The Musafir
Why Acuh?
“Don't joke, of course I'm very, very unwilling.”
BIDADARI North River laughed nervously after noticing his mistake.
“Saudari, you better get inside the tent immediately. Night mosquitoes in the middle of the forest like this are much sicker than other mosquitoes.”
“May I open the cloak and veil I wear? These clothes will definitely bother me a lot sleep.”
The mantel raised its eyebrows before smiling. “Yes, of course. Why need permission?”
“Why do I need permission? Of course I did that to make sure you could still hold back. The smile you showed was terrible.”
Smile Fading mantle. “No as long as you quickly enter and close the tent.”
After Mantingan said that, there was no reason for the Northern River Angel not to immediately enter the tent. The words he wanted to make were only stuck in his throat. That was the thank you of the White Wind Angel after the Mantingan had been guarding him for a full day.
***
Night like this really reminds Mantingan of his camp in the heart of the forest at that time. Which in the end must be abandoned.
It is not good to be kept in a comfortable area, so said Kiai Guru Kedai even said his parents. But sometimes like this is not the real problem.
Mantingan stuck a reed torch he had just made to the ground. The light produced is enough to illuminate around, even dimly, but not too large to attract attention.
The mantle drained a bit of deep energy throughout his body. To prevent mosquitoes from biting her body. The insects will quickly fly away after a short time perched on the body Mantingan, if it has been flowed energy in so.
Even expert level breeders will find it difficult to reach a calm mind if the mosquito continues to bite. No exception Mantingan. He intends to continue his story on the sham, writing, which means he needs calm rather than mosquitoes.
So the young man began to write the script on the font, which if the characters were joined together would form a Sanskrit word, which, when combined again, would form sentence by sentence, then connected in a book will be a story full of sorrows.
That night was cold. The air seems wet. Dewy leaves. When the wind is rotating, even though it is slow, then the creation of fog— which further adds to the cold of the night. Especially when the wind is quite strong, kudu Mantingan fur stands so cold.
The mantan is deliberately not wearing a magical Kenanga-giving robe. If he continues to hang on to the robe, when will the Mantingan feel the real air? Just like life, if you want to be considered as a life, there is bitter and sweet that must be passed. No matter if man only wants sweetness, bitterness he will feel.
Unknowingly he wrote it on his chest. Let it be so, Mantingan said in his mind. Isn't that the reality?
Writing without counting the time. Once he sets, then the time is considered short, so it is not difficult also when the sun begins to rise. The mantle stopped the movement of his finger and stored back his writing utensils inside the bundle. The mantle stands and stretches its back before walking closer to the tent.
The Mantingan summoned the North River Angel several times to wake him up. The curtain of the tent is open, featuring the North River Angel with a new look of waking up. He looked around and yawned once.
“Why rush once? East monsoon wind is still a long time, do not be too excited to continue the journey to Champa, and I am still sleepy.”
“Not good linger in the forest like this, Sister North River.”
The swamp angel looked at Mantingan with a seductive gaze, from his tone also spoken with seductive intent. “I'll wake up after you call me ‘Bidfrom North River’. Why don't you ever call me that?”
The Angel of the North River is conscious of his daydream. He was silent for a moment with a look like he was remembering something. It was then that he laughed awkwardly and scratched his still disheveled hair.
“Sorry, I was still half conscious. What I say does not need to be taken seriously, you can call me by any name.”
Mantingan only replied to him with a small laugh. “Then, it's good Sister get up soon. After that we will have breakfast before we leave. I also want to fold his tent.”
“Oh yes, of course. Do I have to wear a veil?”
“No need if it bothers you.”
The Northern River Angel smiled then came out from inside Mantingan's tent while carrying his bundle. He tidied up his clothes and hair a little and then turned back to Mantingan.
“You want me to help?”
***
Still on that morning.
They're breakfast boiled jerky. The new tent was finished folded, after the North River Angel managed to tangle his ropes as he intended to help. Over and over again the girl apologized, no matter how often Mantingan forgave her.
But as he chewed on the food, the North River Angel seemed to forget that he had apologized repeatedly.
“This jerky seems to be less salt, add a little pepper more delicious. Isn't pepper overflowing in your land? Why don't you use it?”
The mantle shrugged his shoulders. “In short, I forgot to buy salt and pepper when on the market.”
The Northern River Angel nodded in understanding. But there was one thing that he did not understand, was the attitude of the Mantingan always indifferent like that? Or only to him was the young man acting cold. Honestly North River Angel does not like men who are cold.
“Is your attitude always like this to everyone, or to me?”
The mantle stops chewing. He looked into the eyes of the girl who asked him, for a moment he was stunned.
“Entahlah, Sisters who are from Champa. I lost some people who kept my mind from working as usual. Maybe I need some time to recuperate until I fully recover.”
The look on the face of the Northern River Angel changed. As if to understand Mantingan, and as sad as Mantingan. But he never knew his story. But who cannot see the clarity of Mantingan's eyes, which always show his heart?
“I'm sorry, Mantingan. I didn't expect it before, and even prejudiced you.”
The mantel shook slowly, not showing the slightest offence. “It is precisely Sister who should forgive me, my attitude is not at all wearing on you. Like yesterday when I rejected you over and over again, I was too rude to you.”
“Nothing, Mantingan. It's really no problem for me. I know, the sense of losing someone or something that can not be owned back is not easy to recover, then your attitude to me like anything I will consider an extraordinary attitude.”
