The Black Pirates

CH. 37 – Teacher & Student

The voyage of Altha with the crew and Qaisha who will be the teacher of the three children who have been waiting for her arrival, now they have all arrived on the island of Butariya.

A peaceful gust of wind gently whirred touching the body that was now on the verge of pleasure. Oh, ooh. The horreeee!

The choppy ocean is calm, the breathable air of the cruise is soothing. It was so exciting that the crew enjoyed it and are now grateful that more sentences they said after arriving nothing happened.

The previous feeling when sailing said various anxieties have now disappeared. Happiness rose as the sunlight that radiated from the look of their faces seemed to shine on the world with a bright beam of light bathed in wet sweat muttering in gratitude. They felt very grateful and endlessly joking with each other, comforting each other.

One of the ship's crew sighed, staring at the ocean they had been through.

“I know this is a little different than I expected, but I remain grateful.”

“What do you expect?” ask one of the crew members.

“I wish I could fight against pirates, but the reality I met is not so, friend.” That person rubbed it with a smile that looked charming, even his teeth seemed to shine.

Thumbs up. His friend stared laughing. And Qaisha as the one who will teach weapons science to the three children on the island of Butariya was breathing for a moment. Looking towards the island.

Altha looked at him. “What's up, Qaisha?”

While stroking his white beard Altha approached, staring with a steady countenance asking. Expecting complicated things like a tangled rope knitted yarn.

Qaisha again took a slow breath, trying to shut up. Opening his eyes for a moment, continued to look at Altha who was approaching him.

“Nothing, Altha. About this I feel like I haven't traveled around the world and this island like you said it was called Butariya. Once upon a time I had heard rumors going around. He said on this island there are creatures that are feared among pirates about a creature called kraken. Is that true, Altha?”

Qaisha questioned the matter during which many rumors circulated by word of mouth. Imagining the raging feeling within him formed an extremely agitated feeling of fretting over the imminent danger.

Altha nodded seriously. “Yes, all of that is true. Even just last night we were staring at a bigger kraken than just the rumors going around. His extraordinary form, even his body and his whole body, was clear, even in the darkness of the night, but for me it was a fortune that I could see more clearly and it was incredible. Rumors that have been circulating among pirates and the community are indeed true.”

Altha explained the real thing at length. Qaisha listened full-fledged, full of a sense of deflation and discomfort in the mind of his mind for now.

“Qaisha, regarding the Kraken creature that is indeed true, you need not fear about it. You need to know the Kraken only shows up at night, it won't show up during the day. This island became a place to sleep with the head stuck into the sea and its tentacles protruding to the beach. Back then as long as we don't bother him, he won't attack us.”

Altha explained again. Qaisha nodded. “Begukah, Altha. You are an incredible observer.”

“It wasn't my observation, Qaisha.” Altha.

For him why lie with what is in the eye that is only limited to a temporary. The world is not long enough to breathe without end.

Tired of tired in terms of finding the meaning of life that berbersit in mind. Make rivers glow that reconcile the atmosphere.

Actually it was not an observation of an Altha. He simply said the thing he knew all along was like water on his head.

“Then whose observation?” Qaisha looked at tanya. Even a little bit of cringing.

Altha is indeed a different person from Qaisha kira. Altha was a simple figure to him, not easy to recognize the property of others as his. Even a famous drug finding, he is a healer who does not ask to be seen or praised.

During this time the feeling that was discussed at length melted the hot tears into the body that very clearly felt save the feeling so beautiful. It was so beautiful like the radiance of a jewel that melted in a furnace of fire. Forming a beautiful bouquet that is very pampering the eyes.

“All that is Akma Jaya observation. That's the observation of a kid you're going to train.” Altha stroked her beard.

Qaisha now seemed interested in hearing that. The look of a smiling face and the feeling he was trying to hide. From the beginning Altha is so very often mention Akma Jaya.

Qaisha pretends not to care about any of it, despite the feeling of painting a sentence that questions it. He was trying to hide it.

“Altha, during this lifetime I feel the color so clearly emblazoned like a beautiful pearl grain. This seems like you want to invite me to think about being interested in training that child, you seem to deliberately overestimate the atmosphere for me to be interested. Are you lying to me now?” ask Qaisha.

Altha laughs. “Life is a little weird sometimes, man. We used to look in the opposite direction. I know all about the problems that happen in this life. It is sometimes mixed up in multiples of color that form a complicated explanation in this life. In all the colors that are stared at temporarily, this is the beginning of togetherness that I cannot imagine. I never lie, man. Haven't you recognized me enough as a healer all this time?”

Qaisha murmured not to remain silent in this matter. “Yes, you are a healer who is busy reading thick books and always eager to live the day, through the gloomy days.”

