The Musafir

Advice from the Trade

"This sister has been called by many names. If not mistaken, this Sister is from the country of Champa?”

BIDAFARI NORTH RIVER, glancing at Mantingan, as Mantingan nodded, he also nodded nervously. “That's right, Mr.”

The merchant fell silent for a while before muttering, “Hmm, if you are truly sought after in this land of Taruma. Very dangerous lingering in Javadvipa, Sister.”

The mantle that had been holding its breath began to raise its voice. “Father, if peril may know, how great is the danger threatening Sister of the North River now?”

The merchant rubbed his chin back, before saying softly. “Cannot be said small danger, Mantingan. The price of the North River Angel if captured alive is 1,000 pieces of gold, or for the swordsman who managed to catch it without the slightest blister will be rewarded five Batu.”

The mantel held his breath again. The Northern River Angel was deathly pale, sounding extremely frightening in his ears.

Now it is the turn of the wife of the merchant who raises his voice. “Kaka, can we help our Sister?”

“Very dangerous, Kaka is not a swordsman and Kaka cannot believe there are any good warriors other than Mantingan.” Trade shakes. “North River Sister in the hands of Mantingan is right.”

Another wife denied, “But Kaka, Brother Mantingan is only alone, while the warrior who hunts Sister of the North River is very much.”

“Take it easy, Dinda. Kaka has seen for himself the ability of Kaka Man when training Sister North River.”

The mantle throbs a few times. His last training was not very good when viewed by others. The merchant was aware of the sound of Mantingan deham, stopping the conversation about Mantingan and Bidadari Sungai Utara.

“Father, forgive the danger that seems to have ruined the atmosphere of dinner.” The thin smiling mantle.

“No, really not. You and Sister of the North River should know this chapter.” The merchant shook his arm and smiled. “If I may give you some advice, hurry up and get away from Javadvipa. I'm sure you know the east monsoon still needs time to get to Dwipantara. But you must still leave this Javadvipa, at least until the east monsoon winds arrive.”

Mantingan fell silent, the Angel of the North River also behaved so. Where to go besides Javadvipa? Suvarnadvipa certainly can not be reached, to get there must wait for the east monsoon wind.

Seeing the seduction of Mantingan and Angel of the North River, the Merchant then added, “You can go to a remote island where people rarely know and rarely want to go there. The safety level of the Northern River Sister was much higher there. After the east monsoon wind arrives, the North River Sister can sail back to Champa.”

The mantle nodded slowly. “Do you know where the island we can stop by?”

“Don't ask me and don't let me know. So at any time, even when I am threatened, your place will not be known. Don't tell anyone else that you've met me, let us protect each other.”

Mantang nodded his head and smiled. “Thank you, Father. We will not do such a thing that harms ourselves. What a suggestion from the Father is very valuable for us.”

The merchant then told me a lot about his journey as a merchant. He is from Suvarnadvipa and lives in Javadvipa. He had visited distant lands such as Champa, Fu-nan, and the Jin Empire.

In times of upheaval is the hardest time for his efforts. Many of its stores have been forced to close for safety. The closure of the store really makes him lose, because he not only sells dead goods but also foodstuffs.

Not wanting food to rot in vain, the merchant decided to distribute it to the war-affected cities. He himself led the journey, going to one of the cities he wanted to donate food. In that city, he met two sisters who had lost their family and home altogether. There's nothing left but them. Large families lived in the same city, and only they survived.

The merchant was not married at the time. He thought about marrying one of them, after all they were mature. But there is another obstacle, which is that one of them does not want to be separated. If one of the brothers wants to marry, the other must be brought along. After some consideration, the merchant chose to marry the two.

“Indeed I was not in love at the time, but gradually my love grew bigger, as big as the moon set in the sky.” The merchant chuckled at the shoulders of his two wives.

The mantan almost choked on his own breath, while the Northern River Angel swallowed saliva.

The dishes began to arrive shortly after. Until all the dishes are gathered at the table, the Merchant opens the dinner. A few words of welcome back. Connect with stitching. Full of joy, laughter. It's simple, but happy. The atmosphere will always be remembered.

***

What a heartwarming farewell. That morning before the sun rose, even before the day became the light of the land. Too late is called midnight, too early is called morning. Mantingan went downstairs to remove the merchant entourage. The Northern River Angel expected her presence, but no one would have the heart to wake the girl this early. So enough Mantingan as a representative.

“Father of the Merchant, Sahaya wishes you congratulations to your destination.”

The merchant laughed loudly. “My current destination is uncertain, Mantingan, but thank you for your prayers it.”

The mantle nodded and smiled. They shake hands. The merchant and his two wives boarded the chariot. They waved each other's hands before the group finally moved away.

Mantingan was silent for a while, looking at the torchlight points from the increasingly distant trading troupe. The merchant is a good person, he takes two wives not on the basis of **** personal, what a generous act he does. And about the distended stomach, the merchant explained that the distended stomach is a hereditary inheritance, can not be changed. Not because he eats too much.

Mantingan went back into his room on the second floor, there was a story he had to write. His story was trained with the North River Angel. The story of what he heard from the North River Angel next to his room. And the story of the dinner was so fun.

The light of the land Mantingan spent writing, until the day became the light of morning Mantingan came down to take a bath. Then he went back to his room, writing and writing.

Morning changed by noon. All experiences have been written. Fifteen splints that Mantingan made, contains the story of his journey. Who will read his story? Nobody knows. Will his story be safe until the end of his journey to find Kembangmas? No one knows anyway. Let it be an untold, unwritten story.