The Black Pirates

CH. 16 – Akma Jaya Death Issue

Rain drops washed the island plains. Rows of verses reverberate. As the day went by, the universe showed a bright light with a gust of wind that seemed to melt the clouds.

As the issue circulates, the issue is constantly spread from mouth to mouth until mirroring occurs. Issues that breed like shrimp ripple, even causing differences in terms of speech.

Some say: “You know the son of Captain Lasha named Akma Jaya is going to die!?” One example of the words of the wrong person brings news while showing a dumbfounded face. The sound was like a storm gawking at the ship.

“Really? Akma Jaya will die, I also heard the news that Captain Lasha was sailing to the continent of the Palung Makmur to find a healer, it seems that Captain Lasha did not know the news of his son, pity. The old pirate captain must have been disappointed and would have gone berserk after all.”

“Maybe this is karma for Captain Lasha, feel that. It's such an easy retaliation for us.”

“True, I was very excited to hear this news, the old pirate felt the consequences.”

“Hahahaha .. finally, the old pirate will feel a sense of loss.”

The news started from them, the news that was originally straight is now tilted.

The news of Akma Jaya's death was heard throughout the Maura Hiba continent, a child whose hopes for Captain Lasha had been dashed and met his death. “The old pirate felt the consequences!” The group of kidnappers who became slaves laughed out loud, happy as the bright moon in the fourteenth sky.

“We will party after being present in that funeral.” The kidnapper Boss was complacent at the news, grinning, his hands clenched proudly. Of all that, as she saw something else from the kidnapper boss, she muttered happily.

“True boss, we will party.”

The sound of laughter and laughter resounded in a state of joy and full of laughter.

***

The issue has been widespread, a misleading and appalling issue throughout the Maura Hiba continent. Even this news reached the ears of Captain Lasha's friend named Captain Makya.

Captain Makya lives on the continent of Maura Hiba, precisely in one of the villages called Anmala.

Anmala village is located in the north, the village is difficult to penetrate when the water recedes because of the rocks that block the ship to enter.

Before the news reached the village of Anmala, a group of Captain Makya's men sailed to the city center from the continent of Maura Hiba. They heard the news then relayed it through a letter to Captain Makya.

Meanwhile, Captain Lasha had sailed, he had found a healer, now the ship with a skull with a red flag was speeding home. They had left the ocean of Albamia. The Maura Hiba continent.

Not long after, the bird appeared. He flapped his wings and the letter fell right in front of him.

Captain Lasha gave a quick glance, he did not comment much, then opened the letter, read the text that read:

“My best friend. Lasha, it's me who's been your best friend for a long time, Makya. One of the sad news was heard from my men who sailed to the city center from the Maura Hiba continent, I am sorry for the death of your son, he said you were in the Palung Makmur continent, I just wanted to tell you this news.”

Captain Lasha seemed to want to peak in anger. He bit his lip, turning to the rest of the crew. “All of you, span the entire screen ...!!!” Captain Lasha exclaimed with an angry looking face.

“Haima .. sorry, I came late!” captain Lasha's mind gripped the letter tightly, the wind was gushing ever louder, where was the place of happiness, whether it had disappeared and vanished like a ring that fell into the sea or the instinct of the umpteenth time wound.

It is difficult to find explanations, regrets and desires as if they were completely gone. The ship carrying Captain Lasha and his crew and men was traveling very fast, the entire sail was stretched and it seemed like the weather was also friendly with them. The wind pushed the ship, the gusts of strong wind accompanied the atmosphere filled with a sense of anxiety.

***

The next day, the atmosphere was still early, the ships were already preparing with sails and cargo. Some have boarded the ship.

For some reason or why, in a calm sea without waves, the sun seemed to meet the dim light. On the right and side grumbled impatiently.

In the morning, many pirates departed from their respective places. Of all the pirates who leave, there are some pirates who have hypocritical nature, they are the group of people who pretend to come, only to get a moment to see how the look on the face of Captain Lasha.

A famous old pirate is cold and cruel. How the look on his face saw the only child of the puppet died and was buried in the ground.

Naive, Captain Lasha was sailing home, but their faith was firmly planted, the heirloom in the hands of Captain Lasha could have carried the ship faster, even flying through the clouds.

Counting numbers per number, the souls glare, also drifting into desire without the ability of the wind blowing.

They came in crowds, not a small number, now the ocean on the Maura Hiba continent is filled with large ships.

They all headed to Muara Ujung Alsa village, an island they thought was where Akma Jaya died and where they could stare at the expression of Captain Lasha's ferocity.

