The Black Pirates

CH. 4 – Practice Sword

Hot weather around the earth, right on an island called Muara Ujung Alsa Village where the air feels boiling in the crown.

Sweat sweat splattered, inside the house clearly felt stuffy and the air seemed to thin. The body is steamed in a cooking pot.

Captain Lasha trained his men under the scorching sun.

“When you train and fight with each other, when the sun is hot, tired and thirsty will be your reference to rest, then make rest as your enemy.”

“Happy practicing.”

After that, he left from before them, the sword training they did was like a pile of fire-burning rice. I don't know where the attitude that had been starting to subside, likely due to that day, the day that Captain Lasha was furious because she saw the behavior of Akma Jaya.

He witnessed it himself, a child growing spoiled. However, in other things he can not dwell because it is limited to the movement of doing Akma Jaya as he wants, as he wants, Haima was like a strong shield again firmly standing up to protect Akma Jaya from the coercion of Captain Lasha who intended to train him.

Now, Haima seemed to fan Akma Jaya, a clear affection she showed.

“Mother, thank you.” Akma Jaya spoke softly to her mother.

“Akma Jaya, do you know the wisdom of heat?” ask Haima.

“What's mom's silver lining?” Akma Jaya asked back while scratching her head.

“For you to be grateful for the cold, sometimes when it's cold, when the body shivers, know what sinking times people think?” ask Haima again.

“What do they think?”

“They think of warm coffee, sometimes bring themselves closer to the pile of embers, sometimes also wear thick clothes to feel warm, hot and cold both are things to be grateful for.”

“Iya?” tanya Akma Jaya.

“Yes, Akma Jaya. Life is created in pairs, always opposite. There is day, there is night. We as beings are simply grateful for the gift of the Creator.” Haima said the word full of tenderness, a voice that came out cold.

The air that originally felt hot, now seemed to cool down.

“Mother, there are good people, means there are bad people, yes?” ask Akma Jaya plain.

“Iya, it is better not to make it as a reference both.” Haima gave a puzzling glimpse.

“What does mother mean?” ask Akma Jaya again.

“You look at the tree branch, when it broke and fell, did you know the tree has compassion for it or not?”

“Maybe.”

“Evil is seen unilaterally and good is seen unilaterally, the two often clash, bad people do not look at good people, while good people look at bad people.” Haima.

“Deserve from both things, be yourself, not as a twig and tree that I mentioned earlier,” said Haima explained.

“Ranting is part of the tree, although one goodness, as long as it is done continuously will take root and grow as a towering tree, the, the words of the mother were likened to evil as a branch that fell and was not seen by the tree, so make yourself a land that receives and welcomes it.”

“The place we stand on, the land does not mind, do not easily insult because it is just a mistake, accept it and never forget yourself, do not forget, sometimes too strong on the good can forget the world and forget to consider yourself the best in the universe and insult others, it is even worse to see others always doing evil as if he is the only good in this world.”

“The bad man does not look at the good man.look at the twig when it falls, he does not look at the tree as good as if he does not want to learn to be good, the good of others can be used as an example, while the bad guys don't want to see it.” Haima said at length, while Akma Jaya listened and listened carefully.

He simply nodded his head and flinched in his mouth.

“Akma, that's life.”

“Mother, mother's explanation is quite long.”

“Hihihi.” Haima laughed a little.

“Oh, yes. Mom, when did you let me train with you?” ask Akma Jaya.

“Later, wait there will be time. Currently, study with mom, there are many things you want to explain.”

“Iya.”

Outside the house, right in the sky of the horizon, slowly the clouds were rumbling, it covered the sunlight and the wind was blowing quite fiercely, the misfortune was waving and following the comfort, the originally hot atmosphere was boiling into peace already.

Sweat that was originally wet, now slowly dries. Akma Jaya in the house is still fanned by her mother.

In contrast to Captain Lasha's men, they all conducted rigorous training without permission to rest, Captain Lasha had originally left them, but now she was paying attention and directing with a firm and rogue attitude.

“Cash movement!” Captain Lasha was furious. Creepy face.

“Do the movement correctly!” He continued his voice.

Behind the bush, Tabra lurks and supervises the training of the men. He saw and heard clearly about the movements as well as the thunderous screams of Captain Lasha.

