The Destiny 41
Guests Not Invited
The Atlantean girl took Diaz, Martin, and Agatha to a settlement.
Settlements consisting of a collection of two-story kopel houses. The collection of the kopel house looked so old. Perhaps the local settlement has long existed in Puerto Rico. Because it looks very from the color and contour of each copel whose rocks are eroded by the weather. The color of each copel is white, but it has started yellowing or browning.
Already so, there are some kopel like the owner forced to be painted. So unsightly to the eye.
“This is a settlement of the Tainotic tribe, a mixture of the Taino tribe which is a native tribe
Puerto Rico and the Atlanteans. Not many know it. Because the Tainotic tribe always tries to keep it a secret from..” Serena rolls her eyeballs. “...world.” He smiled bitterly. “But there are times when the secret is revealed, somehow.”
The Indonesian citizens nodded in reverence. Then the Atlantean girl took her to one of the kopel houses. The kopel house is also the same age, only painted in moss green. On top of the door was a board that read– Agatha said
the hell it–read restaurant.
Serena knocked on the door. Come out a middle-aged man with a beard almost like
sinterklas, it's just less clothing ala Eskimo – residents who are all red. Serena talks to the man – who may be in her forty years. Their conversation was long enough. Martin nudged Agatha with the intention of asking for translation, but the girl who just graduated from High School last August just shrugged. He said: “Ndon't know, Bang, it's not Spanish.”
Hearing Agatha's words, the middle-aged smiled. He said, “People
Indonesia who? I haven't seen Indonesians in a long time.”
Diaz, Martin, and Agatha were smiling and stiff-necked. Especially when the middle-aged
it puts a hand on one of them, and Diaz catches it.
“Include my name Caio Da Silva; I am actually an Indonesian too, from
Adonara, East Nusa Tenggara. I moved to Puerto Rico in 1979 because of my passion for further research on Atlantis. And because of researching about Atlantis that, I married a local resident and already have three sons.” said the middle-aged man sparkling.
“Sa-I'm In-Diaz,” reply Diaz nervous.
Caio's eyes are getting louder. “People Adonara also?”
Diaz shakes. “Bu-no, my parents Manado-Java.”
“Oh, so,” Caio beaming friendly. “Oh yes, come on in. Serena said you were there
need to go to this country?”
They all enter Caio's house, which turns out to be some kind of head
the village in the Tainotic tribe's settlement. Caio led her into a room. Seems
the room was a living room combined with a dining room. Not far from the dining table, there were several sofas lined up around an ancient television. On the sofas had been sitting.The same age was probably the Caio family. There are women who are the same age as Caio and three people who are the same age as Diaz or Agatha. One of them greeted, “Hola, buenos dias, amigo!” (Buenos dias, because the clock is still showing at 09:30)
“Buenos dias,”back to Agatha with her flirtatious gaze. The one who greeted me just now
he had a pretty handsome face in the girl's eyes.
“Basic!” martin spray.
“Likes dong.” hiss Agatha ketus.
While Diaz and the others are busy arguing and exploring Caio's house passing by
looking at the eyes, Caio was already near his family-along with Serena. He tried
introduce to the three of them, “This is my wife, Nicole. Then these are my kids, Pedro, Gilberto, Tristan.” Oh it turns out that greeted Agatha earlier his name was Gilberto, a glasses young man with narrow eyes and a pointed nose.
“This wife of mine is the son of an elder who lives here. It is said that his ancestors came from Atlantis and one of the leaders of Atlantis.”
It seems right. On the wall there are some paintings of some kind
calligraphy, like Arabic or Mandarin calligraphy. It just doesn't look like a calligraphy. Oh, is it possible that some kind of hieroglyphic letters are found on the walls of the pyramids?
“Indeed.” sela Serena confirms.
“Name Calypto.”
Caio. “Oya, how is Indonesia? I often hear from
internet, the country is still plagued with problems well?”
“Well like that,” said Diaz grin anyway.
Caio chuckles. “There are only problems that the country of the Equator has created.”
His view traveled to every corner, until he found Martin was engrossed in looking at one of the paintings. Everything in the middle room was focused on Martin, especially when Caio said, “That's the letters of Atlantis. My in-laws made it.”
Nicole blushed her face as her husband translated what had already been said.
“So Atlantis was really there?” confirm Martin, frowning.
