The Musafir

The Journey Must Continue

BIRDS CHIRPING unpretentious. Fly better here, perch the branches and the branches. Solar shoots poking between the cracks of the hills, whether waking or awakening the rooster. Other forest animals such as deer and mountain goats began to come out for food, every night they could barely move, overshadowed by a large striped cat.

Like animals, humans wake up to eat. The man shouldered the pacul, went to the farm. The women share the task, some brew tea some cook rice, some cook vegetables. Morning as usual in the village, always crowded by people who are busy by their respective affairs. Despite being preoccupied by each other's affairs, none of them lost their hospitality. Each side by side with other farmers, they greet kindly.

In a peaceful village like this there is no cross dispute or land grab. Everything's docked. Enough, leaving forests to breathe and a place to live for other animals. Not excessive, every problem is always resolved in deliberation and leads to peace and tight friendship.

Almost no one knows their neighbors. To the end of the village, even though they were familiar. They know each other very well. In a very recognisable sense, they also know the current condition of their neighbors. Whether the neighbor is sick, has family problems, or food difficulties. Everything is helped, by love and possessions. Like a house brother.

The usual mantel opened the window of his room. Letting fresh air in with a little fog. Let the birds chirp more and more heard. And as usual, Mantingan also brewed a cup of hot tea.

As a result of the rain last night, the morning air became colder. The rushing water that irrigated the large trenches, did not dare to imagine how cold it would be to soak in them.

Until the sound of the door being knocked. Mantang turned his head. The voice of the Northern River Angel appeared behind the door.

“Mantingan, can I come in? There are a few things I want to talk about.”

“Log in, Sisters, door unlocked.”

Door opens. The Northern River Angel entered with a veil on his face. He looked at Mantingan with an anxious look. What was?

“Mantingan, I was scared once.” The North River's Angel is getting closer to Mantingan.

“What is scary? Are there rats in Sister's room?”

“No, no, not that.” The North River's angel shook strongly. “There was someone under the inn who kept staring towards my room window. It's like he's staring at me."

The mantle can no longer relax. He got up from his chair and put his tea on the table. Mantingan closed the door of the room before giving a serious look to the Northern River Angel.

“Maybe this is the worst part, Sister River. We must proceed immediately.”

The North River Angel was getting more and more anxious his gaze. Breathing dusts. His heart is racing fast. He was not ready for something sudden.

The mantle moved towards his desk. There were some Magic Throws that he made last night. One of them he attached to the wall of the room, the silent mantra is active.

“From the North River, whoever is watching you, whether it is a bad-meaning or well-meaning person, whether it is a strong swordsman or not, what is certain for us is to set out as soon as possible. Let's just say we're working on the worst plan, supervised by an expert swordsman."

“Mantingan, can't we wait a moment?”

“Until when?”

“Till tomorrow.”

The Northern River Angel gulped his saliva once, before finally nodding. Can what he is? Didn't he put himself in the Mantingan. Although Mantingan never thought so. The Mantingan order was a dead price to him. So whatever the decision of Mantingan he will live like or forced, even though it will lead to death though.

“But how can we get out? Isn't that fellow still watching around the inn?”

“We passed the underground path.”

Mantingan had thought through this plan. Escape through the underground. Only in that way could they run away without any enemy being seen. The mantan has examined the underground terrain by flowing its internal energy on the ground. It's actually pretty good. There are some large cracks some fathoms down from the ground surface. The rift formed a gap, which humans could presumably pass through. The mantan traces the cracks with the Wind Control Science he mastered, so that he knows where the gap leads.

Mantingan just dig a few fathoms down. Then find a gap. Walking down dark alleys no human has ever tracked.

“Sister, I hope you are not afraid of a narrow room.”

Preparations begin. The Northern River Angel returned to her room to pack up, acting mediocre. The mantan also does the same thing, the difference must move faster.

The mantle whipped out the Magic Throw on the room wall and then moved quickly down. Up below, he slipped into the inn's barn without anyone knowing. Mantingan started his work there.

Inside the barn, Mantingan looks for objects that can be used to dig the ground. It should be easy to find a pacul that usually exists in the countryside. Sure enough, Mantingan found some paculs in the corner of the room. It's too easy.

The Mantingan drew out the Sword of Kiai Kedai. Which with all due respect is used to cut the floor of the wooden board into a square shape. After neatly cut, Mantingan raised the wooden boards. Raised like that of course shows the contents in it, in the form of land.

It is not necessary to explain what kind of Stirring using deep energy that only takes a little time. Former excavated lands had to put Mantingan just like that in the warehouse, but he made sure he would pay a lot of money for this.

The Northern River Angel opened the door of the warehouse after it had managed to sneak in. His robe and veil fluttered as he went inside. At that time the body of Mantingan was no longer visible. The North River Angel slowly approached the excavation hole, in which there was Mantingan.

“Saudari River, don't forget to bring a torch as you descend down.”

The North River Angel nodded. Quickly he ran, breathing a dead torch on the wall of the room. The girl returned to the edge of the hole. The body of the Mantingan is almost invisible, overwritten by the darkness of the ground. The Angel of the North River shuddered in horror.

“How much longer am I up here, Mantingan?”

From within the darkness Mantingan replied, “There is no more time, come down now, Sisters!”

“How to?” The Angel of the North River instead of descending, stay away from the hole. Afraid falling.

“Jump!”

“Jump? Are you crazy? What if I fall? There are many sharp stones!”

“LOCKS!”