His men shrieked like snow melted near the fire. Indeed the weather often changes, the winter in the months of memories becomes a hard-to-remember memory—lindu want to meet.

“Bring Captain Lasha is amazing, they all look scared.” Tabra muttered as she was busy watching behind the bush.

“If I were like him.” He began to fantasize, in a training place he ordered and gave a teaching.

A few hours later.

BUYUR! like water, he woke up from his delusion. “Jeez, I'm imagining, too.” Now, he slapped his own face.

Sometimes the delusion arises as a result of a fondness for something and can not reach it or more than that, something that is seen by the eye barges into the spare of the heart and leaves a false shadow.

Captain Lasha clenched her hands. Tabra saw clearly behind the bush.

A loud voice again sounded thunderous. They shake their ears and cannot hear them.

Captain Lasha showed an extinguished light on his face.

“Now, it's time to prove the practice I've been teaching, you all join forces to form a group and then move on to attack me!” Captain Lasha gives an order to open their insight to the fight.

Tabra clearly heard it, a fleeting remark rang out, but she thought for a moment, the voice was out steady and it seemed like she was too amazed as a result of exceeding the portion of—, anything that looks in front of the eyes as if the food is filling can provide nutrients and energy.

But food is a kind of mirage. When he was starving in the barren desert, what to say when he ate it, it turned out that the food was just a lump of sand that resembled food.

Deceived in view.

Even more dangerous, the sucking sand is calculated by river water, it splashes and sinks due to being sucked deeper.

The ranks of the men formed a group. They banded together to beat up Captain Lasha according to the orders he gave.

Captain Lasha smirked. “Good, you are quite steeped in training, never hesitate, consider me as your enemy and kill mercilessly.”

Their faces all seemed tense and reflexively gulped.

“Captain, is it true what you said?” asked one of the people who was held down with a hand that looked weak. He held a weapon, his hands were trembling.

“Heh, you guys are too timid, death is something that is bound to happen.” Captain Lasha replied casually.

“But, Captain—”

“Heh, you say like looking down on me, I won't die that easy, you trash!” Captain Lasha attacked loudly.

“You all trash!” Captain Lasha again hurled a distinctive diatribe.

When he heard the scolding, the men cheered. “If so, we will not hesitate to commit murder. Today we will all prove that we are not a trash.”

“Good prefix words, now prove that all of it is true or you are all indeed trash!” Captain Lasha replied quite a cynical grin.

“I have ordered you to form a group, have any of you become a leader?” continued Captain Lasha asked cynically.

“Not yet, Captain.” One of them replied.

“Heh, no?” Captain Lasha was surprised by the cynical style of speech.

“Iya, Captain.”

“Then you said, be a leader of the group!” Captain Lasha said loudly, the men heard in agreement. While the person chosen as the leader of the group gulped in fear, hoping nothing would happen.

Of course, for a leader to be responsible for the defeat of the group, even more horrified to be humiliated and ostracized for failing to lead.

“Now, go ahead to attack!” Captain Lasha exclaimed loudly.

Each of the men drew a sword and tried to advance to attack Captain Lasha, all of which they did on orders.

At that moment, Captain Lasha was enough to fend off all attacks easily without being scratched in the slightest by the slash of the sword.

His skill in combat was really mature, Captain Lasha smiled sinisterly as she was used to going through the days of fighting, an experience they never expected.

“Captain, you are very great.” One said and that was only to outwit the opponent's movements. However, Captain Lasha had a strong premonition of it, she could guess the way of recklessness.

“Heh, you should know, make an attack not by mouth, but by sword, prove you are not a trash!” Captain Lasha spoke again. A quick look at what Captain Lasha said was macho.

“Captain, I give up.” One of the spokes.

“True, I will also give up.”

“Good. Get out of this exercise and never come back!” Captain Lasha showed a look of anger that made them run to pieces.

His mind is not good, chaotic due to meeting his son who looks spoiled.

While in the house. Haima smiled and was just happy spending time with her beloved son.

He continued to care and care for her, giving her affection that exceeded the beauty of the world.

“Akma Jaya, I have something for you.”

“What is mom?”

“This carrot.”

“Carrot?”

“Eh, hehehe.. mother forgot, this has been cooked so the name changed.” Haima laughed for a moment.

“Then what's his name?” tanya Akma Jaya was full of wonder.

“Sup carrot.”