“I believe in you!” Qaisha continued speaking in a stern voice, her upright body standing staring slightly laughing.

“Akma Jaya is a hope that may be the answer to everything. I hope the ocean that has been raging will be peaceful someday.”

Altha stared in the shade. The muttering countenance looked at Qaisha with such a burning sense of confidence.

“You believe so much in all this. However Akma Jaya is only a child without you knowing whether hope is a lie or just a mere trick that extends the mind to the pseudo-present without the end of tears and roars of nestapa!” Qaisha explained the words that exceeded the desire of a teacher in a pearl word.

The word that falls is extraordinarily high and fills the room of the mind with millions of suspended atmospheres and gives a meaning that cannot be captured by logic and common sense, even feels very different.

Altha rubbed her beard again. “Iya, I believe and that is also the hope of Captain Lasha being poured onto him!”

“Captain Lasha?!” Qaisha was slightly stunned upon hearing that. Captain Lasha is a famous cold-blooded captain.

“You know Captain Lasha?” Qaisha asked with a tense face.

The atmospheric thump is a very stressful feeling and feels much different from the beginning of a meeting. This is a feeling that when discussed will extend the word to the end of a very extraordinary line.

“Iya, I knew him a while before he died!” Altha looked seriously.

Qaisha grew even more astonished when she heard him directly. Puyuuh, a puff of breath tense, his heart resuscitated tup tup imagined a captain who had been famous turned out to have died. How come? The glance of the question formed a majestic building in the mind of his mind, forming a stream that extended its breadth.

Asking questions that ripple great and meet every world cup event that extends to all corners of the imagination and boils down continuously the word in its heart.

“Altha, how could that possibly happen? Captain Lasha who has been famous for being cold-blooded and extraordinary turned out to be dead?!” qaisha asked with wide-eyed eyes.

Altha looked at the astonishment. “Why do you look like a person with no logic. Does not every human being have a life and no matter how strong he will surely feel death. Promise of our lives in the womb.”

“And actually man was created by the Almighty with a weak body condition, breaking one vein only. Then it will be fatal for someone's life.”

Altha again spoke of a matter far from the expectations of Qaisha. The word of high science and the taste that was stirring in his heart raged.

“Altha, actually that is not what I mean and about what you said before I do know all that, humans like us are actually created weak. No matter how strong one's life will end in its time. However, before I was only limited to asking you about the cause of Captain Lasha's death, this is so I can't believe it!”

Qaisha explained the intention of the previous speech which only weighed on the feeling when he heard Altha's words that seemed to wipe his white beard.

Heart beat and rhythmic shortening. Allowing the darkest thoughts under the clouds to cover the mind completely.

Altha looked seriously. “Do you not believe the words I told you before, Qaisha?”

“Altha, I didn't mean it.” Qaisha answered succinctly.

“Oh, okay. Sorry, I have said things that seem to be a burden on your mind in thinking about this problem.” Altha continued to speak calmly. Staring full of steady faces.

“And I want to apologize to you, Altha. Because sometimes speech is not always captured perfectly, sometimes it can be misunderstood and so forth.” Qaisha replied in a soft speech.

“Altha, I trust you. Can you now tell me that!” Qaisha continued to stare with a definite face.

Altha rubbed back her beard. Little smile. “I'm sorry once again, Qaisha. I can't possibly tell it now because it's such a long story. Summarize this Captain Lasha has been killed and Akma Jaya is the son of Captain Lasha!”

To Qaisha the tone of Altha's speech sounded sharp, even as if it was piercing her feelings for now.

Qaisha gulps. Screaming all over his body knowing that a captain who had been famous was killed and he just found out that Akma Jaya was the son of Captain Lasha. A great feeling.

They are still on board. Clutched near the mast of the ship while occasionally gazing towards the ocean.

Their ship had now perched on the shore, even its anchor had been dropped into the sand. The three children were staring faithfully waiting for the faces that had finished sailing through the sea with the help of the wind to the city of Taiya.

“Tell me!” Qaisha.

Altha mendehem's. “Later when there is a long time for the two of us to talk freely, then all of that I will tell you. By the way the three children have been waiting for us there, we better approach them before the boredom in their minds approaches him first!”

Qaisha grunted disappointedly. “True, that's what I'm currently thinking too.”

Altha glanced at the glimpse of a smile moving away severing the conversation. “I will get off the ship first.”

Qaisha kept quiet as she nodded. Staring at the ocean with a shady view and still carrying questions that repeatedly shake his mind. How could a captain who had been famous all this time be killed? And what's the cause? Who could kill him? Many questions filled his mind at this moment. And it turns out that the child that Altha told me about all this time was Captain Lasha's son. How could the boy be on the island of Butariya? What is the meaning and explanation of all that has happened? A long explanation and many questions.

