The Musafir

Old Man Victim of War

What does Mantingan currently find besides his confusion choosing the path? He had opened the map many times, but the map did not contain small streets and only contained the main streets.

The mantan is certainly not stupid enough to pass on the main road without calculation. In this season of war, the main streets are often bloody disputes. If not absolutely forced, Mantingan avoids the main road.

But after two days of being lost, Mantingan did not reach his destination. It's just circling around, sometimes north, sometimes south. It rarely moves west. The round area is around Purwakerta, Pura Dalem, and Karang Sindulan. These are the areas that intersect with Sundapura, while the road to Sundapura there is blocking, only the supply trains are allowed to enter.

Now Mantingan is in a very shady bamboo forest. While drinking fresh water, he sat cross-legged on the ground with a map in front of him. Examining the young man looking at the map, he began to make calculations.

Because Sundapura was not allowed to enter at all, the roads to the west were diverted to the surrounding areas.

If the current Mantingan is in Purwakerta, then he must walk south to Karang Sindulan, cross Agrabinta, then turn back north to Kelapa Larang, and then to Cigede. Or from the Sindulan Reef, passing through Agrabinta, then Tanjung Kidul. Those are the two main roads that Mantingan should choose which is the best.

It seems like a matter of safety, the two main roads are both not very safe. So Mantingan made a decision based on distance. Mantingan finally decided to pass the first main road, the path named by him North— Line because the path was on the north side.

In the map, Mantingan can see the location of small towns around the North Line. But it cannot be used as a benchmark for truth. Small towns often sprang up, before they vanished a few dozen years later.

Mantingan did not know whether the existence of many cities had an effect on increasing security or vice versa. But he doesn't want to worry too much about it. If the Mantingan self is confident enough in its strength, so that it can protect itself if it is involved in something that is not desirable later. He also has the power to escape.

“What are you doing in my reed garden, boy?”

The mantle raised its head as it was startled. An old man stood in front of him with a hoe and highlighted the garden machete. The old man's face was not very good.

“Excuse me, Father, Sahaya just a short break here.” The mantle immediately stood up and was about to greet the old man as a form of respect.

Instead of shaking Mantingan's hand, the old man fiercely stared at Mantingan from top to bottom. “You are a swordsman?”

The stiff smiling mantle. “You could say like that, Mr.”

“To make chaos again?”

“Sahaya don't want to make a mess here, Father, Sahaya will quickly go from here.”

“You make a mess where else?” The old man's words stopped Mantingan's movements.

The smile of the mantis instantly faded away. “What do you mean?"

“You swordsmen always make a mess everywhere! Killing as good as a jidat, indiscriminate. Plundering the fields in the name of the kingdom. They oppress poor people like us. Is it not enough to be said as chaos until you want to make even worse chaos?!”

Mantingan was silent for a moment. Now he is facing the victims of war. It is true that war has a huge impact on society. There are always casualties in times of war, the resulting societal losses are also not small. Mantingan could not blame the old man who was angry at him.

“Father, just like other humans, the lake of martial arts is filled with good warriors and evil warriors. Not all warriors are as evil as what you said just now...”

The mantle remained calm. “Bapak, this is the season of war. With or without a swordsman, the war will still be detrimental.”

“But what happened today was caused by you guys, stupid!”

The mantel exhaled long before smiling warmly. Who does not melt when he sees the sincere smile of Mantingan? The angry old man was not offended by Mantingan's smile, he even saw how clear Mantingan's heart was. A smile like the morning sun, shining without demanding a reply.

“Mr, please apologize for the loss that befell you. Maybe you have lost something that can not be obtained again, perahaya know how painful and stifling the chest that you feel.” The mantel smiled sadly. “We both know it is impossible to restore again, and time cannot be rotated to fix what we regret. How it makes the chest feel narrow, makes us lose hope, before finally the fire of revenge smoulders.”

Mantingan was silent for a moment to see the old man's response in front of him. It could be said to be a good development, the old man did not refute Mantingan's remarks. His body was pecking, as if the mantang's words had touched his heart.

“Father, we can make peace with all that. Accept everything as part of the story in life. Then with a feeling of pleasure put a smile on those we no longer have. You can continue with them, as long as their souls have stuck right in the soul of Mr.”

Mantingan seemed to repeat the incident where Rara lay covered in blood on the beach. But Rara did not really leave the young man, Rara's soul had stuck into Mantingan's soul. With a thorough introduction to Rara's nature, Mantingan could imagine how Rara walked alongside her.

That is what is meant by a soul that is attached to the soul. By getting to know a loved one, even though that person has died, it can still be heard how he is angry or laughing. He could still hear the sound of his footsteps, and his voice sounded.

“How can a Child know?” The old man thought that Mantingan had the ability to see people's minds.

The mantle shook slowly and smiled. “I just guessed, Mr.”

The old man exhaled. “I lost my whole family, killed by warriors. I was in the field at the time, I should have died with them.” From the old man his eyes were bright. I guess it's hard to cry. “But the Son has awakened me. They can't I give them back, but I can let them go, I have to make peace, I have to smile at them.”

"I'm very happy to help you."

The old man smiled at the end. "Thank you, Young man."

The mantle smiled widely, he began to pack.

“Where to go, Son? I'm not going to throw you out, my son, this is where you are satisfied.”

“I have to continue the journey, Mr.” The mantle finished packing, got up. From his coffers he reached a number of gold pieces. “It's not much, but please accept.”

“What is this, my son? You did nothing wrong with my family's death.”

The mantel shook his head and forced the old man to accept the money. “That obliterates the family of the Father is the swordsman, and the sahaya is the swordsman as well. Sahaya feels responsible to the Father. Please accept.”

The old man was unkindly accepting it. But he knew that what Mantingan gave him was not his money, but his apology.

“Sahaya beg yourself. Father, always do good.” The mantang wore a farewell smile before stepping away.