“Wah, it looks delicious!” Akma Jaya smiled widely and hastened quickly to retrieve it.

“You like?” ask Haima.

Akma Jaya is tasting it voraciously. “Iya, mother. I like!” Akma Jaya exclaimed with pleasure.

“Later, I will make you carrot soup every day.” Haima said as she gently stroked the head of Akma Jaya.

“Iya?” tanya Akma Jaya.

“Hihihi, yes.”

“Mother, thank you.”

“Sama-sama.”

“I love mom.”

“Mother also.”

The two of them hugged each other happily, then Akma Jaya went back to eating carrot soup. Their faces smiled at each other sweetly.

Haima focused her full attention on Akma Jaya, caressing her with gentleness never scolding her.

At the wrong time, such as that day, the day where Akma Jaya forgot to put the towel into place and the origin of the laying—, without the attitude of maintaining tidiness.

“Akma, don't put it just any.”

“Iya, mother. I'm sorry.”

“Other times don't get used to, yes.”

“Iya, mother.”

“Akma, remember one thing. Something that you do and get used to, later you will get used to, mother often teaches you to be orderly and neatly arranged, do not be changed with bad habits again.” Haima spoke softly while holding the shoulders of her son who was watching and listening.

“Iya.”

“Now, mom will put it where it should be.”

“Mother, let me just.”

“No need, leave mom alone.”

“Mibuuu!” Akma Jaya wants to whine.

“Iya, alright.”

Haima smiled and left in front of her. At that time Akma Jaya also put a towel to where it came from, a neatly arranged room with a layout arranged by Haima.

Every day, she sweeps the house and cleans the yard, for her mother is a figure of all things that must be protected and loved, she does not want to make her mother's sweat sweat dripping, just because she does not help.

Haima continued to show her affection, the waves pounding, the air blowing causing coconut leaves to wave ria.

“Akma, get here. Come, mother take a walk around the village,” said Haima Manis said.

“Iya, mother.”

They went around the village, from where he lived and traveled through many places, both of them smiling at each other.

“Mother, what do you feel when you're in the middle of people?” Akma Jaya asked awkwardly.

“Mother? How about you?” Haima did not answer, she asked back.

“I, I'm a little nervous.” Akma Jaya showed an expression like a mental deficiency to stare at people.

“What's wrong, you are not used to it, later you will get used to it, so I take you around.” Haima sat down to say it so that his position was aligned with Akma Jaya.

Then someone passed by. “Hai,” said the man waving. “Hai also.” Haima replied to the man.

“Ayo, Akma ... I will take you around, there are many places we have not visited.” Haima tried to mentally strengthen her son and pinched with a gentle gesture, Akma Jaya nodded afterwards.

They continued to walk through the village until they arrived at the cattle and buffalo farms.

“Mother, what kind of them?” ask Akma Jaya.

“That's a cow and that's a buffalo.” Haima.

“Can they talk?” ask Akma Jaya again.

“No, they can only eat and live quietly to help us all.”

“Help?”

“Iya.”

“Mother, how can they help us all, when they can't talk?”

“The cow can help us with milked milk and drunk for the needs of life, while the buffalo also helps us in managing the farmland, you see the fields in this village, right there, you see, we live by rice. We eat after cooking it and become the rice you see.” Haima.

“We live together trying to make it again and again. We live on an island that has become a village, far from where it is. Sure, those cows and buffaloes help our lives too.” Haima still explained.

“Oh, now I understand.”

“You should be grateful for this life by taking care of them, however they have helped our lives.” Haima spoke softly again, her right hand gently stroking her son's head.

At that time, Akma Jaya looked up to pay more attention to the figure of the mother who was full of tenderness in each speech, he said.

How an innocent child hears it, although sometimes he tries to understand the words of his mother and refuses to question. There was awe that darted straight in the heart, staring and silently listening to the soft words.

“Akma Jaya, it looks like it's time we go home, your father must be waiting at home.” Haima looked at Akma Jaya.

“Alright, mom.” Both of Akma Jaya's hands held tightly to her mother's. They walked back to go home.

Arriving home it turned out to be true what Haima had said, Captain Lasha was waiting for the two of them with a slightly irritated look on their faces.

“Where have you guys gone?” captain Lasha asked in the cold.

“Kanda, we just went around the village to introduce Akma Jaya more deeply about this village.”