Altha did not say much to explain it, now wanted to get off the ship and slowly walk down the deck.

Meanwhile, Akma Jaya with Tabra and Aisha have been waiting for a long time on the beach. Staring at the ship waiting for the arrival of Altha and the crew. Smiling waiting.

Look at the bright faces of the three of them cheerfully staring at the arrival of a large ship with a skull with a red flag.

“Uuhh, tuna fish chips!” Tabra was impatient.

Akma Jaya and Aisha compactly stared laughing. Tabra did not care about the two of them, busy staring at the ship with excitement. Fisting with cheers. Waiting for Altha's arrival felt so long, she was very impatient.

Altha's nostrils are now visible in the vision of the three children who are waiting for their arrival. His feelings are also very happy. Mumbled the taste of all the colors of beauty.

“Uuuh, tuna fish chips!” Tabra again cheered.

“Hei, Tabra. Calm down a little, you're the one who yells on!” Aisha stared solemnly at the fist wanting to punch.

Tabra sticking out her tongue. “As of me!”

“Iih, basic!” Aisha growling.

He had previously clenched his hands.

BUCK!

Tabra was hit by a slap on the head, now rubbing her head. Aisha was very angry. Debate occurred to throw each other speech until Akma Jaya was trying to divorce them. Altha stared from a distance looking a little laugh staring at the look of Tabra's face is amazing funny.

Tabra who was staring at Altha seemed to be in no mood anymore with Aisha. He made a funnel with ten fingers. Make a sound.

“Altha, do you remember my message? Hey, do you also remember saying you wanted to bring me tuna fish chips?!” Tabra exclaimed to remind Altha.

Aisha covered the ears. “Tabra, your voice makes my ears hurt!”

Akma Jaya laughed. “Aisha, stop. Tabra is now happy, you don't spoil the fun.”

Tabra. “Nah, right that's what Akma.” says

Aisha shriveled feeling that no one was supporting her. Crossing both hands under the chest.

Altha was now still descending the ship looking smiling at Tabra's cry that was shrieking a loud voice. When he got off the ship perfectly. An old healer immediately pulled out of the package, giving the tuna ikam chips to the child who had been crying impatiently waiting for him longer.

Tabra now looked pleased. He quickly took it. Eaten. Beuh, so voracious, he spent it in a matter of minutes. Akma Jaya and Aisha are quite reluctant to eat it.

Although Tabra previously made small talk, even gave it to her and told them to eat with her. The two boys shook their heads. Only Tabra was happy to eat it now.

Meanwhile, Qaisha is still on board. Silence without a sound for a moment. Satisfied looking at the ocean. He slowly got off the ship as well. Walk slowly towards the three of them.

Tabra gulps. Whispering into Altha's ears. “Hei, Altha. Who's that?”

“He is the one who will train the three of you.” Altha whispered back.

Tabra smiled. His face was like a balloon. Haha, this is what is steady actually.

One of the people who when gazed at Qaisha was only one child, Akma Jaya, which made him very curious. With a definite step approaching.

“Are you the person that Altha meant named Akma Jaya?” Qaisha stared firmly at Akma Jaya.

Alleged in his mind. Reverberates fill the air. Tabra felt quite astonished as to why it was only Akma Jaya that he called. Too.

Choose love not to look at who is next to him left and right. Tabra was satisfied muttering in his mind. Not accept such treatment.

Before that, they sailed across the ocean. Between Qaisha and Altha much discussed about Akma Jaya, Qaisha continued to question about Akma Jaya to Altha and the old healer replied according to what he knew.

That was why it became the curious material of his brain now. Qaisha looked seriously. Meanwhile, Tabra snorted, staring.

Now, Qaisha again questioned the same matter directly to Akma Jaya, while Altha seemed to listen to what Qaisha asked. He spoke for a moment nothing.

“Iya, my name is Akma Jaya,” replied Akma Jaya while pointing at herself.

With a sure look, staring with a serious look. While Tabra felt increasingly dislike like not being considered. Qaisha is annoying in her eyes.

Tabra Daritadi was not stared at at all. He really doesn't like it. People don't know feelings. The murmuring of the voice boils down in his mind at this moment.

Qaisha showed a radiant smile. “Listen, Akma Jaya and the two of you, from now on I will be your teacher for you to practice weapons. So prepare yourself to practice under my guidance and my direction!” Qaisha explained with a firm word.

Tabra doesn't like to hear it. Qaisha was truly favoritism, only the name Akma Jaya was mentioned, while her name was not mentioned at all.