Wind blows, clouds drift slowly, the weather clears in the morning. The smiles of some of the pirates were plastered with pleasure.

One of the pirate captains who had a pity and felt sorry for the events that befell Captain Lasha, he brought the whole family and relatives.

He looked up towards the horizon. “Captain Lasha. You are the oldest pirate I want to meet, even you showed greatness, following the battle at Farida Sea. About your son's news this is quite a surprise to me.” The thin-moustached captain pondered, thinking of a pirate whom he admired for his nature and prestige.

A person he has admired for years. Captain Lasha spread charm in many places, he has sailed to many regions, no one does not know him, even news of him will be traced and traced.

***

The wind blows, the coconut leaves wave. On the beach from Muara Ujung Alsa village. White sand echoed the sound of the waves. The quiet sound from him, the little crab and clams terned looks graceful in chatter.

From a distance, the residents stared towards the ocean, lined with ships with large numbers. The wind was blowing, their hair was swinging to the touch of the wind.

“What is this really?” One of the residents stared, then called out to gather the people. Every corner of the house opened the door, they all went out and gathered on the beach.

Tabra listened to the people's cries. “Aisha, did you hear it?” He hurried to find his sister. In the kitchen, Aisha and her mother were chopping onions. Meanwhile, his father is not there, more precisely in charge of replacing the position of Captain Lasha in a special place, a place in the middle of the village.

“Tabra, relax. I heard it too, there's no need for you to panic like that.” His mother was busy cutting onions. Aisha does not speak, she is busy helping her mother.

“Don't they all want to attack us, Captain Lasha is sailing, our village will be pulverized easily by them.” Tabra gives off prejudice. His mother shakes her head.

“There is no such thing, do not make up something that is not.” Her mother was still focused on cutting onions, Aisha still did not speak. Tabra ran away from them, and she quickly headed to the beach.

His mother returned to her head. “Basically the boy has always not heard my words.” She grumbled while chopping onions, Aisha chuckled.

The wind blows, the coconut leaves wave. Tabra runs towards the beach. Arriving there, everything was packed with residents.

Tabra tried to split the crowd, looking around while on her tiptoes, her body squashed on the sidelines of the crowd.

“Hey, give me the way. How are you guys? Have mercy on me.” Tabra shouted a loud voice. People turned their heads, Tabra scowled with her arms crossed. They all understood and welcomed, paving the way for Tabra. Now, the face that had originally frowned showed a sweet smile.

The ship was numerous, more than a count of ten, still majestically sailing in the ocean, clearly displayed in view of the sails and rows of lined ships.

Tabra gawking. The ship's tracks arrived at the shore, tied in thick rope, anchored by anchors thrown into the sand. Each ship dwells gracefully touched by the waves.

Each ship is large. The captains of each ship stared at the crowd. The residents instead— stared at dozens of ships, not dozens. More than that, the ship that anchors to the sand.

One by one from each person stepped— out of the ship. The captains cheered loudly. They sat face to face with each other between groups, grinning.

“Heh, you look young, friend. Long time no see.” One of the captains shook hands with his old friend. Also the others clapped, leaving the busy residents staring at them, also Tabra was silent to notice.

Just this time, a black-haired boy saw a bunch of pirates. His face smiled happily, now he thought the pirates came to his village in peace. Not in the bad guess where before, he thought the pirate group had come to attack. However, this is a good guess, a feeling of relief and tranquility. Aman sentosa's.

***

Finish cutting onions. Aisha heard cheering sounds on the beach. The frequency of the Captain's cheers was clearly heard in his hearing. A girl with two braided hair was curious.

The mother mendehem. “Well, you also want to go there?” His mother looks like she's cooking. Smilingly looking at her daughter's face. A little trying to guess the contents of Aisha's head.

Aisha quickly shook her head. “No, mother. Who wants to go there, I don't want.” He smiled and took the dirty dishes and washed them.

A moment of silence, leaving the sound of fire and cooking. “If mom gets there, you want to come?” His mother tried again to tease, a little focused on what he was cooking.

Aisha was still busy washing, she did not answer. A few moments passed. “Mother wants to go there?” Aisha walked over while putting down the originally dirty dishes. Now, the plate was clean and he put it on the plate rack.

His mother nodded, saying one word with three letters. Ja.

“Ah, yes. The plate is clean, wait for mom to finish cooking, we will leave there.” His mother gave more certainty, Aisha did not answer him, she simply nodded with a smile.

Deep down in feeling. Aisha wanted to prance happily, but she held it back so as not to plug in any oddities. Previously, he said he did not want to leave, it certainly looks strange if he pranced, especially in front of his mother. What does the world say? Her thought.

