The Musafir

The New Sword of the North River

COAT felt a little awkward as the cold hand touched it. Not without reason, does the North River Angel already have a lover in Champa? He should not have clutched the hands of others, and walked as if holding hands.

But when Mantingan turned to him, he could see the normally gentle eyes of the Northern River Angel now showing fear. Mantingan immediately understood the state of the North River Angel. The girl has been through some tough times. All members of his group who were on the voyage died in Java. Leaving scars that will never go away.

Of course being in the middle of a crowd like this made him scared instead of playing. His bad memories seem to be back. If only the Angel of the North River walked without a handle, he would feel himself walking alone in the midst of a hungry tiger. The presence of the Mantingan was needed, then the young man did not need to take it as a problem.

They go around to find things to buy. Some people stared suspiciously at the appearance of the Northern River Angel who was considered too closed, but chose not to care too much about it.

Mantingan did not find a shop that sold the books of penjilatan. Not many books were sold in that market. There are only a few shops that sell empty puffs. However for the sword, the Mantingan could still find it.

Swords sold on average are swords for display. Only attach importance to form without caring about weight and efficiency. But there was a double-edged sword that Mantingan thought was most suitable for swordsmen, he asked the Northern River Angel to try it.

The Northern River Angel received the sword and began to test the efficiency of the sword to attack. No Mantingan thought that the North River Angel showed a stance, not an ordinary movement, the girl did not playfully try the sword.

The Angel of the North River is like a dancing woman. The movement of his body is flexible, can bend anywhere. His sword moved so fast, it was almost invisible, that it was as if the Northern River Angel was not holding a sword at all.

Mantingan clucked in admiration. He was amazed at the beauty of the dance, amazed at its attack. Because he knew, the beautiful dance held the threat of death. His sword moves quickly, the eyes of a swordsman will be difficult to follow his movements.

Not only Mantingan, even the shop owner was amazed.

The North River Angel stopped his movement after realizing he was being noticed. Shushed in shame he quickly returned the sword to Mantingan.

“What a marvel! I've never seen such a beautiful dance in my entire life!” The shopkeeper clapped and cheered loudly. “The show you presented is very valuable, I would be very honored if you would bring the sword together on your journey.”

Mantingan turned to the North River Angel with a hard-to-believe look. “How can Sisters do it?”

Still with a shy blush Bidadari Sungai Utara answered simply. “This is the science that my teacher handed down.”

The mantle shook slowly. Although the science is derived though, it needs expertise to master it. But now is not the time for much praise.

“Does this sword suit you?” Mantian asked.

“Yes, I think this sword is not too heavy nor too light. Simply match my sword left in the forest.”

Mantingan widened his eyes on the Northern River Angel. The girl really did not know that her words were very dangerous. The Northern River Angel bought his own eyes after learning the location of his mistake.

The shop owner smiled broadly. “If indeed Sister's sword is left in the forest and now needs a new sword, I am increasingly begging Sister to bring the sword on your way. Surely the sword will be rusty and useless here, but in the hands of the Sister it will change her fate.”

The mantle cleared a few times before turning to face the shop owner. “It certainly can't be like that, Brother. In any case, we cannot get this sword for free.”

“You get it not for free, This sister has shown me a show that opens my eyes to see the world. This sword I give with my highest honor. Brother, Sister, please accept!”

“Brother, forgive me if you don't pay this.” The mantle re-stretched the sword.

“Really nothing, Brother.” The man smiled happily.

“Then we will take this sword. And thank you very much for being generous Brother.”

Mantingan and Bidadari Sungai Utara said goodbye to the shop owner before leaving the place. The Northern River Angel happily panned the sword at his waist. It really felt like he found his soul mate.

Mantingan asked the North River Angel to follow him to accompany him to buy some supplies such as dried meat and dried vegetables, Mantingan also bought an empty palm shell because the supply of the ejection is getting thin.

They leave the market after making sure nothing else wants to be bought. With two horses, they drove across the dust, past the meadow, slipped among the tall pine trees, up and down in the hills, before finally reaching the village stopover.

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The inn they rented was a quiet inn. Just like the tavern they had visited this afternoon, there really was no one else but the two of them. The attention center of service is directed at both.

Mantingan ordered two rooms side by side. One for him, one for the swamp. He deliberately ordered the adjoining room, so that he could arrive on time when there was a problem.

The Little Angel of the North River thanked him many times before entering his room. The mantel went into his room. Inside he improved for a while before starting to write a thrower.

The story that Mantingan wrote now began to enter at his meeting with the North River Angel and everything that took place in Kedai Purnama Merah. Not spared the name of the Golden Claw Swordsman and two heirlooms that failed to be seized.

So late Mantingan in his writing activities, to forget time. The stomach does not feel hungry, numb. Reasoning for time as if dead, the new mantingan aware of the time when the morning sunlight touched his skin.

Mantingan took a long breath. His story to write has been finished. No more material to write. He must immediately make something interesting in his life, in order to be written.

Mantingan came out of his room, coinciding with that the door of the Northern River Angel's room opened. The girl also came out of her room, only to realize the existence of Mantingan when she closed the door. From the looks of it, the swamp angel carried his bundle and sword.

The mantan was a little surprised, he asked kindly. “Saudari River where to go?”

Somewhat stammered The Angel of the North River replied, “A-I want to shower under.”

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Starting tomorrow the update will return to normal, lately my busyness increased. For friends, keep your spirits up and don't forget to smile!