Zena: The Last Fight
Syahdu Chant

Just like the sky of the night that was studded with stars, blending with the light of the moon, showing its dullness like a smile that did not fade from that handsome face.

His two eyes barely flickered staring at the beauty of the charm of the girl sitting on her chin listening to the melodious melody that a group of bands were playing on stage.

Sebastian puts his hand on the table, holding his chin up like Zena, but their eyes are not the same. The man was too admiring the innocent figure before him, a figure that made his life completely change.

"Can you sing?" ask Sebastian. Zena turned her head, the gurat on her face implying confusion.

"singing? Likewhat?" Sebastian chuckles as he goes to think there really is a human being who does not know what singing is. Has Zena never sung in her lifetime?

"Like those on stage, can you do it?" sebastian asked again pointing at those on stage.

Zena turned her gaze toward the band again, listening to a vocalist sing a song that washed away. I don't know what the song means, but it's pretty good to hear.

Zena closed her eyes, recalling the verses her father had chanted as a child. He began to mutter, following the tone in his heart.

In the morning sun

Come bring his radiant light

I welcome you, my heart

With all the love I have

The lara pelipur

It is gone all grief

Drifting away with happy laughter

Which is presented with love

I'll keep this jewel

The jewel you stayed away

Joking and laughter without edges

Become a solvent of the heart

Pwd ... Pwd ... Pwd ....

The jewel of the heart the jewel of this world ....

Zena opened her eyes, her lips smiling, her dark bead implying longing and sadness. He turned to Sebastian, looking at the dumbest man after hearing Zena singing.

There was a tingling feeling in his heart, warm waves flowing slowly, forming waves of happiness that appeared on the surface of the face.

"Can it be called singing?" tanyakanya. For some reason his voice had shahdu in the ear of the General.

He was stunned for a while, holding back the turmoil of the taste that had arisen made him want to always hear the melodious voice of the girl in front of him.

"Well, it does sing. By the way I've never heard that song before, you know who sings it?" Sebastian asked enthusiastically.

Zena turned back to the night sky filled with dancing stars. Comforting dance in the quiet, for the penitentiary.

"My father. My dad sang it every night before I went to bed. Never once did he miss it until I remembered it every time. When I asked, who created this song? He replied, Mother. The song was made on the day of my birth, but it was perfected by Dad when Mom was gone."

Zena took a deep breath, longing it back present piercing the chest cavity. A smile carved out, implying his deepest feelings.

Sebastian was full, the stronger the determination in his heart to be able to get Zena. As strong as a woman, it will still return to its nature, a creature that is never far from fragility.

"All right, we're back now."

They left the restaurant. The night was getting closer, the moonlight was not visible when the black clouds passed through it. Looks like it's gonna rain tonight.

"Thank you, Zena, because you've accepted my invitation" Sebastian said as he turned the wheel to the lonely road.

"No problem, just think of it as celebrating our friendship" said Zena casually. He smiled at the young man beside him.

Sebastian smiled bitterly, everything he did was only considered to be friendship, nothing more. Silence greeted the two, no more talk until they arrived at Adhikari's house.

"Thank you for dropping off, Nak Bas," Cana said, waving to Sebastian in the car. He takes Zena into the house after the young General's car disappears in the dark of night.

Zena went straight to her room, that night she could not close her eyes. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling of the room reminiscing about his time with his father on the island.

Green hill, he missed. The place plays and spends its own time after working in the fields owned by the islanders. The forest behind the hill that is untouched by residents, it feels like they want to go back to hunting there.

Ah, how's my house? Did the modern era destroy it? I hope the hut is still standing and waiting for my arrival.

Zena took a deep breath, imagining life on the island with the Tigris and Cheo, she was homesick. He misses his homeland, misses his place to play.

Ciul, why don't you go back to the island? Why even go away from me. I don't know where to look for you?

Ciul, a boy older than him. Mr. Karim's son, the fruit manager on the island. That's where Zena used to work, in the fruit fields belonging to Mr. Karim. None of the residents on the three islands did not know Zena, but they all did not know where the girl lived. All they know is that he's behind a tall, lush bush.

Zena tried to close her eyes, the night had reached its peak. Trying to drift in a dreamland that has never been achieved.

Across there, a handsome young man was as restless as Zena. Daydreaming while staring at the ceiling of the room, the shadow of Zena singing continues to haunt the fertilizer. His loud voice would not leave his ears.

"Zena, be mine!"

*****

"Zena! Honey, wake up, kid! Aren't we going shopping today?" Cana's voice disturbed Zena's deep sleep.

The girl yawned widely while stretching out her hands as freely as possible. Stretch the muscles of his body that feels stiff because of the time of sleep is not certain.

"Zena! Your friends are waiting, baby. They're downstairs, "call Cana again while knocking on the girl's bedroom door.

Hearing the words of a friend, Zena turned her head.

A fella? Wh who? Do they know this house?

Zena moved up, stepped slowly open the door and gawked downstairs. Sure enough, his three friends were there, sitting in the living room waiting for Zena to come down.

"Do they know where this house is?" his screeches stared confusedly at the thinly smiling Cana.

"Your father is a famous doctor, who does not know Adhikari's doctor. Everyone knows just ask about it, they'll all show you this house" Cana said.

Zena muttered to understand, she said goodbye to Cana and left a message for all her friends to wait for her to finish preparing.

*****

In a large mall accompanied by Cana, Zena and all her friends are shopping for school parties. Dresses and all the trinkets they will use at the party. Cana even bought a set of make-up tools for Zena to wear.

With five centi heels, Zena refused.

"Mom want me to fall? How can I wear shoes that high? After all, why is it so small even smaller than my pinkie. I don't like."

Cana and the two female friends of Zena let out a puzzled sigh.