It's grim! People don't know the feelings of others. Tabra spoke in her mind, feeling dislike for that. Hey, comeon. Do not choose such love makes others less comfortable feeling.

“Why do you just mention Akma's name. What about the two of us?” Tabra cut off Qaisha's words quickly after Qaisha finished speaking.

Qaisha stared looking at her, only smiling back while slightly nodding her head. “Consider that because I don't know the names of the two of you.”

That's the reason. Tabra was astonished. “Eh, wait. How could you possibly know the person next to me is called Akma Jaya?”

Tabra did not run out of questions. Altha shook her head. Even as Aisha stared dislikefully, her brother was like a person who did not know any manners at all towards the person older than her.

“About that before Altha had talked a lot about Akma Jaya to me. He gave me a lot of introduction information before.” Qaisha explained without much protest.

“Heh, Altha. Why is it only Akma you explained to him? Me and my sister why don't you call it too?” Tabra was now staring intently at Altha.

Turning the gaze that originally looked at Qaisha growled, now blaming everyone with a sharp look towards Altha.

Tabra did not even hesitate to stare dislike. Shriveling.

Altha laughed trying to break the atmosphere. “Tabra, if you want to know there are many things that I cannot explain everything. Let it be a surprise!” With a raucous voice, the figure of the old healer explained the meaning of his words.

“Ah, where can it be. You can forget both of us.” Tabra crossed hands.

Looking back seriously. “But, stop. No need to talk about it anymore!”

Akma Jaya smiled as she patted Tabra's shoulder. “I think what Altha said has a point. Tabra, think about it like it's better this way, it even feels like a surprise between you to get to know each other. And it will be a memorable moment, right?”

The words of Akma Jaya heard in Tabra's ears now come out like cool water that relaxes. “Hmmm, it looks like it makes sense, Akma.”

Tabra laughed turning her gaze towards Altha who was originally to blame.

“Altha, okay. This does not need to be discussed anymore, I believe you can not forget me, right?”

Altha smiled back. “Persis is the same as Akma Jaya said. It's a surprise for you to get acquainted.”

Peaceful mood. Qaisha Daritadi just fell silent watching them talk to each other. “Alright, then introduce the names of you two to me!” Qaisha continued to speak after the peaceful situation.

Tabra is not saying much anymore. He bowed, paying respect to Qaisha. “Include my name Tabra and she's my sister Aisha.”

Tabra introduced herself and Aisha who had previously whispered asking for her sister to mention her name. Aisha is ashamed to meet. That was the reason why Tabra introduced herself as well as Aisha beside her.

Qaisha looked at understand. “Alright, Akma Jaya, Tabra and Aisha. Now, prepare yourself to train under my guidance and my direction!”

Qaisha repeated the previous remark. Tabra raised her hands high into the air.

“Wait, I just remembered that you have not introduced yourself to us, what is your name?” Tabra now cuts back on Qaisha's words just as Qaisha finished speaking.

Altha looked at a slight smile. Holding laughter. Qaisha's face was different now that Tabra was cutting her words. In fact, long before Altha had explained it.

Tabra simply repeats the question sentence. It was likely that he did not want to feel vain in terms of asking, once asked less satisfied. Altha could have lied. That conjecture was what was then in his mind, ascertaining the truth.

Aisha slightly elbowed Tabra's arm. “Hey, you're being disrespectful asking like that.” A little whisper into her brother's ear.

“Let it, I want to know the truth!” Tabra whispered back.

Aisha with flat face. “Heleh.”

The two brothers looked at each other, the same as the two.

Qaisha heard it at a glance. Trying to understand a child who is still speaking, while Akma Jaya stared smilingly, also holding back laughter like Altha. That's what he feels right now. Puyuuh, even extraordinary beyond the mind and so forth.

Somehow Altha now felt happy with their togetherness, even felt so pleasant in her heart. Staring at the two brothers doing their behavior that looks very familiar.

Qaisha did not care about it. Looked at with a serious face.

“Include my name Qaisha,” replied Qaisha in a serious tone. The face that was trying to set smiled as brightly.

Tabra and Aisha paused her intention to continue the debate. They listened, looking at Qaisha who introduced his name.

Tabra grunted softly. He already knew her name was Qaisha. That means Altha is not lying. Inner Tabra made a sound looking at the whistle of the eyes. Only Aisha and Akma Jaya do not know the name Qaisha.

“Hopefully you can accept me as your teacher.” Qaisha continued speaking.

Akma Jaya nodded her smile upon hearing that. “Yes, greetings and hopefully the three of us can also be good students and always follow!”

