Zena: The Last Fight
Obviousness

"You need to be careful, Zena. Luckily someone gave you a warning. Otherwise, maybe you'll get caught by them." Chendrik commented after reading every handwriting of Zena.

His smile printed on italics watching every letter that Zena inscribed on the sheet of paper.

Not bad for the size of someone who never sat in school. I'm curious about your life, Zena. How did you survive at the same age as Cheo when left behind by your own parents.

The tail of her eyes glanced at Zena from behind the girl's notebook. The further his lip line is drawn, seeing the girl eat voraciously he knows it is not easy for Zena to overcome everything alone. Luckily, he sent a spy to keep an eye on Zena, even though she didn't need it.

"Don't sneer at my writing! The praise you gave was as mocking as you know I never felt sitting in school," Zena's circus as she continued to chew food without glancing at the skeptical Chendrik.

The man gulped, lowered the notebook and placed it on the table. He folded his hands on his chest, his brown irises focused on the beautiful figure on the dining table.

"I was just wondering how you lived as a kid, Zena? While both of your parents have left .. can you tell me how the two left? Since there were no reports of the two at the headquarters, and it was very important to us," pinta Chendrik stared at the antipathias on the girl who was washing her hands.

He cleaned the dish used to eat, but was prevented quickly by him.

"Sit down and tell me how your parents got away?" he said while holding Zena's hand not to move.

He took the plate and kept it. Then sit back this time side by side with Zena.

The girl was still dumbstruck digesting everything in her mind. Event after incident when he was a child, continues to spin like a cliche of the movie that played air.

The firm line on the face, just for a moment turned grim and durja. There was only sadness in his eyes, the suffering of having to fight alone was still very much in his mind.

"Can't you?" Chendrik's voice was heard. The man's fingers were still clasping his wrists and he purposely snapped. His gaze stared warmly at Zena as he turned his head with a million sufferings that he did not hide in his dark bead.

"What do you want to hear? I have no interesting stories throughout my life. The only thing that keeps me alive is a mere desire to see the real world in the story of Father and Mother." Zena lowered her head, something urgent asked to be spewed out. However, with all his heart he held back and remained firm.

"alright. If you don't want to tell me, I won't force you" Chendrik said understandingly. The tighter the grip of his hand and Zena let. The touch he needed to calm his heart when memories with parents came to the surface.

"Say Dad, Mom died twenty years ago. When I was three years old and I needed it so much." Zena nodded heavily. There was trembling in every pitch that came out of his tongue, trembling sorrow and suffering. The strong girl had bitter memories in her life.

"I was playing with Mom and suddenly she fell down and didn't wake up. At the top of that green hill, all the memories of him were still beautifully painted. I roared to Mom to get up and come back to play with me." Zena shook her head while biting her lips tightly.

Without feeling his fingers also hardened on the fingers of Chendrik who grasped. Zena bowed for a moment, exhaling a rough breath that squeezed her chest cavity.

"I don't know the cause of Mom's death. Dad just said Mom had a heart attack. Though at that time I knew Mom's body was giving off red liquid," concluded Zena while glancing at Chendrik with a bitter smile.

He again threw his eyes forward, empty at the hollow air that felt and untouched.

"Where Dad was, at that time my age had just entered the tenth year. My father taught me many things, knowledge, military, war strategy, martial arts and various weapons are also used."

"At my age at that time, I was good at using various weapons thanks to Dad. We live on a remote island, all the residents know us, but none of them know where our house is."

Zena paused, she took a deep breath before continuing the story, "I was training alone on the hill while waiting for Dad to come back from the city, I will show him the results of my training. But the bad news I received. One of the villagers ran up the hill to call me."

He looked down again, long and heavy. Sebak meraja in the heart. Dad played a double role in his life, he became both Dad and Mom at the same time.

"I ran to the dock, and .. and Dad was already lying stiff on a stretcher that the community was carrying." Zena sobbed, no longer able to hold her heart back as she remembered the departure of the most precious person in life.

Chendrik rubbed Zena's shaken back. For the first time, he sees Zena crying. The girl had a fragile side that she kept to herself. The bitter story and suffering that he shut out from everyone. She's a great girl, isn't she? Tough and tough.

Zena took a deep, long breath. Throwing it away slowly eases the raining sebak.

"Father's condition is the same as Mother's, her body is full of blood fluid. At that time I didn't know what happened to them, Dad just said 'if Dad goes stay on the island until you really master everything I give.' I say. Now I know what the cause of their deaths was" Zena concluded, staring at Chendrik, who was sympathetic to him.

The man was unmoved, his gaze imprinted on the serene dark bead without any burden. In fact it holds a million sufferings and pains.

"Do you know what happened to them, Chendrik? In the past, I always went to wear a uniform like the one you wear. When I asked, a friend lent it. I never suspected it, but now I know he went on an unfinished mission" said Zena, who returned to her sternness.

"Twenty years ago, the headquarters was in hot search for the whereabouts of a pair of White Eagles that had suddenly disappeared from the headquarters. At that time the mafia did the same thing, hunting down the two to destroy the Eagle Eye headquarters. All I hear is that your mother was found. He hid himself in the bush so that they would not find his lineage. He didn't die of illness, Zena, but because the mafia surrounded him." A voice chimed in from the entrance of the dining room.

"Uncle?"

"Master?"

Zena and Chendrik both turned their heads, both surprised to find Adhikari already standing there and approaching them.

"Your father came late, he came when Yuki's life was on the edge. That's what your father regrets for a lifetime. While Faris he was shot while attacking one of the mafia headquarters that carried out a stabbing against your mother. He was with me at the time, Zena. I saw everything, I was caught at that time, taken hostage by them to tear this base apart, but the leader used to make a massive attack and managed to take me. Chendrik was helping me." Adhikari turned to the head of the headquarters.

A pride was clearly implied on his face. I also regret not being able to save my best friend. Zena bowed, the determination to destroy the mafia kingpins the stronger she felt.

I'll hunt them all down! Dad said, Life is an art. The art of defending oneself in a cruel world.'