The Black Pirates

CH. 149 – Thank You

Aswa Daula's story came to a halt that morning. They said it was a boring story. Yeah, it's okay. For Aswa Daula himself is not good at telling stories, he also admitted how he is. Which he said doesn't need a mask to tell you something exciting.

Aswa Daula is self-aware, who she really is. “Yeah, you guys are right, I'm not good at telling stories, exactly as you say. Even a story like that can ruin our togetherness in the morning.”

In contrast to Jalbia being in the stern of the ship looks dreamy will daydream deep, the deeper the daydream. I don't know what's on his mind right now. Glosia finds out her friend's world is hurting. As a close friend. Glossia approached with the intention of comforting Jalbia there. That looks heartbroken.

“What are you doing, Jalbia?” The morning began a friendly greeting as usual. A Glossia asked.

“Sedang enjoy the weather. What do you think again?” Jalbia answered in a normal voice.

His eyes focused on the sea. Beautiful, the sea in his mind. The sea parable to him is like the eyeballs of the former who reminds him of a past love between him and the village girl.

Think especially? Glossia, you're looking too hard at the suspect.

“Oh, so. Apparently between you and I have a different side to what's on my mind. I just saw you and I think you again, again and again have a broken heart. You look like you're thinking something. If there's a problem, you can talk to me, Jalbia. No need to save it yourself and no need to hesitate.” Glossia brought out her entire mind to the surface of a purpose and meaning that had been in her heart.

His heart has compassion. Can't bear to see her best friend rallying alone. He wants to be a sea where Jalbia can spill all those emotions on him.

Jalbia is laughing. “You're kidding. That broken heart in the past that you mean has been completely healed from me, I have not suffered at all. It's just about the tranquility of today looking at the morning light. Glossia, don't you say a lot about how heartbreak once upset me. In a life that is no longer the same. It's just a thing that's past, not now.”

“Now, our circumstances are different.” Jalbia explained what was being done. Broken heart?

It's all enough to be buried in the ocean. He hinted with his index finger towards the sea with majaz and was about to chant the verse. But, he was braver because he realized his voice was not good, later there was also damaged their togetherness in the morning.

“Yes, about that you have a point, Jalbia. Regarding heartbreak I think has become a spice in life that I believe as many percent of other humans have also experienced it, you are not alone who suffer from the disease. Whatever the taste, Jalbia. You I admit are great and still be a good friend of mine who always seems happy. Never did I know you were harboring pain after seeing the woman you love, even marrying someone else. It was a tiring day for you, man. Just yesterday I thought I saw you upset.” Glossia to the point.

Jalbia is evasive. “I'm not upset, Glosia. You know it's only because I remember the date of the wedding. At that time I was just looking at him and just for the day. As for today I have been able to suppress all events and their shadows, even for me now I have been able to forget how the pain is. For what is upset, let alone the atmosphere is still morning.” Jalbia explained it quite long. He laughed at the end.

“If you want to tell a story and share the pain with me today, it's not time. You know it's still morning, now is the time to enjoy this morning with a sentence of gratitude. Thank you for today we can look at a more comfortable life than just living on land. This cruise is like about the past and how we passed it.” Jalbia continued to talk about the old saga. His expression was somewhat different than usual. The look on the face was not upset as Glosia thought, not at all upset.

This morning, what sailors like them often do is enjoy the smell of the wind and feel how the sea is very peaceful. Look, this ocean once again, man.

The ocean is clean. The blue light of the water was exactly the color of the sky this morning which seemed to give happy tidings to them there.

“I want to thank you, Glosia. It seems like as my friend you are always worried about my situation. If you ask me how I'm doing now, I'll be fine.” Jalbia continued speaking.

Glosia just grinned and said. “Thank you back, Jalbia. You're the only friend of mine in this group I can trust to share.”

Thank you words they welcomed each other. Love is accepted, throw it again and it is accepted.

Thank you for everything that exists. Thank you for everything you do together.

Thank you and thank you so much. The abundance of love is mutually accepted. The two friends were now at the stern of the ship staring at the morning light.

The sun in the sky there with a peaceful looking light. This heart with the emptiness of sadness brings a sense of serenity. As calm as this morning, as peaceful as this morning, as comfortable as this morning.

Thank you for everything you give in the chants of the verses you purposely hide. As he said in the description, do not want to be chanted.

***

That morning, Tabra strolls on the deck of the ship by accident staring at the Aswa Daula sorority which ends there telling about the past between him and the past Captain Zaiya fighting in the Farida sea. Tabra looked and slowly approached.

“Echid. What are you gathering here, like talking about something very important.” Tabra sat down cross-legged.

They all looked at Tabra. One of them responded with a laugh. “We were relaxing this morning. You yourself know about this, like a layer cake mixed with donuts and cream paste that is oval in both ends of banana.”

“Gosh.”

“Your jokes aren't funny.”

“Laughter only, won't make you sick to your stomach.”