Now Tabra was uncomfortable hearing that. That sounds like an awkward sentence. He also laughed. “Your name is Qaisha? Hahaha, what kind of name is that?”

“Hei, Tabra. Shut up!” Aisha asserts.

“It's not polite!” Back whispering.

“Aisha, you're not engrossed!” Tabra doesn't like it, crossing her arms around her chest.

Akma Jaya mediates between the two of them in order not to be sustainable. Long tired of also mediating them, the brothers are annoying indeed.

Qaisha heard him trying to understand. Reasonably, a little boy.

During this time there were many people he met, but very few met the children. For some reason his heart now felt a different feeling, very serene and felt like it was being blown into a cold wind.

“Alright, I don't think we need to talk so much anymore because you already know my name. So prepare yourself to train under my guidance and my direction!” Again Qaisha repeated his words.

Exactly that speech makes the atmosphere looking for liquid back. The three children stared at Qaisha.

“Yeaah, time. Ayooo we practice!” Tabra cheered loudly, passion. With a fist and a happy face.

Aisha growled near him. Akma Jaya is now looking seriously. “The three of us are ready to train under guidance and direction and ready to be your students!”

“Alright, before we start training. I want to let you know when sailing to this island intending to train you, I brought the weapons that I will give as gifts and forms of introductions between all of us.” Qaisha explained.

“Wait a minute. The gun is still on the ship, I need to pick it up.” Qaisha further explained.

The three children stared seriously, not moving enough to pay more attention to the words of Qaisha.

Tabra was impatient to hear it. He was so excited to see someone who might hold a sword, play it and release it.

Qaisha headed for the ship. Leaving them. He continued to walk towards the ship intending to pick up weapons for the three children.

Minutes passed, Qaisha exited the ship then in his hand was already holding four weapons that were quite good to make Tabra more happy.

“Uuh, Akma. You saw it, didn't you? This is great for me!”

“Iya, Tabra. Looks like you seem really excited, yeah.” Akma Jaya laughed at Tabra's behavior.

“We should be excited about this, Akma. Listen to me as I breathe air. During that time my soul will continue to be excited!”

Tabra took out a pearl word that she liked very much now. Akma Jaya stared back smiling. “Yes, you were like that since I used to know.”

Tabra patted Akma Jaya on the shoulder a little tight. Smiling all smiles.

“You are the same, my friend.”

They both laughed happily. While Altha was there watching the expressions of the three children she stared at with a happy look.

Pleasure that adds sweetness to life. Discuss sentences with millions of colors that delight the atmosphere between them.

Those were three sword weapons and one pistol. Qaisha now distributed each of the weapons.

Akma Jaya received a sword and so did Tabra, while Aisha received two weapons, namely a sword and a gun.

Tabra wondered why her sister had received two weapons at once. How could it possibly happen? He and Akma Jaya only held one weapon and how could his sister receive two weapons at once.

“Do you feel wrong in sharing weapons with us? Why did Aisha receive two weapons. While the two of us only received one weapon? This is not fair!”

Tabra did not take it for granted by Qaisha's decision. It was unfair to him and did not reflect the figure of a teacher.

At the previous moment, Qaisha paid enough attention to the talent that Aisha had. He was a person who could judge one's abilities from just looking at it, he was able to figure it out.

He was born with an edge where he could stare longer than anything. Estimating things with forms that are equally strong in terms of guessing and so forth. Living colors are emblazoned captivating, forming strands that exceed wishful thinking when discussing it.

“Aisha has the talent of holding two weapons and it will be even greater than the two of you.” Qaisha explained to the three of them.

Tabra does not believe. “How can you say as if you know everything!”

Altha held Tabra's shoulder. “Tabra, now you need to know that Qaisha has always had an advantage that cannot be grasped by logic, the gaze of his eyes that was bestowed by the Creator. Qaisha is able to estimate the talents in a person, even if only limited to staring. Some day you will even realize it. Trust me, Tabra.”

“Hahaha, I don't believe.” Tabra laughed as if showing her strongest sense of disbelief. Even very unnatural to catch logic.

“Altha, enough about me that you should hide so that there will be no misunderstandings. I beg you not to say anything more about me!” Qaisha replied filled with a sense that was stirring in his mind.

The feeling that soared into the presence of the Almighty, a sense of stacking that filled the heart with millions of words that stretched his mind somewhere. A sense of breadth stretching out with millions of kilometers of distance.

Tabra stared at the guilty. “Qaisha. It seems you're not lying. This time I believe when I know You are not angry when I say things that can make You feel angry, it turns out You are not angry at all, it becomes the strongest evidence. This time I believe!”