***

The captains stepped up, as well as his men, even relatives also appeared to get off the ship. Their arrival filled the entire island. Plus the people lined up, they all huddled. Tabra interrupted in the crowd.

“Jeez, this is a lot.” He wiped the temple, sweating his forehead because it was squashed by big-bodied people. Air feels tight, stuffy. The wind blows, for a moment the heat is carried by the wind.

One of the captains asked, “Where is Akma Jaya's residence?” Short question, representing the pirate captains who were all there.

Tabra is near the source of the sound. He frowned in wonder, actually what they wanted, why they asked about the residence of his best friend. Various questions filled his head, a child who had been happy for their arrival, now sprung uncomfortable prejudices.

All the residents seemed to be silent. They were reluctant to say a word, just stared hard, hoping nothing happened. The captain who had originally asked the question let out a slightly long breath.

One of the men raised his hand, saying the residence of Akma Jaya. Jesus, the whole population stared at him in anger. What Captain Lasha said later, if the pirates hurt Akma Jaya.

Tabra clenched her hands, the various prejudices sticking out even more uncomfortable. They all walked towards the residence of Akma Jaya. Arriving on the spot, they pushed open the door, but there was no answer.

They did not say the reason for his arrival, even surprised by the residents who seemed to hide the location of the Akma Jaya residence. It's like a quiet situation to ask.

Many residents were reluctant to say so, only one person said it. The captains looked at each other.

One of the skinny captains stepped on the door. Bounced away and let out a loud sound.

At that moment, Aisha and her mother arrived at the location. From a higher place, they saw a captain stomping on the door until it bounced, only able to cover his dumbfounded mouth.

Also the residents. Tabra was clenching her hands. The other captains seemed to let in and they entered one by one into the house.

Haima heard a commotion outside the house. He wiped his eyes slowly, hastening out of the room. Meet the captains and prevent them from meeting Akma Jaya.

“Haima, it's time for Akma Jaya to be buried, she has left.” A quiet voice from one of the pirates. He knew Haima from news to news, dared to say it at a glance, immediately mention the name without diversity, that the person before him was Haima.

Haima looked at all of them. “My son is not dead, he is still alive, you all have received the wrong news!” He made a sound, broke into tears, fell down his cheeks.

From the explanation he spoke out. Just this time, Haima did a loud speech.

However, the captains still did not listen to Haima's words even they called him being short of sense and made him fantasize that his son was still alive. “Haima, you must accept it, your son has died.”

“Tidaaak! My son did not die, you all left here, the news you received is not true!” Again Haima said loudly, her tears streaming, hoarse voice facing them all.

Some of the captains didn't heed it, instead they were looking for where Captain Lasha's nose was, why she wasn't around here. Oh my God, they remember now. About the news, news about Captain Lasha who sailed to the continent of the Palung Makmur, where maybe they could meet him.

The two captains patted the eel, they all slowly walked out of the house. Haima was still standing in place, but only the body, his heart was still left in the bed of Akma Jaya.

Daritadi Tabra clenched his hands, he could not let them hurt Akma Jaya's mother, as a friend, he tried to ventured, breaking through the crowd.

“Hey, you guys base group of STUPID pirates!” Tabra uttered a speech from a distance. There was only a voice, while the person was invisible. The captains looked around to find out who actually dared to say it.

Hearing those words, the crowd line opened a gap. Every eye was on him, a child, but he dared to say so.

They judge that the child has no manners. Who are his parents. Why he didn't teach his son to speak well. Lightly questions lie in their minds. One of the captains looked angry. He clenched his hands, staring unperturbedly to punch.

“Bokah, you're kind of talking without manners. If it's still a kid. I will easily break your bones to pieces!” One of the big-bodied pirate captains steadied the speech. He threatens and scares.

His mother and Aisha saw, and heard him, and then broke into the crowd.

“Hey, calm yourself. He's just a kid!” say one to the big pirate.

The captains seemed to be silent. The residents defended, brandishing the handheld. Ruckus occurs.

“All of you, get out of here!” Tabra drew the sword she was holding.

The entire islanders were stunned to glance and were curvaceous towards Tabra who was wielding a sword, even her mother saw that it seemed to be rushing, also Aisha was getting nimble to split the crowd.

The crowd seemed to understand and open the way, his mother prevented his son. “Mother, believe. Let me finish off that fat pirate!” Tabra paid no heed to her mother's precautions. Instead he stared, giving his mother confidence.