Through the utterance of gentleness, the vexation that plagued the old pirates subsided, then turned his face and intended to leave before them.

“Kanda, are you angry?” haima asked paused the footsteps of the old pirate.

Captain Lasha looked over. “No, come in.” He simply looked over, then went inside the house.

Akma Jaya witnessed clearly the figure of his father who is somewhat uncomfortable, for some reason his father's attitude is not the attitude of a father in general.

She wanted to cry, but in the arms of Haima it felt warm and comfortable, the sadness was like disappearing and away from other prejudices. Haima is like a shiny and soft silk thread.

The figure of a dream that may be in the hemisphere there is difficult to find like the figure of him.

Over time leaving traces of life, Haima has spent many days with the former Akma Jaya, she is just a child.

However, Akma Jaya is now fifteen years old. By the time of his present age, he had been allowed by Haima to practice the sword.

Akma Jaya spent her daily time, just practicing the sword, day after day it was passed by training the limbs and sharpening the ability to fight with a sword.

Haima once taught his son about a sword he said to a pirate, a sword is a weapon as well as a friend wherever the ship sailed.

“What's so right, mom?” tanya Akma Jaya seemed to be in disbelief.

“Iya, right. From today, I will give you permission to practice so that you can master it, fight with passion.” Haima spoke softly again then hugged her.

The skill of using the sword, certainly in the spotlight of many people, one of which is famous from Captain Lasha is his skill in using the sword to make himself respected by many people.

News about Akma Jaya training that is practicing alone without guidance. Captain Lasha heard it, then met Haima.

“Haima, is it true that you have allowed Akma Jaya to practice the sword?” asked Captain Lasha a loud voice.

“Iya, Kanda. At that time, Dinda also taught him to use weapons in urgent circumstances.”

“Haima, regarding the training, let me train him, if he trains with you, he will not improve.” Captain Lasha said with an angry face.

Haima understood and tried to calm her husband. “Alright, if that's the wish that Kanda wants, any longer Akma Jaya's age has been enough to practice swords with you.” Haima spoke softly.

At the training ground, Akma Jaya slashed a sword at a wooden pole that was drawn up and made an enemy.

“Heh? The child will not develop, if the training is this limited.” Captain Lasha muttered from a distance before being close to the distance of Akma Jaya.

While Haima heard it, it was quite silent and did not dare to reprimand her.

Actually it was Haima's way of training her slash ability and it was only the early stages, she had yet to teach the later stages.

Captain Lasha is too minded about the thing that leads to a field without being gradual, however, silencing him is not going to make the universe explode.

He continued walking with Haima beside him to approach Akma Jaya. Sadistic smiles were repeatedly plastered on the old pirate's face.

“Akma Jaya!” Captain Lasha exclaimed.

Akma Jaya turned her head, “Dad.”

“It's time for you to train with me.”

“With you?” The voice of Akma Jaya has now changed, more towards macho and authoritative. When Captain Lasha asked, the look on Akma Jaya's face showed an astonished expression at the offer to be trained by her own father.

The father who had been, he knew inhumanity, was more or less like that his way of treating the men with a bad and unbelievable attitude was also difficult to see.

“Train with me.” Captain Lasha repeated her words.

“Mother, did mom allow me to train with dad?” tanya Akma Jaya made sure to get blessing from her mother.

All this time the closest, only the figure of the mother, while his father was far from close, talking to him was rare.

“Iya, mom allows you.” Haima spoke as if she had to.

“Alright, since mom allows me, then I will train with dad.” Akma Jaya answered while kissing her mother's hands.

A child who has grown up with a mother, he does not want to do anything without her permission.

Now, he accepted it and trained with Captain Lasha because of the permission he had obtained. Now, Captain Lasha is training Akma Jaya with the direction he gave.

Before that, Captain Lasha prepared a special class for him, he still attended the sword academy, but as a leader of the academy, he had the right to make training and teach Akma Jaya by himself, without being trained by other teachers.

Captain Lasha gave a lesson in the form of a written book full of notes, in contrast to the way Haima trained him.

This is more complicated, ranging from learning swordsmanship, science that discusses the basics of using the sword, the procedure from puncture to how to fend off an opponent's attack using the sword.

***

The waves hit the sand, soft whirring, bad luck and blowing that makes coconut trees wave.