Caio nodded. Long time just looking at one by one his Indonesian guests,
he said, “So can you tell me why you need a cure from Atlante poisoning?”
Martin ventured to tell the chronology. Surely Diaz, though,
Agatha, and Serena also helped explain.
“Shortly,” said Caio, who immediately got up and shuffled towards a closet, uh
buffet exactly. The sideboard Caio visited was full of many handicrafts.
Jars, statues, paintings that Diaz and others did not understand, and ancient manuscripts - which were very weathered, so it was necessary to carefully hold them. There are also some strange objects such as unusually shaped tablets; or parchments with strange letters. In one part of the sideboard, precisely at the bottom, Caio picked up something. It seemed that Diaz and the others could see that one of the drawers on the sideboard was full of bottles containing strangely colored potions. Maybe it's some kind of plant herb
herbs.
Caio went back to Diaz and the others. He pulled out a bottle of potion
light green color–like green light emitted Green Lantern. None of Diaz, Martin, and Agatha understood. Only Serena understood.
“That's the antidote,” said Serena smiling.
“Aidstress of Atlante poisoning. Made
from a rare herbal plant, because it can only be found in Atlantis.”
“Totally right.” Caio nyengir.
“Have your fiancee to
chugging until this potion runs out. After drinking it, it will go straight. But
don't worry, especially if he sleeps long enough, because that's the side effect. Maybe after sleeping for six to...” Caio pensive for a while. “...errr, twelve hours, your fiance is in a very convincing physical condition–even to wrestle though.”
Martin and Agatha chuckled to listen to the slurping.
“Gracias, Senor,” said Diaz received the potion bottle. “If you can know, what is the name
this potion?”
“Local residents used to call it Pastic.” Caio replied. “Made from passiflora
bright green tuae that thrive in other hidden and untouched parts of the Atlantic waters.”
“Ooh..” said Diaz while putting the bottle into the bag in his jacket. It
back on the bench with Martin, Agatha, and Serena.
“Oh yes, what next do you do? The antidote you've already got, though,
no?” caio asked meaningfully.
Diaz's shoulders lifted. “See, maybe we'll be home soon. As Serena said, Atlante's poison would be very dangerous, if not immediately
handled.”
Agatha looked disappointed to hear that. Diaz. “Agatha, we're here
not for holidays.”
“Iya, yes, know, Bang. But don't be so stiff why? A little refreshing, too
anything, right?” Agatha.
“True says Agatha tuh.” bela Martin. “Partially if in my opinion, we're like
it's a little hard to go back. You forgot the same thing at the airport?”
“Genesis at the airport? Why then?” ask Diaz.
deh.” Martin glared at Serena. Martin seems suspicious of Serena.
Serena nodded. Sudden gloom hit him.
“Kak Serena, actually what's the problem with Kenneth?” ask Agatha.
“It looks like between Brother and Kenneth, there's something well.”
Diaz nodded to herself. “Iya, Ser, what's the problem anyway?”
Serena just sculpt. Cute lips. Mumet's brain. Confused; should it be
recounted it. He looked at Caio and his family, saying something in a language that only Serena and them could understand. Maybe it was the language of the Taino tribe, so Martin guessed. By the time of departure, Martin had been looking into a country whose sovereignty was still held by the United States. Caio smiled. Starting with a puff of breath, he said, “They are gangsters.”
Diaz, Martin, and Agatha were wide-eyed. The three of them almost jumped off the spot
sat him.
“Gangster?” Diaz.
“Kenneth gangster?” Agatha.
“Who are they?” Martin followed.
“Si Kenneth's,” Caio directly call brand.
“Tadi Serena has also told
to me–what happened to you at the airport. And that Kenneth is part of the criminal organization most overseen by the Puerto Rican police.”
“Times anyway?’ Agatha still can't believe it. “Lapse looks Kenneth nothing like
a criminal. He is even more like a Korean singer.”
“Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Caio warned. “Originally you know, Kenneth
that's a subscription case. Countless times he has been involved in legal cases –
often drug cases. Recently, he was released from prison after completing his sentence for possession and use of cocaine. Good thing he's on probation, so you don't have to get involved too far.”
Martin squeaks. “What organization is Kenneth involved in? Is that
some kind of drug cartel? Such a thing is quite familiar here right.”
