The Black Pirates

CH. 15 – Akma Jaya Conditions

The change of day and night, the assembly in terms of nestapa spread nestapa increasingly torturing the body. The day passed showing deep sadness.

“Akma ...” Haima is crying. In that neatly arranged room, he held his son.

At present. Outside the house, the horizon shows a form of mourning with tears, looking at the roof of the house in which there is a person suffering from disease, the condition of the body lying weak.

Akma Jaya can not open the eyelids, part of the body shriveled because it was too late for days. Some people think about what happened to Akma Jaya. A guess.

Alarming conjecture, as seen about his condition. It was understood by them that it was a sign of the end of Captain Lasha's hopes. The hope he gave to his son.

On that day, the birthday of Akma Jaya, that was the beginning of Captain Lasha's hopes. A fleeting hope of a plan forms a desire. Hope is placed in him.

Akma Jaya disease seems to be the end of his life, as well as the hope that was introduced. That's one of their assumptions. Sounding alarming, a glance of the sword gleamed, emitting rays, Haima was fixated languidly.

The issue was as if it were a stab wound. The pain does not feel like flying and disappearing from life. When the time shows noon, the condition of Akma Jaya seems to be concerning, all over the body longlai, the lip light appears dimmed, paled.

Haima clasped Akma Jaya's hand still with tears in her eyes. Somehow Haima felt. Seeing those tears seemed to signal deep sorrow. A mother suffers because she feels the pain of her child.

Quite a long time passed, exactly a year passed, the incident happened quite a long time ago. This and that, but Akma Jaya's disease never healed. Haima's feeling of being crushed melted to stare at the child just lying weak. The woman looked helpless, only able to cry, lamenting the fate of her son.

The turn of time left behind some memories, he remembered them. Memories that came uninvited–tortured feelings, starting from she was pregnant until the child grew up to be her favorite little angel.

The wind blows, the coconut leaves wave. The condition of Akma Jaya is getting weaker and weaker, a condition that makes the inner pressure of a mother is turbulent.

Some residents also mourned what had happened to Akma Jaya, every day they gathered, saying hopes and prayers so that Akma Jaya healed as usual.

Of all that, one of the stares never let go of praying, Tabra felt deep sorrow, he continued to connect hope and prayer.

Now, Tabra takes care of Takma—Burung pet Akma Jaya—with excellent care, regular feeding. Since Akma Jaya was sick, no one had cared for Takma.

The parrot was squealing. “Hei, Takma. Do you know that a year has passed, Akma Jaya has not healed, she is sick until now, you know when she will recover from her pain?” When Tabra gave Takma a handful of food, his eyes flashed, scattering the food into the container while talking to the animals who could not answer. His face was full of lethargy.

Takma seemed to be grieving, his eyes seemed careless. The wind blew, cloudy clouds shrouded the surroundings, as if adding to the atmosphere of grief.

“Akma, get well soon!” Tabra looked up at the horizon.

Every day, Tabra comes to visit the house of Akma Jaya— to look at his condition.

He never tired of visiting, a soul filled with hope, wishing Akma Jaya well. Tabra looked at Akma Jaya with prayers piled high.

***

In his residence, a hut that was not large, simple with walls made of bamboo arrays, tears dripped without him willing.

Aisha flashed before him. “Tabra, why do you cry so much?” She often noticed the face of her brother who often drenched in tears. In every place neither of his parents are at home.

Unexpectedly, Tabra became furious at the question Aisha was asking.

BUCK! He slapped the wall with a loud slap.

“Do you not know the condition of Akma Jaya or pretend not to know it!”

Tabra clenched her hands in a thunderous voice. Aisha trembled, she walked slowly, away from Tabra.

“Do you know? Crying like that, you won't be able to make her recover!”

“You will only make your tears spill in vain!” From the back. Aisha walked away, went to the kitchen room.

Meanwhile, Tabra ran— went outside the house to a rice field, spread greenish. She yells, “Aaahhh!” The wind blew, the grass swayed merrily.

From a distance, one of the curly-haired old geezers heard him. Reprimanding instantly. “Hey, you, don't scream! You're disturbing my cattle!” The old man walked quickly to Tabra. Old age doesn't make it slow.

Tabra did not care about the reprimand, annoyance shook the dilemma and what disturbed his mind made the desire to scream even more. This time, he shouted even louder than before, letting out a loud voice.

When I scream. His eyes closed until he did not notice the presence of the old man, right in front of him stood scowling. Then, the old man directly slapped Tabra, slapping quite hard.

“I told you, don't shout!” Old grandpa buried his lips. His eyes were glaring furiously, it seemed.

Tabra covers the face. “I can't do anything, the annoyance that is in my feelings ...” His eyes widened, staring at both palms, he was depressed, saying in a soft voice.

THE PLAAK!

Again the old geezer directly slapped Tabra, totaling to two slaps. And, this is harder than ever.

“I know about what happened to Akma Jaya, but shouting will not make him recover!” The old man again scolded Tabra. A gust of wind makes coconut leaves waving.