Calculation of the time from morning to night passed, ninety days passed, slowly Akma Jaya was accustomed and proficient in using a sword.

From the slashes and stabs, all that seemed easy he mastered it.

Captains Lasha and Haima are constantly monitoring the progress of the exercise. Captain Lasha once shouted angrily, but fortunately there was Haima who calmed the old pirate.

Although now, Akma Jaya is trained by Captain Lasha, he cannot dwell in facing Haima because Akma Jaya is always supervised and observed every time he trains.

Haima noticed when sweat sweat poured in the temple area, her breathing sounded tired. He waved to call his son. At that time, Captain Lasha was not at the training ground.

“Akma, it's time to rest!”

Akma Jaya heard and stopped the sword movement, and turned her head.

“Alright, mom. I'll rest.” Akma Jaya walked over to Haima with a beautiful smile on her face.

At that time, Haima brought a provision for Akma Jaya, the provision contains favorite food. A dish in the form of lobster with a sprinkling of carrots on it.

Akma Jaya is always happy, every time Haima brings food because of various dishes and there are always carrots.

“Mother, thank you. Mother always brought provisions for me, mother's cooking is the most delicious cuisine, I like every mother's cuisine," said Akma Jaya while hugging Haima.

Akma Jaya is said to like carrots, in every dish, sometimes there are carrots sneaking in it. Haima often noticed Akma Jaya's favorite.

One day, Haima joked enough and thought of him as a droplet from a rabbit, his hand kept rubbing the head of Akma Jaya.

While Akma Jaya is quite happy because she has been given the title by her mother.

Haima said, “Akma, I have a gift for you because you have trained hard, this gift is also an encouragement for you.”

“Wah, gift?” Akma Jaya exclaims with excitement.

Haima smiled and pulled something out of her pocket, looking like a surprise that she had prepared. His hand movements slowed down and said Akma Jaya had to guess it first.

“Maybe, Carrot.”

“Not.”

“Keep what, mom?” ask Akma Jaya.

“Thank you again, Hihihi.”

“Reden!” Akma Jaya held up her hands and pleaded face.

Haima laughed as she looked at the cute expression of Akma Jaya.

Instantly he took it out and gave it away in a form of stealth.

“Come, close your eyes first,” says Haima.

“Good.”

A few moments later.

“Please open his eyes.” Haima said it and Akma Jaya slowly opened her eyes.

Seen in Haima's hand a black cloth blindfold that became the hallmark of a pirate, the cloth was knitted and made by Haima himself.

“Mother ..., thank you.” When Akma Jaya wore it, her left eye was now covered by the black cloth.

“Akma, you're getting dashing.” Haima praised smiling.

“Really?” tanya Akma Jaya girang's.

“Yes, the son of a dashing mother must be more diligent in practicing, yes.” Haima spoke softly again as she gently rubbed the head of Akma Jaya.

“Iya, I will definitely be diligent in practicing.” Akma Jaya nodded with a smile.

At the time Akma Jaya was resting, an advantage was that Captain Lasha was not present at the training ground.

It seems like he is busy again, Haima is satisfied talking with Akma Jaya, chatting and full of happiness between the two.

“Akma, it's time for you to eat.”

“Iya, mother.”

Akma Jaya obeyed her mother's words, she ate while looking at Haima, smiling and happy as she was.

After he finished eating, Akma Jaya continued his sword training, now that his training was slightly different from usual, his left eye was covered in cloth, obviously he was not used to wearing it yet and became difficult to control the sword movement.

“Akma, spirit!” Haima shouted giving him some spirit.

Akma Jaya nodded back. He smiled and continued the sword training.

Every time he made a wrong move, he laughed and Haima was the same.

Shortly after, Captain Lasha came to the training ground, he saw it from a distance and seemed to dislike the movements of Akma Jaya because the movements looked weak, like the sword movements of a trash.

With a look of annoyance, Captain Lasha approached Akma Jaya. Haima was shocked because the arrival of Captain Lasha was like an invisible wind.

“Your sword moves are bad for garbage, fight with me then I will show you, that your sword moves are bad and trashy!” Captain Lasha invites Akma Jaya to a sword fight.

Akma Jaya seemed hesitant to accept it.

“But—” has not had time for him to continue speaking.

“You will not be able to develop, if you do not want to compete directly!” Captain Lasha cut fast.