Caio nodded. “Kenneth the distant grandson of the cartel leader Calderon
named Oscar Moyes–this number one fugitive in San Diaz. Kenneth's father, Luther Soo
a member of Triad, a specialist criminal organization of software hijackers who
famous in Hongkong, China. His father married Amanda Traven, daughter of Neftali
Traven is suspected to be the leader of a notorious drug cartel, Los Travenos in Mexico. It is said that Los Travenos cooperated with The Calderon, and controlled the drug market in Central America and Latin America.”
“Wah you quite know well the problem,” cut Martin.
Caio chuckles. “Except of their nasty life has been making up the face of whole mass
media, Amanda Traven is also grand daughter of my wife undirectly.” He looks smiling
to his wife. “Not to be surprised, too, in this world, if we want to pay attention, there are millions
coincidence we can find.”
His wife, Nicole, nodded with a smile.
“Oh well, looks like you guys need a break too. From your eyes, I'm sure you
haven't had time to cure jet lag.” said Caio who carefully watched eye after eye from Diaz and others.
Diaz, Martin, and Agatha nodded in unison. It caused the Caio children
laughingly. While Caio and his wife–also Serena–just smile holding back laughter.
“You can sleep on top. We had two empty rooms and one room
already filled. Oh well–“ Caio suddenly remembered something. “–you know Teguh and
A tiara? Two days ago, they were found by Pedro and Gilberto in the streets of San Diaz.
How sorry they are.”
Do not be surprised if Tiara and Teguh so quickly arrived in San Diaz. The tiara came from
from enough family. A woman whose genes-matter-Maria-but-over-
rash it was immediately excited when he heard about the issue. Hastily urged his father to book two tickets to Puerto Rico. Unmitigated, extra expensive all of you, who can get there faster than the Diaz group, et al.
Diaz chuckles. “They again. Why my life cannot be separated from two people
that freak? Even up to San Juan everything else.”
“Don't do that, Yaz. Don't be evil-evil with your own friends.” said Martin grin.
“Friends?” Diaz almost laughed.
“Do whatever I am friends with two
that freak. One, paranormal wannabe; the other, drama queen.”
Caio. “Do not do that. Who knows, those two freaks will be
savior in your life.”
“Tuh listen,” bela Martin.
Diaz simply sighed and shrugged as she said, “Iya times,”
“Yes already, you rest. About your return to Indonesia, we discuss
later on.” Caio's advice. “Pedro, please bring them to their room,”
“Okay, Papa.” says Pedro is fast standing up.
Then Pedro brought Diaz and the others to the room located on the second floor.
The second floor looks bigger than the first floor. Probably because it is rare
looks there is furniture, so it can cause a roomy effect. In front of the entrance of one of the guest rooms, they were all silent. Pedro hasn't let them in.
“The men, please get into this room,” Pedro pointed to one room whose door
dull brown. “and the women, you get that room.” show hispanic youth who
furry-haired at the door that seemed to have just finished painting. The smell of paint is still felt in the nose. Maybe yesterday painted it.
Pedro glanced at his watch. “Lo siento, hermano-herman. 2I have to leave you all. It’s
eleven. I have to go downstair–to my room. You must be know siesta, right?.” It
chuckled, then left the other Diaz on the second floor.
Diaz and Martin walk into a door that is brown and dull and looks like it has never been painted again after so long. There, they were immediately greeted by a surprised expression from a Teguh who also asked about Mary. Diaz honestly told me about this visit to Puerto Rico to find an antidote.
Agatha and Serena entered the newly painted door. They
the two were also greeted by a surprised expression. Tiara was immediately flabbergasted after finding out that Diaz was also participating. Diaz was uncomfortable with Tiara's grin. Add more tension again as Tiara hugged Diaz tightly. Martin just mocked his sister: “Great lu, Yaz. I envy you who are crazy about many women. Starting from Maria, Velita, Fidel, Esther, to this Tiara. Share the recipe dong.”
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It didn't feel like six in the afternoon. Dusk. Long sleep the Indonesians are asleep.
“Hello, dear,” Nicole directly approached those who just came down. Caio's Wife
it immediately hugged and kissed Agatha and Serena's cheeks. “Is your sleep nice?”
“Si, senora–ya, madam.” said Agatha smiled, trying to practice again
long-standing Spanish language skills not used. “Mi sueo hermoso."