Aisha looked worried about glancing at her brother's hand holding a sword, according to the record of the value of Tabra's sword academy was indeed more than the people on the island. Tabra was second to Akma Jaya, but to face the pirates, his victory was too thin, it was even impossible to win.

Tabra stepped up leaving her mother who also believed her. Aisha silently gulped. The residents prevented him a lot, again Tabra dismissed him.

The captains staring at the little boy smiled sinisterly. “He's a brave boy, dare to die silly.” They whispered with their partner.

Now, Tabra stared at the huge pirate with a sword in hand. “How dare you, boy!” The big-bodied pirate raised a voice. Meanwhile, the other pirates were silent to notice.

They all realized he was just a child and the words were thrown out of his mouth that still could not control emotions, they could forgive him and understand him.

However, other people—lain emotions, especially responses. Of all that, one of them who looked big body did not accept the words of Tabra that mention stupid sentences. Oh, my God, that little whimper, has no manners, he thought.

Haima wiped away the tears, still fresh in the memory of her child lying down. Tabra pointed the sword at the great pirate.

“You need to know, my best friend named Akma Jaya, he's alive. The news you heard is not true!” He looked a little sharper.

“You fools. You fools believe the news only at a glance hear, fool!” He continued speaking loudly. The people cover their mouths. Oh my God, that sentence is uncomfortable to hear. Think they.

Said the boneless tongue. Others are free to say anything, but one thing. Manners in speaking became a reflection that is not neglected in Muara Ujung Alsa village, Tabra became the gaze of the people. The big-bodied pirate chuckled at it.

“Alright, boy. I'll fight sword with you.” He unsheathed the sword, the crowd forming a circle, surrounding the two of them. Tabra and Aisha's mother stared with her arms resting on her chest, expecting the child's miracle from the mother, the sister of a younger sister could win the match.

Under the blazing sun, the air blows away the heat, the clouds drift slowly. The big-bodied pirate walked towards Tabra saying, “Before we fight and before you die, I will tell you my name.” He looked seriously.

“My name is Gaiha,” said the pirate introduced himself.

Tabra grinning. “Oh, Gaiha. What kind of name is that?” The residents stared in amazement, a small child whom they saw as daring to make a mock remark towards the pirates.

Gaiha is a person with a name. He peaked in anger at hearing that his name had been insulted.

“Bokah, you are presumptuous to insult my name!” Gaiha stared hard. Tabra snorted, staring at her leisurely. He put the sword on his shoulder laughing. “Dumb pirate!”

The inhabitants are gawking. Oh, my God, that sentence came out of his mouth again. Gaiha clenched her hands. Her mother gulped, Aisha clasped her mother's arm— stared at her worried sister.

The wind blows, the coconut leaves wave. The waves rippled on the beach, the crab seemed to stoop into the sand and leave its tracks.

Now, the two of them looked at each other, while the entire population seemed to be looking at them with eyes that did not blink in the slightest.

Seeing the attention of all the pirates and the residents distracted, Haima went into his house and locked the door. Some pirates were seen watching two people looking at each other. With a sword in their hands.

The pirate named Gaiha was not alone. He travels with family. A boy who refers to Gaiha as his father notices Tabra. The boy was named Maisya, a little girl.

“Ayaaah .. stop!” Maisya shouted towards her father, hugging his fat body. Oops ... wrong, big body.

“You have no right to forbid me, get out of here!” Gaiha snapped with sangar's face. There's no smile. At that time, like a night swallowed by the void, people gulped. Hearing the loud snapping, Maisya cried, shedding tears.

A father who had been regarded as a lamp, now dims the light. In the midst of so many people, she cried. The little boy was approached by his mother, he was quickly hugged and kept away from Gaiha's side.

Tabra stared at him. “Okay, what kind of father are you? Look at your son crying so!” Tabra pointed to a child who was in the arms of Gaiha's mother—istri.

Dust particles drifted in the wind. “Bokah, you talk too much!” Gaiha sharpened speech. More than just a gaze, he peaked a blackish glow.

As the population is tense, the first stage is forced to squeal the tribe. The world turned and the sun remained high shining. His mother gulped back, hoping nothing would happen.

Aisha watched it, an uncomfortable face to look at, she showed no other movements. No mouth talking, no voice heard. Everything is quiet korantang.

Gaiha shouted a loud voice, then darted towards the little boy who had called him stupid, also insulting his name. The little boy who had been looking at him sharply, also questioned what kind of father he was. It is unforgivable, Gaiha thought.

Everyone has different emotions, there are people who do not see how a child speaks. Swallowed whole without being able to judge. The wind blows, the coconut leaves wave.