“Tabra, that sense of trust must indeed exist between the feelings of a teacher and the feelings of his students in order to establish a strong relationship and be able to understand each other. Tabra, now you are my student. Even for me you don't have to hesitate to say my sentence and say as usual no need to say your sentence. And somehow that sounds to me uncomfortable.” Qaisha explained while smilingly staring in the shade.

Tabra smile. “Alright, I will obey your words!”

Tabra was now delighted as she clucked in awe in her mind glancing towards Aisha for a glimpse of knowing her sister had such outstanding talent as mentioned by Qaisha.

And he believed all the words of the Qaisha. A little without much to say goes deeper.

At that moment's atmosphere, Altha just suddenly sneered. “If you can you don't rush.”

“Qaisha, do you not want to rest after doing the previous cruise?”

At first glance, Altha's tone sounded like a grandiose, inviting Qaisha to rest, but Qaisha refused. Shaking head.

“Right now I want to train them quickly! As long as I live you know for yourself this is how I train a student. For me speed, also ability is very important, both of them it is their foundation to keep going forward!” Qaisha replied, showing a serious look.

Altha had known him all along. The figure of Qaisha is somewhat selfish, but the teaching he gave is not only wrong. Even almost all the students he trained successfully became a swordsman in his time.

Imagine in the city of Taiya a great war. Many people have learned to Qaisha in order to protect Taiya city from criminals.

Even Kaira himself as the leader of the city directs his soldiers to train under the guidance of Qaisha, as well as his own lover. Reason and self-development that is so know makes the feeling at that time raging worry.

Meanwhile, this time is different from the warrior. There are a lot of pirates in the ocean. Until now their feelings know about various kinds of prejudices so far that are blindly shaken.

“Life is indeed short, Qaisha.” Altha gave a raucous voice reminding.

“However, you should be able to choose the time between continuing to practice and resting!” Continue speaking while away.

Qaisha smile. “It's for sure.”

The three children listened by not wanting to say as a form of courtesy, not interfering in the affairs of others with just any speech.

Altha from a distance turned her eyes away. “Qaisha, you stay the same as before, not changed at all!”

Qaisha smiled hearing that. “This life will indeed continue to go along with the passage of time someone who meets staunchly maintain his attitude always.” Qaisha explained.

Altha brushed her hand. “Heh, Qaisha. You haven't changed!”

He kept walking until he got outside. Qaisha did not frown anymore, staring at the three children before him.

“Mari, we start training!” In a sure voice, Qaisha said.

The three boys nodded. Reply simultaneously. “Ayoo!”

Gibb. They were so excited that the ducks lost their run with them.

Their training began. They began to practice, each sword was in hand. Tabra looks so excited about training. Akma Jaya is the same.

Aisha is now having trouble holding a weapon. He really wasn't used to using it.

What Qaisha said was like it took a very long training so that Aisha could hold two weapons at once. That is in the mind of Tabra at this time.

“Aisha, spirit!” Akma Jaya gives spirit from a distance.

Tabra is the same. “Aisha, you should be this kind of spirit of ours!” Tabra is very supportive.

Qaisha. Then approaching Aisha who was insisting on holding a weapon seemed to be hardship. It was so ungraspable for Aisha.

“This weapon is very heavy!” Aisha grumbled in annoyance.

“I can't use it!” Aisha again grumbled very annoyed.

“Aisha, believe in the hidden talents you have. Hold your weapon once more, make sure you hold it tightly and feel the hidden talent you have!”

Qaisha came to give the direction in a firm voice. “Mook up and feel deeper so you can use it!”

Akma Jaya and Tabra appear to provide similar support. Aisha was excited to hold hands.

“Aisha, spirit!” Akma Jaya exclaimed from a distance, providing support.

“Ba—good!” Aisha momentarily said she heard Qaisha's voice and direction more carefully. He kept trying his best.

Many times the weapon fell out of her hands, but she kept trying again, again and again continuously trying as Qaisha had said before, that Aisha had the talent of holding two weapons, that's what makes him more excited and staring at the support given by Akma Jaya.

Aisha tried many times. The weapon repeatedly did not give up regardless of grip.

As if it had a life and was reluctant to be held. Aisha now exhaled a tired breath. Tabra watched from a distance.

Haduuh, the look on Aisha's face looks different than usual. It's even very uncomfortable to look at. Sweat in full swarm in the temple area is not wiped. They even grumble alone.

“Looks like I don't have the talent to hold a gun. Qaisha is definitely lying. How could I possibly, I don't think I could!”

That's a glimpse of Aisha's murmur with the look of her face shrinking. Tabra obviously noticed him laughing a little, but she hid it so as not to get caught by Aisha.

