Zena: The Last Fight
Go home

A thin mist enveloped the streets as Zena arrived at the main street of the town of Eagle. Vehicle traffic, human cacophony, and industrial machinery noise are common in the big city.

Zena smiled, looking straight ahead. On a road full of vehicles. As blind as it is, the traffic jam has trailed up to tens of meters in length. Cheo turns on the music, only to drive away the tired while waiting for the traffic jam to unravel.

"Sister, is it true we're going back to the island?" ask Cheo.

His face sparkled happily when he heard they would stop at the island first before continuing the search.

"Right, Big Brother wants to see Tuma and Belle. I hope they're both okay" Zena replied.

His head turned to Cheo with a smile on his face. A feeling of relief filled his heart as all the problems had been well resolved. The mastermind behind all the chaos has been detained by the headquarters including the traitors. Let the headquarters handle them.

"Are we not going to cross? What about this car?" Cheo stared at the seat of the car he was sitting in.

His view extends to the roof and to everything he can see. His face was sad, it was a pity if the car was delayed just like that.

"We'll take him across. Besides, there's a Tigris inside, we can't leave this car. From now on this is our home, Cheo," Zena replied.

Cheo who was confused steadfastly curious Zena. The girl chuckled, she no longer spoke when the streets began to loose.

"You'll see for yourself later" he said, full of mystery.

The distance from the mansion and the harbor was quite far, it would take half a day to arrive there. Cheo's face turned in amazement as he watched the huge ships floating in the ocean.

"That's big!" screeches without blinking.

"We're gonna get this van on that ship." Zena pointed at one of the ships they were about to board.

The ten-year-old boy looks enthusiastically eager to immediately ride the giant vehicle. The car they were carrying came in and gathered with the other vehicles. Zena and Cheo switched seats to the body of the car gathered together with the Tigris.

"You're here, they'll all be scared when they see you" Zena told the Tigris, who lives in her cage.

The large animal growled in response to Zena's request. Both of them went down, down their car.

"You wanna go up? Up there you will see a very beautiful view," Zena took with her as she grabbed Cheo's shoulder and invited him to go upstairs.

A strong wind hit their bodies when they had just appeared to the surface. Cheo was amazed by the vast sea view.

"Why when we get off the island is there no big ship, brother?" ask Cheo.

"This ship entered the town of Eagle recently," replied Zena.

They stood on the deck staring at the boundless vast sea. Letting the wind blow their faces, the scent of the island atmosphere was already smelled. Fresh and refreshing both lungs.

"I miss the smell of the forest behind the hill." Cheo muttered while closing his eyes. The ship they boarded had not stopped on the two islands before. The ship continued forward and stopped at the port of Liman island.

"It looks like our island is modern. I'm a little worried, I hope the green hills and our house are still there nobody bothers." Zena muttered to think about the house she left behind.

Cheo nodded how much he understood Zena's current feelings. Only able to hope in the heart that the place they will visit has not eroded modernity.

For a day and night they were floating in the ocean, that afternoon the ship they were riding stopped at the port of Liman island. A modern pier welcomes the eyes of both, yet again Cheo is amazed. This time Zena agreed.

The two got into the van in line to get out.

"I hope we don't forget the way home" Cheo said enthusiastically.

See the green hilltop there, the violet will illuminate the peak. That's where they're going home.

"Home. I miss." Cheo opened the car glass. Greet every citizen they traverse kindly.

Life on the island of Liman has changed a lot, but not with the population. They still grow vegetables and fruit in the fields. It was very clear from the road they were crossing at this time.

Zena's view is in one direction, the orange and tomato plantations owned by Mr. Karim. The other one is Ciul's father. Inwardly wishing that the man was there, helping his father to the field so that he no longer needed to look far.

"Sister, we'll be home. What is it like now?" Cheo sighed.

The thickets of the bush are a sign that their home is near. Zena was touched when she saw an inscription that forbade the cultivation of the land including green hills there. The people of Liman Island still have great respect for their parents.

The car he parked on the street because to break through the bush it felt impossible. Zena and Cheo intend to open the way so that the object can enter the yard of his house.

The two work hand in hand to eradicate the thickets, the towering tall trees that cover their homes have been partially fragile eaten of age. The road opens up to the green foothills. Zena returned to the car carrying the object in, while Cheo was at their doorstep.

The house which was only made of wooden planks had been porous, some had collapsed even the roof had been destroyed. He sighed, the house he had longed for could no longer be occupied.

"Our house is destroyed, brother," he said as Zena stood by the side.

The girl sighed, there were still a lot of her parents' belongings inside the house. He stared at the simple house, but kept millions of happy memories with both parents.

"You just wait here, Big Brother just wants to pick up the items left inside," Zena pinta before slowly stepping up on the wooden board of her house.

It's really sad that the house can no longer be maintained. Its hidden location and no citizens know, other than Ciul, makes it untouched.

Zena got rid of the wooden debris blocking her way, went inside the parents' room and checked every precious object of their relics, she said, including White Eagle uniforms and various spy equipment that Zena had not known.

Hurriedly he took all of them, wrapped them up and carried them out of the house. He stopped walking as he crossed the central space where they often gathered. His eyes were looking out at a large frame that was mounted obliquely on the wall of the house.

Zena took it, rubbing the faces in the picture with longing. Not wanting to linger, Zena went out of the house and put all the stuff in the van. He was sure that one day it would be useful.

"Cheo, help Brother pick flowers," he asked as he picked the wildflowers growing around the hill.

"For what, brother?" Unwind of his hand to pick every flower he met.

"Sister wants to visit both parents Brother," he said a little softly.

Zena took Cheo around the green hill, the tomb of the two were a little away from home because they were helped by the people around at the funeral.

Zena was again stunned when she saw a building that locked the tomb of the two. On the door of the building were written words that made Zena touched.

The hero's grave.

Faris Bazleen and wife.

He who was hesitant at first smiled. Open the door slowly and carefully. A clean and tidy building, very well maintained. Unknowingly his tears trickled down, in front of there two tombs lined up very beautifully. Zena dropped down between the two, crying bitterly.

"Zena!"