The Musafir

Rara's Voice

Is correct. The Mantingan heard that was Rara's voice. It is true that he is the lover of his heart. That's right it was Rara.

"Rara, you're coming again." The mantel said softly, as gentle as his smile.

"This time I'll settle in your head, Mantingan. Now, my soul is your soul, so do not reject my commandment, for it is your own command."

"Rara, I've longed for your presence." Mantingan did not care what Rara said, the sound managed to make her forget almost everything.

"Bringing!" said that voice again. "Listen to me! you should go to bed now. Even if it hurts, you have to."

"How can I sleep and leave you, Rara?"

"If you sleep then I'll sleep too. I'm so tired of thinking right now." The voice sounded soft. "Sleep, if you don't want to do that for yourself then do it for me."

Mantingan paused for a moment before replying in his mind, "Many people need me Rara. I can't just sleep."

"If you get sick later, you will not be able to help anyone."

The mantel breathed a long breath. "Then what about these splinters?"

"You did your best. Remember no? You did not sleep at all last night.if you do not sleep now then there will be more throws that you wasted."

Again the sighing mantan always smiles. "Alright, alright. I'm going to sleep, but it's going to be a short sleep. I'm doing this for you, even if it means something for myself."

The voice was no longer heard, the fishing rod went into his room and then lay down on the mats that had been provided for him. He tried to close his eyes, but did not feel drowsiness.

The headache that had attacked Mantingan began to feel again. Extremely dizzy and eager to wake up. But yes remember that he did this not for himself, for a Rara. Then again he forced himself to close his eyes even though dizziness and headaches like a mumps that destroyed his head.

***

The mantle does not know how to fall asleep. But behold now he has awakened a long sleep. It was almost Mantingan did not believe. Right according to what Rara said in her mind.

The mantle feels better than ever. His mind is back clear. His head no longer felt heavy. There is no stabbing feeling in certain parts of the head.

He was sure that he did not just sleep for a while. The mantle could feel that his body had been asleep for quite a while.

Soon the mantan resurrected itself. He didn't want to laze for very long. There were still many Magic Throws that he needed to cast spells.

Mantingan quickly opened the door and from the light he saw, Mantingan knew that the day had become night. How can I fall asleep all day?

The mantan walked quickly towards the courtyard to see if that was the case on his Magic Throwing furnace. Because the last time he stayed, it should have been waiting to be lit up under the control of the soldiers.

Once there, Mantingan bought his eyes in disbelief. He saw a huge furnace being lit by fire. Even more surprising, Mantingan saw the presence of the soldiers around the furnace.

They seemed to be doing something, which if examined turned out to be a Magic Spark distillation activity.

As the soldiers were seen cutting the wood into small pieces, others were seen lifting the Magic Throw from within the boiling pot.

The warriors most familiar with Mantingan, such as Putu and Darma saw refine the spices in the ulekan, they had indeed been taught how to fuse the spices for the proper refining of Magic Throw.

Seeing that it was not upset Mantingan even moved. Even if later the throws they made failed, but their attitude has proven their loyalty and passion is very large. .

"Brother man, forgive us for going before you to boil these throws. We see that you seem to be very exhausted and you cannot remain silent as long as you sleep." One of them said somewhat worriedly.

The mantel brings a warm smile. "You did something I didn't expect before. And how that is a very good thing. Thank you, my friends."

Crossing his arms back walked over there to see the quality of the thump they made. The mantan took out a sheet of Lontar and grabbed it, then he nodded and smiled in satisfaction.

Although the quality of the ejection they made was not as good as he made, but Mantingan was not disappointed at all. These magic spouts are still worth using.

"It's very good, very good." The coat is very happy. "In this way you lighten my duties, of course I will feel unsettled if I do not reply to you. What do I deserve for you?"

They glanced at each other before nodding slowly. Darma said, "What if dinner is together but Brother Man is spending us? We think that's more than enough."

The mantle smiled and nodded. "That's no big deal, tonight you're gonna eat good!"

The thirteen soldiers cheered happily.

***

Before starting to bounce off the thrashing, Mantingan first bought food from the store he used to visit.but not just one store, Mantingan bought food from one store.

It was according to his promise that he would spend the soldiers in his residence dinner. Gold chips are not a big deal right now.

Mantingan returned to the residence and was greeted warmly.

They held the dinner in the house with proper food for them. Not too much and not less.

Although the food was the usual food they ate, but thanks to the provision of spices, the taste of the food was more delicious and tastier.

The dinner was punctuated by various small talk that did not discuss the war in the least. If only one of the soldiers alluded to the war, then the atmosphere of eating could be sure to be damaged. Let for a moment the war be forgotten, anyway tomorrow they will remember and face it again.

After the dinner was over, Mantingan returned to his room and began to bounce off the Magic Throw.

In his mind Mantingan called Rara's name so that at least he got a conversation partner.

"Why did you call me, Mantingan?" Rara's soft voice rang out inside Mantingan's head.

The mantan smiled and replied in his mind, "Until when are you in my head?"

"If you're disturbed, you can leave now."

Mantingan frantically said, "Don't stay here and never leave again."

Rara grunts. "Then why did you throw me out?"

"I didn't throw you out. I just asked ...."

"But you don't seem to like my existence, then I'll just go."