The Musafir

People Who Seem to be Second to None

AFTER finishing breakfast, the two made sure nothing was left behind before continuing on the journey. The North River Angel had intended to reassemble his robe and veil, but the Mantingan called out to him to approach him at that time.

“That cloak must make you uncomfortable. Just put on my robe. And for the veil, you can put it up when there are others.” The mantan extended its own cloak to the Angel of the North River.

The girl scrunched her forehead. “Does Mantingan not need it? Anyway ... This robe looks just as thick.” Unkindly Bidadari Sungai Utara intended to refuse.

Smiling coat. “Indeed the thickness is the same, but this robe has the privilege. I don't really need it, fresh air for me is much more valuable.”

“Can I try it now?”

The mantan nodded; the Northern River Angel received and put the robe on his body. The look on his face showed surprise.

“This ... how can it be?”

The mantan only gave a warm smile in response before inviting the girl onward. It took them twice as much tea time until they came out of the forest and back on the road.

Unlike yesterday morning, Bidadari Sungai Utara enjoys the trip this morning. The mantle robe was truly magical, it felt as if it was coming into contact with the morning dew. Fresh air can also be freely inhaled, there is no veil blocking—although it is a little risky, pirates are usually more ferocious after seeing beautiful women.

Mantingan always alerted the Kiai Kedai Sword that is highlighted on his left hip, so that at any time it can be directly pulled by his right hand. Mantingan had promised the Northern River Angel that he would protect her, so there was no excessive vigilance.

Along the way traversed with twists and turns down a hill or up a proof, sometimes have to turn the road around evidence that is too steep. One day Mantingan and Bidadari North River saw a large mountain in front of him.

The mountain that appears behind the gap of the hills looks very beautiful even when viewed from a distance though, no matter what beauty is presented after seeing it up close. The new mantingan recalled that his journey on the Northern Path did indeed pass through at least two large mountains. Amazingly, the two great mountains were side by side.

This was quite an interesting thing for Mantingan, as he rarely saw the mountains during his travels. Moreover, these two mountains can be considered twin mountains because the distance and height are not too far away.

To fill the atmosphere of a fairly quiet trip, Bidadari Sungai Utara decided to open a conversation by telling the story of his journey in the land of Champa to the land of Jawadwipa.

From the land of Champa he departed. A ship was hired by him that carried guards and merchandise. The captain was arguably quite experienced, so some groups of pirates who tried to block them could not dwell in front of him. Moreover, his agile guards, then the trip was almost unimpeded.

Bidadari Sungai Utara has the ability to speak Malay and Sanskrit. He often visited countries outside Champa, so learning a foreign language was an obligation. He can talk easily with the people in Taruma.

However, even with his ability to communicate, the North River Angel really did not know there had been an upheaval in the land of Taruma. He did not expect their ship to be attacked near the coast to Tanjung Kalapa.

The Northern River Angel and two of his guards continued and continued to enter, until they felt safe from the reach of the sea thief. But just as the tiger's mouth slipped into the crocodile's mouth, they again encountered a group of other land pirates and immediately attacked them all out.

The Northern River Angel managed to escape after two of his guards sacrificed themselves to hold off the pirates. Until the young girl arrived at Kedai Purnama Lotus. He rented a room and promised payment at the end.

Until he met Mantingan, and now he walks here.

Mantingan was actually not too surprised to hear the story of the North River Angel. Their ignorance of the turmoil that occurred in Tarumanagara made them continue to sail with confidence, even though at that time the Taruma people themselves did not dare to develop the screen.

Bidadari Sungai Utara added that after arriving at Tanjung Kalapa, he would look for a house that he could rent until the east monsoon wind came. He wanted to find a job to pay for rent and food.

The mantle shook slowly. “I guess you are being targeted by many warriors because of your beauty. It is not wise if you work in Tanjung Kalapa. Because in this land, ordinary warriors disguised themselves as merchants or even ordinary citizens.”

The Angel of the North River sighed slowly. “If it is my destiny to die here, what can I do?”

Back The shaken mantel disagrees. “It's the same as giving up on the circumstances. Seeing your situation like this, you are indeed trapped by the situation. Cost problem, it's easy. But your safety problem in Tanjung Kalapa, I hope you can find a way out.”

“No need to help me any further, Mantingan. You helped me too much, I'm afraid I can't repay you.”

“Do not fellow human beings really have to help each other?” Warm smiling coat. “No need to reply me. Because we are human beings, we help each other. You can't hurt to help me when I'm in trouble, like you did when you helped me fold a tent. But don't assume you did that to reply.”

The Mantingan's words managed to make the Northern River Angel speechless. He hardly ever helps people. He is always asking for help from others, whether it is with payment or with sincerity. Including when he asked Mantingan for help to accompany him to reach Tanjung Kalapa.

He also felt that what the Mantingan said was not wrong. Doesn't man have the mind and mind that sets him apart from other animals? If animals can help their friends a little, why can't humans? If human reason is higher, why can't they go higher in helping others?

Why are there people who are ashamed to help others? The high caste did not want to help the lower caste, the moneyed people intervened to help the farmer pull his cart, and all sorts of other reasons. True if it is said that the sense of prestige is one of the greatest destroyers of peace.

Again the Mantingan is able to open people's eyes. Open his view on living a mortal life. Healing the blind. That is what it means to heal the blind.

Including the view of the North River Angel in looking at it. No longer as a traveler whose intention is to just walk. No longer as a warrior who seeks the path of perfection through ridiculous things. The mantle is the mantel. A different person. A mysterious person who seemed like nothing in the world.