This second time, the slap successfully made Tabra aware of the depression she was experiencing. The old grandfather stared unblinkingly. Tabra hugged his knees, hid his face. The green expanse of the island rice fields stretches.

Muara Ujung Alsa Village has a plain that is used as a rice field. There, farmers and ranchers built crops and animals. The time is silent. Tabra thought she was alone.

Old grandpa shepherded cows. When he heard someone screaming, he looked around. The results met, right behind the tree. In front of his sight loomed a high mountain.

“He will definitely recover, You know captain Lasha is sailing to find the healer of the continent of Palung Makmur, you have to believe Akma Jaya will be healed!” Continue old grandfather, remain with a hand that gently stroked Tabra's shoulder.

At first glance, Tabra showed a face. Slowly smiling, looking at the old man. Her hair was swayed in the wind.

Old grandpa laughed. “Finally you smile, do you know I'm happy to see you smile, sweeter than my cow.”

Tabra was about to laugh, but she held him back. Strange, if he laughs. That is his mind that is pervading the world.

He looked at the old man slowly, continued speaking, “I don't recognize you, but you came and calmed my feelings.”

Old grandpa widened his smile. “Heh. Sure, that's my forte, you don't know? Gosh.” The old grandfather patted the eel, grinning briefly laughing like a kingkong. Flat faced tabra.

“Expertise? You're making it up, I'm not motivated to hear it!” Tabra. A gust of wind whizzed, the sound of leaves and grasses mixed in one fusion.

“You're not motivated? Jesus, you must be lying.” The old grandfather stood up for a moment, fixing the belt. Then, back to sit staring at a child who was shrinking.

“No, who's lying? I'm not lying!" Tabra quickly turned her eyes away. The environment is filled with greenery, mud soil rice fields look brownish.

“Tell me, you must be lying.” The old man showed a silly facial expression.

Tabra retorted increasingly. “I told you no, yes no! Old grandpa!”

Old grandpa laughed. “Two-old like this, you should know I'm strong at lifting rice alone.” He rolled up his clothes, revealing his burly muscles.

Tabra touched at a glance. “What is this? Fat detail, I can't believe what you said!” He shook his hands, keeping him away from the old man's muscles.

Old grandpa grinned. “You don't believe me, you should know again I'm strong enough to lift the cow alone.” He pointed at the female cow, the largest size of the cow. The cow roared while eating grass.

Tabra was laughing. “What's right so, I still can't believe.” Just imagine, it could break a bone. Gap and so on and so forth. Serrily, the wind blows softly, the atmosphere is calm, the mind is airy. Tabra let out a long sigh, old grandpa stared at him, he smiled.

“Right now, I don't want to prove it. Later, I will prove it to you, look at that cloud, if you become a cloud, what will you do?” Old grandpa switched the conversation. I don't know what this old geezer means, it has nothing to do with clouds and what it does, where there are humans becoming clouds. Tabra at a glance guessed, that the old man was afraid in case he told him to lift the cow.

Tabra. “Nothing I'll do. I'm going to go!” He stood up, shaking his clothes, rising from his position.

“Hey, your slippers are left behind!” The old grandfather let out a loud voice.

Sure enough, Tabra patted the eel not realizing that the sandal was left behind, the incident made the old man laugh, his mouth wide open, fortunately there were no flies. Tabra looked awkward, picked up her sandals and left the place.

Arriving home, Tabra sat with her sister, looking awkward, but she tried to brave herself, apologizing for yelling rudely, giving her a little pretext. Thankfully, she smiled and forgave what had happened. They both made up.

***

A few days passed, the condition of Akma Jaya was getting weaker, lying with a paled face.

Strange events occurred on that day, a sweat soaked the temple, some people believe, that the age of Akma Jaya will not be long.

This incident happened to one of Captain Lasha's men.

Some others believe that Akma Jaya's disease is exactly what Captain Lasha—'s men suffered from the disease, but there is no known cure.

Issues spread throughout the island, Akma Jaya will die in a few days.

Not long after, the issue continued to gossip from mouth to mouth to Haima's ears. The female limb trembled at the rumors circulating.

“Akmaaa ..” In a neatly arranged room, Haima holds the body of Akma Jaya. Her tears were dripping, nestapa as if tearing a soup. The roar of tears and many times decompose and decompose.

“Do not leave mom ...”

Akma Jaya slightly moved her forehead, as a sign that she wanted to say something to Haima.

However, Akma Jaya was unable to do so. She was already very weak, her mother's tears wetting the face area—fall right on her cheek.

“Akmaaaa ..”

“Don't leave mom.” watered down Haima with voice over and over again.

“Do not leave mom ...”

“Jangaan ..”

The dim light on the surface of the horizon enveloped the entire universe.

Instantly, the horizon spewed water. Heavy rain with lightning and thunder booming, plus the cold on the surface of the air, increasingly make Haima feel sadness, tears full of lamentation.

In the room, the wife was divorcing tears. Meanwhile, the husband faced a storm in the middle of the ocean Albamia.

That was how similar events happened, the hopes of the two fused together, darting into the air. Prayers and prayers, verses and verses soar to the pinnacle of causality.