The Musafir
If You Know My Secrets, I Must Know Your Secrets
FIVE large rolls of firewood came shortly afterwards. The wood comes from the rest of the debris that can no longer be saved. The three people carrying firewood looked exhausted, while their waiting friends looked very fresh as if they had just taken a shower.
“Thank you, you guys can freely rest, no need to take care of me, I'm not going anywhere.” The mantle smiled gently before walking closer to the large furnace.
The soldiers who were watching Mantingan were partly sitting on the outskirts of the courtyard, others taking a break inside the house.
The mantle lays a single bond of firewood into the combustion furnace, while a large pot of water is topped. Because there is no firestone, Mantingan uses his inner power to create fire, this time he has no difficulty anymore because the quality of his inner power continues to increase over time.
A huge fire was created, blazing burning the furnace. The soldiers looked at Mantingan with astonished gazes, now they realized that in fact Mantingan could defeat them easily if he wanted to.
They also realized that Mantingan was a good person and really intended to help without any particular intention.
Their vigilance began to decline against Mantingan, even now they began to think to protect instead of watching Mantingan.
A glimmer of hope appeared as warm as the burning sun inside the furnace.
The mantan went inside the house to pick up the thrower, this time no one followed him. The mantle takes at least five ejection queens at a time in one bond, he brings them back to the combustion furnace.
Arriving there, Mantingan poured the spouts on the water in a pot that has not been too boiling. After which, Mantingan sat cross-legged on the lawn while taking out a bag full of spices.
“Can you help me?” The mantan said to the soldiers at the edge of the courtyard.
They all nodded.
“Then, please find and bring a pounding tool.”
One of them quickly stood up without being forced, quickly walking into the house.
While waiting for the soldier to come bring a pounder, Mantingan opened the bag and checked the spices. Then he nodded in satisfaction when he saw the quality of the spices he had obtained were worthy of making the Magic Throw.
After the ulekan came to him, Mantingan began to mix the spices in sequence. His movements were agile and without a doubt, as if he had gotten used to making Magic Throws before. Just like the writing of characters on Magic Spears, the melting of spices should also not be done too quickly and in a hurry.
This was a valuable lesson for the warriors guarding the Mantang. They often met with magicians, but the warriors always hid when making spells or potions so that their knowledge did not leak. But Mantingan without worry and without objection showed his order clearly.
After all the spices smash into a smooth, Mantingan pours it into the pot. The water was half boiling at that moment. Mantingan took long bamboo on the edge of the yard and used it to stir up the contents of the pot.
“Stay just wait for this distillation to finish.” Mantang patted his hands. “Ah, I feel like I need some sleep. Making magic spells is always tiring.” The mantis then turned to the soldiers. “Do you guys want to sleep with me too?”
“We will not bother you anymore. Already so much that you despise for us, please rest in peace.”
The wide smiling coat. “Thank you, it's not nothing.”
***
Mantingan only slept for a while. Or rather, the young man ha, the pir did not sleep. He closed his eyes, only his body rested. Mantingan do breathing exercises, so that the most important knowledge of Kiai Guru Kedai is not forgotten as time goes by.
Manten opened his eyes as he felt that the lontar distillation could already be considered finished. He exited the room, finding the soldiers guarding him sleeping on the wooden floor without any pedestal. They were warriors, a group of people trained to sleep anywhere and anytime.
In guarding the city, they definitely could not take much time off. It is only natural that they take the opportunity to sleep while they can. In war, lack of sleep can be a source of death.
The mantle walked away from them. He was also quite happy that the soldiers had shown their confidence in him.
The mantle took the large net provided near the furnace, then dipped the net to lash out at it. The condition of the lontar is still tied so that the Mantingan does not have significant difficulties when lifting it.
The mantle drained the water while turning off the fire. A bundle of five hundred spears was brought into his room to begin writing the incantation.
***
Until night Mantingan just languished in his room. There was not a single soldier to harass him, but a debate broke out between the soldiers. The debate began when one of the soldiers suggested that Mantingan was actually performing a perverted ritual in his room. Since it was a perverted ritual, Mantingan was fine showing his knowledge in front of them.
A small percentage of the soldiers believed, most others denied it all-out. But the anxiety is even greater when the night has picked up and Mantingan has not yet left his room.
Still no one dared to disturb the Mantingan, but they had also prepared a plan in case the worst was to happen; breaking down the door and killing Mantingan on the spot despite the life bet.
An unbearable anger again made them decide they were carrying out the plan. Each drew a sword from its sheath, staring at each other to reassure each other.
The first man advanced slowly until at the front door, he was preparing to break down the door of the room with his back.
"In my count," he said, “One .... two ... three!”
Door opens. Unbreakable. The mantle that opened the door. He scrunched his forehead astonished to see them unsheathing the sword in front of his room.
“Is everything okay?”
The soldiers immediately lowered and then sheathed his sword, smiling awkwardly, none of them dared to answer Mantingan's question.
Mantingan thought for a while before finally realizing what was wrong. He showed a cruel smile to the soldiers in front of him.
“So you guys already know my secret, huh?” The mantle laughed coldly.
They gave a uniform response: grabbing the hilt of his sword and gulping spit.
“Then, get ready to die ...”
Just a moment ago Mantingan said like that, the entire residence had suddenly become pitch-black. The lanterns went out simultaneously.
“MOTHER! I'M DEAD, MOM!”
“Ratna!!! I haven't expressed love!”
“I'm dead! I die!!!”
“Ampuni servant, Gusti! Send your servant to heaven!”
“Give me my life! I don't want to die!”
Back the entire lantern in the residence lit up. The looks of a valiant soldier who now looks like a child punished by his mother. They were shackled for a while before realizing what had happened.
“If you already know my secret, then I should also know your secret.” The mantle laughed before walking past them. “Talk to Ratna before the war began, many soldiers are more gallant and not crybaby like you, he could have you late get it.”
