The Musafir

Two Guests

“You are not polite.” Said the old man.

“Don't I already emphasize such high courtesy in my remarks? But the way you retaliated made me no longer be polite in front of you."

The old man muttered softly and glanced at one of his oldest disciples. The student who glanced at it then jumped from the boat with a high jump. In the air he spun three times before setting foot onto the river bank. His face was handsome and looked like a fine young man, but the arrogance within the look in his eyes had already revealed almost everything in just a single glance. His hands were folded forward with his chin raised slightly.

Then the old man again said, “We will meet your banquet. But don't expect you guys to mess with us, or your heads will be cut off with this kelewang.” He seemed to feel the hilt of his lethargy and said as if Mantingan and Satya were despicable beings who did not deserve his courtesy.

“But please don't mind if we close your eyes so there is no cheating at all.”

The old man's anger and suspicion rose high. “Satan pedestal! How dare you suspect us, even to senile men who have trouble remembering this path!”

The old man fiercely pulled the leper. Desing-desing pull out the sword next sounded. To them, the attracted slats of the old man was a sign for war!

Satya still looked calm, but Mantingan felt a little uneasy with the metallic luster of the many mallets drawn towards him. Satya raised both of her hands to chest level, trying to calm them down.

“We will not cheat. And if your sense of trust is still not enough, I can offer you another way.” Satya looked around. “Take a long rope and tie it to the arm of a representative of you. And if there is a problem, the person can pull the rope as a sign of danger. By following the direction of that rope, you can find us easily.”

Mantingan saw a cold smile from Satya, as well as a sudden cooling air.

“But if you try to follow us with that rope, then believe me that this representative of yours will be in danger.”

Silence for a moment. This is not an option for them, because Satya's strength can not be underestimated. The old man who was their elder nodded his head at his oldest disciple who was also on the river bank.

“We agree.”

“But, Elders ...” The restrained cry from the other disciples was immediately cut off.

“This is my decision, no one can argue.”

No more disapproval. Satya smiled widely and nodded. He took out two pieces from the four pieces of cloth he had prepared. The mantle was given one to tie it to the Fire Spear Academy's oldest disciple. A long rope was also tied to his second hand.

A mantel was found to lead the oldest disciple. Without lingering any longer, Satya directed the Flame Spear College elder into the path. A spell as usual caught up with him in the back, this time with the addition of a thirty-year-old man he had to lead. The four of them left dozens of Fire Spear Academy disciples ready to wait.

Somewhat long, but they managed to get out of the tall bushes towards the neatly arranged rows of trees. Mantingan and Satya according to the plan to remove the cloth that covers the eyes of both guests after passing through complicated junctions.

“Please relax. I'm not saying that I have a college, but I have a house that's a little far from here. I don't think your rope will be long enough to get to that hill.” Satya pointed at the points of light which were the torchlight from her house. “So I suggest, just take off the rope. We don't carry weapons anyway.”

“Alright, alright.” The eldest disciple pulled his leavers and slashed the thick rope binding in his hands. The piece was very neat, like cutting a single leaf. So neat, no fibers spewed out of the piece of mine.

Then the Fire Spear College elder also pulled his lemongrass back and quickly slashed the mine in his hand. Pieces of the mine is not neat, but from the piece appears red embers of fire sign of the inner energy used is a large inner power.

Although they hold the title as members of the white college, but the arrogant habits of both seem unconvincing whiteness.

The mantan looks undisturbed, as well as Satya who behaves as if he never saw the two steady slashes.

“Please pass by here,” said Satya with a friendly face illuminated by torchlight.

The two guests walked over with a high attitude of vigilance. While Mantingan and Satya walk casually. In his mind, Mantingan smiled in satisfaction as the plan went smoothly and accordingly.

Shortly after, the hill above which there was a house began to be seen. The two torches on the first rung of the stairs still lit up so brightly despite the wind. And on each side of the edge of the stairs up to the top there is a small earthenware bowl that is given oil and cotton to then ignite the fire.

“It seems you really want to trap us with those flames, huh?” The Elders of Fire Spear College laughed long and reluctantly stepped up.

“We have no such intention, but we can turn off these flames.”

“Not necessary,” the grunt, “let me turn off this flame-trapping fire!”

Again he pulled his lemongrass and moved at a speed barely caught by the eye.

His majesty shook the strong wind until the fire died, then the earth bowl was gouged by him into the air before being slapped on the blade of the sword until it broke apart.

The old man did the same thing to every bowl of fire on the stairs until there was nothing left. Destroyed all by him.

And with his disrespect, he surpassed the host who was still under the hill while he had been on top. Satya seemed to have not undergone a change in face, Mantingan could only shake slowly over the big attitude of the head of the elder who should be a pilot of his students.

“Mari and above," said Satya still maintaining his hospitality.

It did not take long or a sense of admiration from the two guests, Satya immediately asked them to enter his house.