
"Here, hand over the binoculars!" One of the men said he wanted to grab the binoculars, he moved his hand, showing the speed of grabbing.
Immediately seeing someone wanting to take it, the binoculars lifted up, soaring toward the horizon. "Hey, hey. Come on, I want to see it through, I'm not satisfied to see it!" the answer is insist—still do not want to give binoculars.
Those who heard, frowned.
"Your turn is over, now it's our turn!" One of the others spoke out.
Inexplicably, they were all violent as if starving, an uproar was going on between all of them, just from fighting over a binocular. I see, inexhaustibly they continue to speak, some are babbling, saying carelessly words without a clear mind, raving.
"Haduuh, can you be orderly? Didn't we all agree to change our turn, leave the binoculars to the next person's turn!" One of the other men rebuked, saying so to reconcile their situation. The result was quite good, even after hearing it, the circumstances became orderly, orderly turns.
While at the scene, Aisha was around the crowd staring in wonder, questioning various things that plagued her mind, not lasting long, Akma Jaya again put the hammer on her side.
"Tabra, I'm going down, and you stay at the top of this tower" said Akma Jaya, looking at him with a slight smile, as if to say goodbye.
"Captain, I'm not leaving you, as long as we're together, whatever punishment you're on will I follow—"
"Tabra, understand!" Akma Jaya trimmed it briefly and quickly.
"What do you mean?" Tabra frowned in wonder, what to understand, he did not understand because Akma Jaya's intentions were too concise.
Akma Jaya fluttered, rustling the sound of the wind, blowing caressing the rough surface of her clothes, the pitch-black robe that Akma Jaya wore fluttered, changing the atmosphere of the moment, and, where the crowd that had not been frenzied became staring did not blink in the slightest. Swallow.
"Captain, tell me what you mean?" Tabra repeated the question because Akma Jaya had not answered him yet.
The atmosphere above the horizon is still cloudy, there is no sunlight visible, under the tower, they—the crowd saw clearly the state of Akma Jaya and Tabra are looking at each other, popping questions in every mouth thrown, the question sprung up, just say it.
"Tabra, I want to be like a fallen leaf carrying no twigs, I hope you understand what I mean!" Akma Jaya dramatized just a little smile.
A simple word is said from the mouth of a captain, in which a leaf falls to the ground, sometimes falling into a river, he falls without carrying a twig. Again Tabra could not understand, maybe the word was quite high, he could not deduce the benchmark of all that.
"Can you explain it more easily?" Tabra again said asking for an uncomplicated word ease.
Akma Jaya slightly nodded, listening to the obvious question that can be concluded, Tabra did not understand the words that Akma Jaya just said.
"Tabra, as for what I've said, I simply don't want to involve anyone, I'm enough!" Akma Jaya explains a little of the details.
This time, Tabra understood. But he still refused it. "Captain, we will continue together, I also made mistakes, then I am willing to be punished together." Tabra was filled with smiles that reconciled the atmosphere between the two of them. Friendship, in any case, they have long been friends, together through time in joy and sorrow, there is no secret between the two of them.
"Captain, I'm permission to ask you before, before this incident, have we ever been separated or separated? Answer's no. We're always passing through time, together, do you want to break the bond of friendship between us?" Tabra said again, of course extra dramatic. In fact, more than Akma Jaya said, her mouth shook with a serious look.
"Damn it, what exactly are they talking about?" One of the people who had just shot him stared furiously at the astonished question.
He was full of desire to shoot, but the weapon he had thrown, was broken.
At first glance the surface of the weapon is still intact, he believes, then the gun lying down is taken.
The gun shot back he straightened, clenched his target, this time he was more thorough, quieter, silent while trying to straighten the direction of the target.
After being satisfied with the sculpting, he walked slowly looking for a comfortable position to shoot him until he arrived at a comfortable position, he shot and again clucked upset because the weapon had been damaged.
Aisha from a distance heard clearly. Then, chuckling, he tried to hold back the laughter, but it was incontrovertible, as if the sound of the laughter was coming out by itself, sheer luck, everyone was indifferent.
It doesn't seem like a problem. Laughter is a right of every individual, but it is not. They just didn't realize Aisha was laughing so little. In fact, the amateur shooter stared intently.
"Who among you is laughing?" He asked out a loud voice, looking around the direction.
Apparently this shooter, he has super sensitive ears, even the slightest sound frequency he can still hear.
The crowd was silent, clueless as they did not hear the slightest sound of laughter, they shook their heads. That's it, nothing more.
"All of you, answer me!" He again exclaimed loudly, the crowd staring leisurely.
"Hey, you're making a fuss yourself questioning who's laughing? What department? No more, you're the same as us!" one of the men replied, hearing the gunman's words acting like a captain. The others were the same, all staring furiously, Aisha helped from the clutches of evil.
So, because of that, he apologized to the crowd, even turning his attention to the top of the tower, where it was where Akma Jaya and Tabra were having a serious conversation.
"Captain!" Tabra exclaimed patting Akma Jaya on the shoulder. An ordinary gaze radiated clearly before him.
Akma Jaya didn't listen to Tabra's words, she brushed it off raw. "Tabra, my decision remains the same. Didn't you ask me before what decision I made, so this is the decision, I hope you accept it!" Akma Jaya explained in more detail the speech that had just confused Tabra.
Where in the previous episode can not be denied, that Akma Jaya replied 'Nothing.' Summarize at a glance, but he continues to talk continuously until it becomes a decision.
"Captain, are you kidding at a crucial time like this?" Tabra again said the question sentence as if he did not believe the decision taken by Akma Jaya.
"Indeed, that's my decision." Akma Jaya again spoke briefly while shifting her eyes.
Slowly he moved down the tower, the big hammer he kept, right on his shoulders, held up. Color, at that time, millions of colors of clothes clustered to look while waiting for the arrival of Akma Jaya down, impatient like it.