“Are you willing to be a pirate? Your sword development is slow!" Captain Lasha continued speaking out.

“Kanda, let Akma Jaya train and it is not yet time for her to have the duel match that Kanda intended.”

“Shut up, you don't deserve to interfere!” Captain Lasha sharpened greeting.

“But, kanda—”

“Enough.” Captain Lasha spoke loudly, but Haima fell silent.

Akma Jaya gulped with fear mixed with nervousness, she nodded in agreement with what Captain Lasha had said.

Haima was only able to silence and could not defend Akma Jaya.

In the end, Akma Jaya and Captain Lasha fought each other's swords. At that time, the whirr of the wind accompanied the atmosphere, stroking their hair.

They both sat.

“Akma Jaya, go ahead!” Captain Lasha started the sangar's remark.

Akma Jaya stared solidly on footing and hoped to win against her father.

He ran and attacked.

“Good, attack with all the abilities you have!” Captain Lasha exclaimed in an attack.

The sound of swords clattering, beeping slashed at each other and against each other.

“Don't just keep quiet, try to pay attention to the movement of your opponent!” said Captain Lasha giving directions.

Training aimed at providing lessons and to find out more about the sword skills of Akma Jaya.

“In a fight, the most important thing is to predict the opponent's movements so that you get a gap and win.” Captain Lasha says back.

“Baiklah ..” replied Akma Jaya slashing the sword towards Captain Lasha, they both attacked each other until Akma Jaya was hit hard, he tried to stand up and take a slow breath.

“Heh, weak!” Captain Lasha reproached her own son's movements.

Now a puff of tired breath enveloped the condition experienced by Akma Jaya, her breathing gasps, but she tries to stand up straight.

“Akma Jaya, prove to me how great your sword practice has been!” Captain Lasha again exclaimed loudly, her voice sounding ferocious.

Haima stared expectantly, her son as if entangled in a strong rope that made him unable to help, only a prayer of hope to be able, as Haima thought.

Akma Jaya tried to gather the remaining forces to attack, but Captain Lasha did not let it be easy.

As Akma Jaya sat down to regulate her breathing, Captain Lasha slashed her collar, the collar of the shirt split and crept downwards.

Slightly scratched wounds in the chest area, droplets of red-colored liquid flowed out.

A kind of liquid that is powerless to the eye. Haima was looking and was only able to catch her eyes, she wanted to help, but could not.

Captain Lasha was a little outrageous in training Akma Jaya, the wound that was scratched, she just smiled cynically.

“Junk!” Captain Lasha said loudly.

“Akma Jaya, take a look at your sword movements, which time have you been practicing?” Captain Lasha further asked.

“This is how sadistic the pirate world is, if you can't afford it, then be a loser!” Captain Lasha said angrily and continued to let out a word of rant.

However, Captain Lasha apparently had no intention to harm Akma Jaya.

Regarding the slash he had just slashed did not mean to hurt, Captain Lasha intended to give a fear and teach a lesson about the sadism of the pirate world.

Haima tearfully gazed at the condition of Akma Jaya, in a room covered by glass windows as a bright, silent room without anyone else.

The soundproof room.

“Aaaahhhh!!” Akma Jaya shouted out loud.

He wanted to attack and concentrate his last energy.

Akma Jaya tried to stand up, her face whack of pain, it was clear. Haima closed her mouth, unable to see the condition of her son who was in pain.

Akma Jaya stood firm, then attacked with all her remaining strength, through light movements and trying to stab the sword towards the target.

Captain Lasha had a calm face in the face of the move, she easily repelled the stab and turned things around by launching an attack.

The slash of the sword pointed towards Akma Jaya's face. Almost hit, Akma Jaya quickly retreated towards the back.

Captain Lasha no longer looked at his opponent, the old pirate was sadistic, he did not see his opponent as his own son.

“Akma Jaya, go ahead!” Captain Lasha exclaimed from a distance.

Akma Jaya was lured and charged forward, at that moment, Captain Lasha smirked cynically, she retaliated and the two attacked each other.

As the sword floated, Akma Jaya tried to dodge, then leapt back as if flying with a sword in her hand, then she threw the sword towards Captain Lasha, but Captain Lasha easily avoided it.

The sword was stuck on the floor because the room where Akma Jaya practiced was spelled out like a field, wide and the base was only land.