“Who would laugh to hear such funny laughs. I see only you who like it and can laugh when you hear it. Yeah, I seem to be getting too involved in this.”

Tabra was acting elite pretentious in front of them. The style that appears like being in the supernatural realm. With absurd tones issued.

In fact, he also often tells silly jokes that are actually not funny. They laughed at Tabra. Aswa Daula just smiled, she also wanted to laugh only she could bear it.

“Gosh. Don't mention just anyone. You say King Hurmosa is a hypocrite, from which you can prove that just accusing it all cannot be an excuse you dare to call someone hypocritical.”

“This is my observation only.” Tabra answered succinctly. With observations that are certainly based on him. Very strange, he did not believe the meeting that day that made him distrustful.

It was behind King Hurmosa's smile that seemed to be hiding something. Naturally, they were fugitives for almost decades. Wherever they have been, to all the uninhabited bays and islands became a place of escape for decades. No mission, nothing.

“You bad to think only from sight alone. Uh, you know the eyes can be wrong. Your brain is dirty looking at others with one eye like that.” One of them spoke ketus.

“Ya, stop. I'm going to the screen. See Kalboza exercises. You guys better practice it, than to stand still and do nothing.” Tabra stood up and said what she was going to say. He doesn't want to explain much.

About the poem he was about to say was prevented from yesterday afternoon. About hungry stomachs especially.

“Yes, yes, yes. You practice diligently and continue the exercise. We're about to relax first.”

Tabra didn't know what else they were talking about after that. I don't know what made them like that? Tabra muttered in her mind watching the increasingly loud laughter. Perhaps, they were seasick or had too much to drink.

He sighed and said, “Let's think I threw them into the sea. Heeh, no way.”

His head went up to the screen after saying that. Staring at Kalboza there rehearsing cheerfully his face puffed up. Not playing, not also cheerful, meaning mighty. Uh, or what's the name—Author lacks a word in terms of describing it.

“Hahaha. You heard that Tabra earlier he was too bad to think of others.” One of them intends to do a hunch there.

Aswa Daula acted. “That's enough to be a thing that's over. On the positive side Tabra has a reason that makes all of that as an attitude of vigilance in him, does not mean he is bad to think of evil expectations. But he was just worried. Look how his attitude and training have been all this time, he kept training just to protect this group.”

He sighed. “Among the words sometimes there is an error. I don't know, I don't want to mix it up too much either.”

That's their conversation. Tabra is not there. He yelled. “Hei, Kalboza. How long do you want to keep practicing up there?”

“What do you want, Tabra? Your statement is a little ambiguous and hard for me to understand.” Kalboza shouted back.

Otherwise screaming would not be heard. Tabra again shouted explaining, “I mean just relax, it's still morning. Come down and rest.”

For Kalboza those words are increasingly ambiguous. He could not understand how the morning could make people relax, how the morning could make people rest. Precisely for Kalboza morning is the place to do great things, burn calories in the body and exercise.

We'll talk about that later. Look, Aswa Daula's society over there. Others did consider what Aswa Daula told was indeed boring, a story that could not be felt by them how charisma Captain Zaiya.

However, after a few conversations they one by one said a sentence of thanks. Much love is given and accepted. This morning, we are grateful for what someone has done. Whether it's good or bad, thank you.

“If only you spilled ink into the high seas. Then you take the ink back. Can you scoop all that ink into the container back?”

“You're confusing, Aswa.” One of them scratched his head. Like getting a nagging itch this morning, he scratched it.

“That love to me is the story I was telling you. The high seas for me I can explain are the three of you who are expecting something big. Something beyond what I told you. How the ink may fill the ocean, it will disappear and will not be considered. Sipping it into a container without mixing with water is also something that I think is impossible. The container in this case is your mind. My story cannot make you feel exciting, even boring as you mean.”

The three of them now know what it means. They never expected Aswa Daula to be offended her story was said to be boring.

“That parable I mean for what you thank me, isn't my story boring?”

The natureak! The three of them felt guilty after hearing Aswa Daula's words about it.

“Pardon our mistake, Aswa. We just want to thank you for what you've told me. How boring the story is and however, you've taken the time to tell us the story and we're so grateful you've told it.”

“True, we thank you this morning, you have told me. Uh, wrong. Like you said this morning, we told you.”

Wanderlust. Aswa Daula laughed softly.

The thank you sentence was greeted by Aswa Daula after knowing the reason from them. Thank you for the time he has given us. Storytelling though boring it for them is not what, what matters is the togetherness that they now feel.

Thank you, like the rain, poured out a heart of love this morning. What a beautiful morning.

The morning that was said thanks. Thank you, you told me this morning. Uh, he said so thanks the same in their day. Thank you in it after that have fun together.

Only Kalboza was still confused by the sentence that Tabra spoke. The rice has not yet become porridge, it will be discussed on the occasion that tomorrow the day after will be off. Thank ye.