Repot also if Tabra is found laughing at him. Maybe his head will be bumped into tabok and pity later.

“Aisha, don't give up. You can do it, don't give up just now you're not used to using that weapon!” Tabra.

Trying to motivate Aisha so that she is excited and does not give up.

Tabra repeatedly called for a voice. Provides the greatest support for Aisha to keep her spirit in her training.

Especially for Tabra this is just a training exercise. Where everyone who practices, will certainly find it difficult at the beginning. So, it's only natural that Aisha can't, just need effort and keep trying.

Tabra looked up, looking at the sky that contained clouds accompanied by a bluish look charming. “Aisha, if now you are tired of wanting to give up, then look at the sky above!”

Tabra exclaimed pointing to the surface of the sky. Aisha did not understand what Tabra said.

Habits of the Tabra is sometimes confusing and his feelings are not comfortable to think about, annoying. Until then Aisha looked at him very furious, even her ears hurt when she heard it. Tabra is now a figure that Aisha does not like very much.

“Hei, Tabra. If speaking it is clear!”

Aisha shouted back loudly, not liking Tabra's previous call. Basic unclear—batin Aisha voiced.

“Aisha, you remember the same old man said when we were in the village first. He said the universe is too vast, not appropriate for someone echoed a grievance. Just live and live life as it should. That's how he says!” Tabra reminded Aisha. His voice was louder than before.

That's what the old man said in Muara Ujung Alsa village first. The incident occurred in the rice field where one of the young men sat together Tabra and Aisha chatting with each other until the old man came over. Join them in chatting until the old man's mouth spoke at length about his life experience so that the young man and Tabra, also Aisha can learn from him, take a wisdom contained in it.

Aisha closed her mouth. “Oh, yes. That was. Now I remember it.”

Tears for a moment want to drip. However, Aisha tried as it held her back so as not to drip. That is, Aisha who now remembers him again wants to cry exactly on the scene all of it like being there. Missed by various events in Muara Ujung Alsa village first.

The miss is deep. A relationship that has been around for a long time, long in desire without a real end.

The village that has become a poranda ravage, as well as its inhabitants who have been killed all. Imagine all that Aisha could not afford to stare any longer.

He holds tight to his weapons, determined to take revenge against the pirates who have destroyed his village.

“True. I should be able to!” Aisha shouted louder than before. Stronger is determined that he is capable and can be the strongest.

Tabra rubs her nose. “Aisha, spirit!”

“You should be able to!”

More freely of course. A face filled with smiles, and a bit of laughter. Togetherness they feel more fresh stared at, more comfortable felt.

Qaisha watched as if remembering the past. Where he used to be with Kaira as a child practicing, this is what feels past over past.

Reminiscent of the past, the time that has passed, all the time. Tears that fall down flowing roar, stifled as if clouds cloudy in the sky, can not be dammed with a single look. Life is different. It's more of a deep taste.

The remembered taste

It won't be strangible

Oh ... missing taste

Love and affection

He used to give me a flower

Beautiful orange-leaved flowers

Happiness of youth

With him sister

Qaisha chanted a verse inside her mind. The feeling he had once felt was reminiscent of raindrops drenching the barren plains of feeling. Flowing into the rivers. Life that feels peaceful first seems to want to repeat time.

What is the power and effort

The old days can't come back

Feelings of regret later

The falling leaves floated up remembering dead

O heart

Be happy for now

Tomorrow and always like this

Qaisha again chanted the verse in his mind. Oh. the wind that blows from south to north, send greetings Qaisha to the lover who lives in Taiya city there. He still loves her, he still loves her. Oh. the wind that blows from all directions, send greetings to the lover who lives in the city of Taiya there. He still loves her, he still loves her.

Kaira a leader in Taiya city there suffered further torment of the uncertain atmospheric turmoil of the blind eye of the provisional office. A color that is stared at as pseudo. The color that is stared at blankly.

Qaisha looked up, staring at the bluish-plastered sky and swarming clouds.

“Kaira, this long wait that ends will I be able to tell you more. And it feels like loving you is my way of life, I can't get rid of the feeling I feel for myself. This feeling continues to burden me from time to time. Day after day always remember you. Although at that time I intend to escape from that promise, I can not deny the city of Taiya stand on promise and live as if we are together. I can't forget you, Kaira.” Qaisha was still staring at the sky on the island of Butariya.

Meanwhile, in the sky Taiya city was overcast with echoes of lightning striking. Kaira at her halfway place stared out the window. The same, remember Qaisha.

“Qaisha, I miss you. Exactly in this weather you were present with a verse comforting me. With a tone that made me feel calm. I am afraid of thunder and thunder, you are here to calm me. When will you return, it will be as easy as you let go of that promise and leave me. Oh, Almighty God. My miss sense is so great feels.”