Now, Akma Jaya had no sword because she had thrown it.

“Heh, you're too naive!” Captain Lasha scoffed.

“At the time of the fight, never throw your weapon at the opponent because it is a useless form and makes you easily killed.” Captain Lasha continued.

Captain Lasha pulled out the sword that was originally stuck, then threw it towards Akma Jaya, almost throwing it over him.

Akma Jaya took the sword, but the fatigue had spread all over her body, she took a slow breath, the pain whipped and she had reached her limit.

However, Captain Lasha did not allow Akma Jaya to rest.

A pirate never gets tired, that is the famous principle of Captain Lasha, he walks closer to Akma Jaya with a drawn sword.

Akma Jaya was lying tired, while Captain Lasha was already standing looking at her.

The sword clearly seemed to want to stab, but it was fixated like it was frozen, a close distance from the eyes.

Akma Jaya was no longer able to stand.

The surface was sharp, the tip of the sword was straight and focused the target, almost piercing the eyes.

However, close. Captain Lasha prefers to withdraw the hand of Akma Jaya.

The pull that made Akma Jaya scream in pain. That form of sadism he showed without forgiveness.

Captain Lasha brought her face closer to Akma Jaya's face, the two of them looking at each other. He showed a sharp eye.

“Akma Jaya .. stare at me with the desire to kill!” Captain Lasha exclaimed loudly.

Akma Jaya was stunned to hear it. “Tak .. tak bi–bisa,” answer stammering.

His entire body trembled, the sword that had originally been in his grasp, was now detached from his grasp.

Akma Jaya fainted and Captain Lasha immediately threw out her body.

“Basic, trash!”

Captain Lasha was very angry and did not care about the conditions experienced by Akma Jaya. The condition is very sadistic, cannot be seen by the eye because the red liquid continues to come out, all over his body covered.

“Akmaaaa!” Haima shouted as she came to Akma Jaya, she cried while hugging and gently stroking her face.

“If he wants to become a pirate, then he has a lot to learn, even this is not how much!" Captain Lasha spoke as he left the place where Haima was hugging Akma Jaya.

Captain Lasha actually bit a finger as a result of growling at the development of her child. Not as he had imagined.

***

Haima brought Akma Jaya with tears that soaked the surface of her cheeks and made her eyes blur.

Slowly Haima bandaged the wound of Akma Jaya—the former sword slash of Captain Lasha—in a gentle manner, he treated the entire wound, bandaged and Akma Jaya lay unconscious.

A few hours later, Akma Jaya slowly opened her eyes, while Haima was still nearby, glaring eyes.

“Mother ...” Akma Jaya said a fleeting call. While treating Akma Jaya's wounds, Haima fell asleep and woke up after hearing the words.

“Akma, thank God, you are fine,” said Haima while embracing Akma Jaya.

Now, a happy feeling seemed to bloom beautifully in Haima's heart from seeing Akma Jaya who had come to her senses from fainting.

“Calm, Mother. I'm fine,” replied Akma Jaya smiling, whereas the pain she still felt, she tried to endure the pain that was clearly felt and chose not to say it, so that Haima does not feel too worried.

Just a few hours passed, he was only able to open his eyes, the pain from Captain Lasha's sword slash wound was still felt, but Akma Jaya felt calm resting with Haima's affection.

Peace is already atmosphere, soft and comfortable.

Haima is a mother who loves her child, for some reason when Haima looks at Akma Jaya like she sees her father.

A figure that became a tranquilizer for him, when he saw Akma Jaya, Haima again remembered and broke into happy tears.

“Mother ... do you believe in Akma's ability?” tanya Akma Jaya looked at Haima, both beads of eyes twinkling.

Haima nodded with a smile, then hugged her. “Mom believe, you can definitely!”

“Mother, I will try, in order to prove to Dad, that someday, I will be able to become a pirate,” said Akma Jaya full of burning confidence.

Akma Jaya is still innocent, even though she has reached fifteen years of age.

A mother's affection is able to make it vent more easily, the feeling is contained in the form of simple speech.

Haima smiled.

“Akma ... listen to Mom, your father did it, it's all for your good, not that he doesn't love you, but that he loves you in his own way,” Haima replied as she rubbed her son's head.

Akma Jaya nods and recalls, but in the depths of her heart she still holds a sense of questions circling, until now she has not found the answer.