttering a small voice that no one could hear. You crybaby! That's the muttering of his antiques.

Another with the Mayor. The earth sky is the difference. It was only he who continued to insist on waving a signal for the umpteenth time he showed.

“You guys how, anyway? Syahdu rhythm .. wooy syahdu rhythm!”

It is not a word of speech that the Mayor uttered, but rather a sign that he showed with a firm insistence.

The mic in his hand no longer spoke. Ending the speech, the mic was automatically not working. The party has begun with a mellow rhythm. The mayor considered it inappropriate, less comfortable to hear.

“Hey, come. It's party. Why start with melow rhythm. How are you guys, anyway?” This time the Mayor's signal looked cramped.

The musicians stared in understanding, not daring to go against orders. At that time the rhythm was played changed syahdu with cheers back crowded, unpretentious from one place to another. Feel different, it's different.

Akma Jaya then fell silent enjoying the party with millions of food paraded, dances and cheers as they filled the place. In his brain at first glance thought did not want many words, nor did he move much. How about regardless of the dimension of time that greatly outlines the limits of the fire of patience.

That was all that was currently inside his brain. Hoping to reunite in the Black Pirates.

His breath fell anxiously in his mind. Remembering the men, also two friends who somehow now how they are who he himself did not know anything, only able to hope and hope everything is fine.