Kaira is afraid of lightning and thunder. Just as it was cloudy with a bright light in the sky, the figure of the lady was stunned in the window staring at the gray sky. Before long, a dazzling lightning came. Kaira felt a sense of fear and hastened to close the curtain.

He closed his ears. With the same raging feeling as Qaisha, yearning for each other.

The feelings are equally shared. A calm face was stared at, apparently keeping a secret in the bottom of the heart. A feeling that has long been felt.

Qaisha wiped her tears. For a moment, he looked back at the three children who were practicing with each other. They are now officially teachers and students, fighting together and excited. They practice with the same feeling to strengthen each other's resolve.

Qaisha hoped to be able to provide lessons that the three children could receive easily. Not complicated, he did not intend to complicate the practice, just that since the first is how the practice he taught to the students without exception of anyone he.

“Hopefully they can also understand the way I taught. This is the first stage of my unusual training.” Qaisha muttered in more detail paying attention.

While Aisha is still strong practicing with her hands and mind determined. “I can definitely!”

“Aisha, remember there is plenty of time for us to continue to be able to practice and this is the first day. You can't give up hope, keep up the spirit!” said Akma Jaya just as Tabra gave support to Aisha to keep the spirit.

Aisha nodded. “Alright, Akma, Tabra. I will try it on, I will not give up,” replied Aisha while showing a smiling face.

In their training, Qaisha as a teacher was busy watching attentively, giving directions and examples of some sword moves that they had to remember and carefully watch.

Qaisha clucked in awe at Tabra's speeding ability with a movement that he could easily learn.

Somehow different stares with Akma Jaya who seemed to lose the ability of the sword. Qaisha stared in surprise at Akma Jaya.

From a distance, he noticed all the sword movements of Akma Jaya and it looked terrible. Even disappointing with a score of 50 below the standard that applies in the academy.

Qaisha approached Akma Jaya. Installed intention wants to provide effective direction and teaching.

“Akma Jaya, like you have trouble doing the exercises I gave you. So, for a moment feel the will of your sword, direct it slightly following the movement of the wind, unite yourself with the wind that touches the tip.”

Qaisha explained more about it, even very extraordinary viewed with teaching techniques from himself which is fairly decent.

Akma Jaya nodded. “Alright, I will try as much as I can!”

“Good, feel more freely moving in the direction of the wind.” Qaisha again gave the directive.

The figure of the teacher is what is felt beyond imagination, serenely seized soul thrashing for the umpteenth time.

Akma Jaya returned to training with determination and a burning spirit. As if the embers were burning. He continued to train hard swinging the sword.

“Akma, I don't know why I've been watching you it seems like your movement is weakening. Is it possible that it happened because you were previously exposed to poison and I'm sure your sword ability now seems to have completely disappeared. It's all because of the poison that day that resides in your body.” Tabra looked concernedly at Akma Jaya.

Allegedly the cause of all that is because of the poison that previously entered the body of Akma Jaya. A guess that can be right or wrong, all of that is uncertain.

Akma Jaya also thought so. But why think about it now.

“Possibly what you said is true, Tabra. My sword ability is now weakened and that may be the cause. But, now I will try even harder so that I can restore the ability of my sword that has disappeared!”

Akma Jaya is optimistic. Screaming, “I can definitely!” With a severed breath, he swung the sword guided direction that Qaisha had given him earlier.

Tabra was getting excited to hear it. “Alright, I will also definitely be stronger than you, Akma!”

They both train with determination, as well as intense competition such as muscular bodies, racing to lift the heaviest wood. Until the winner is determined.

These are the people who are competing with each other. Prove yourself who is the strongest and greatest.

Qaisha looked at them with a gaze that showed a happy expression as it saw the three of them were extremely excited in the training he was given.

Meanwhile, Altha had rested inside her house. Tiredness had enveloped his body and it was only natural that an old healer with a body that was no longer young, but Altha still had some desires to manifest.

In another condition of it all, he suffered from a type of cough-cough disease, but not a cough in general. He knew his age would not be long because of the reference of some patients who had come to him, various diseases available medicine and can be treated, but the old disease has no cure and cannot be treated. He knew very well the condition of his body because he was a physician.

In short Altha rested. In contrast to Qaisha who seemed busy paying attention to the training of the three of them.

In Qaisha's eyes the three of them were quite magical. Easily digest the instructions it gives. Qaisha's experience of teaching for quite a long time, had met many disciples, understood the attitude and nature of his students.

That's what's on his mind. This was the first time that Qaisha had obtained a disciple who did not take long to digest the teaching process.