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Source We all know. We all know that somebody; whose his heart that is made of stone, ice and cold. Or maybe, he does not have a heart at all, we can never be sure. He was no bigger than an average human but, everywhere he crosses, a tidal wave of destruction was left in the wake. His name is legend among the fearful and the hated. His story unsurpassed, unshakable as it is passed by murmur of those survived. But what do we know is that, he desires for the heart of gold, owned by maidens young and pure. Desire--more like a thirst, really—but he has that kind of insatiable thirst that even the universe cannot fulfill. Thus then, he began his scheme. The thieving of your heart. That’s what I call the love pirate—when they come to your home and raid upon your chest, running away with a part of—if not all—your heart. He takes no heed of the consequences that would follow, only thinking of what’s satisfactorily fulfilling in his ship. Source Sometimes he wo...

Source Naja memegang kotak berbunga itu. Erat. Pondok bas itu menjadi saksi penungguan selama tiga puluh minit dan setengah. Siapa lagi yang ditunggu kalau bukan dia. Akhirnya tiba susuk tubuh yang didambakan jiwa halus si Naja. Semakin lama semakin jelas kelihatan. Berbaju hitam, bersepatu sama rona. “Maaf, lama menunggu?” tanya si empunya badan. Lelaki, umurnya tidak lebih tidak kurang Naja. “Jadi. Seperti dijanjikan, kita main catur.” Kata Naja. Bidak dan tir catur dikeluarkan daripada kotak berbunga tadi. Kristal putih dan hitam buatan Tanah Besar. Khaider dan Naja serentak menyusunnya di atas papan. Serentak, tanpa suara; Naja menjadi tir putih manakala Khaider, hitam. Catur. Permainan penuh tipu daya dan samaran niat. Di mana pemain diumpan dengan ketamakan memakan tir musuh, yang acap kali terbayar dengan kehilangan tir sendiri. Peluang untuk melangkah satu petak ke hadapan disamarkan dengan ikatan perangkap bidak barisan hadapan. ----------------------------...