The Musafir

The Expired Hallway

STILL keep sliding fast. For a long time they did not touch the land, proving how deep the abyss they had plumbed. In the Mantingan's embrace there is still the unconscious North River Angel. While the wind swirled under the feet of Mantingan to resist the falling rate.

In this deep darkness, all Mantingan could see was the face of the Northern River Angel right next to his ears that were drenched in lontar light. However, his hearing did not mean death. Mantingan can faintly hear the sound of water pounding. Not another drop of water. This is definitely bigger than just a few springs, this is a river! But where is the river?

The more it fell down, the clearer the thumping sound was. Mantingan assumed that the river was just below it, is the base of the gorge. Grateful mantelan not play. With the river, the chances of them getting out alive were even greater.

Mantingan tightened his embrace on the North River Angel. The wind was spinning faster under his feet. Medium Mantingan also increased the capacity of science to lighten his body.

The sound of the thump was getting closer and clearer. Until finally, byuuurr! The bodies of the Mantingan and the Northern River Angel smashed into the water with a bang. They continued to dive inward, until Mantingan touched the riverbed.

Spicy taste throughout the body almost makes Mantingan lose consciousness, but he managed to keep his eyes open to touch the riverbed. The mantle jolted its legs firmly downwards, its body sliding over the surface of the water.

Duhais. What a great river current Mantingan faced this time. Capitalizing on the light from the Magic Throw, the Mantin chose a safe path to cross. In his vision, there were a lot of large river rocks that were sharp due to the rapid erosion of water. Sharp means dangerous if combined with the speed of the speed of the Matingan carried river currents.

The mantle uses all its inner strength and ability to stay floating. North River Angel should not stay underwater for long, his condition is unconscious can make him swallow water without being desired. Several times Mantingan arise-drowning, but the Angel of the North River always lifted him up so that it gets enough air.

Now his training under the waterfall with Kiai Guru Kedai proved useful. Mantingan legs have been accustomed to facing strong currents that are so sweeping like this, although it means he must still fight as hard as possible so as not to be stabbed by sharp rocks.

River currents sometimes reverse their course so backward, then thrown harder back to the front. The mantan is dead from now on if he does not often train his breathing. Sometimes he had to dive very long without coming back to the surface. That is the point of exercise, which at first glance feels boring but is actually very useful in a certain condition.

Until now, there may have been hundreds of sharp rocks that Mantingan avoid. His success was not fruitless. He faintly saw the sunlight ahead. The mantang was very relieved, although his two legs and lungs were very tired. It has reached its limit.

The river currents slowed down as they came out from the eternal darkness. Mantingan was never this happy as he looked back at the sunshine and the blue of the sky, as he looked at the grass and the shade of the trees. After passing through the long, eternal darkness, seeing this kind of outer life made him very grateful and felt that there was no beautiful scenery other than this scene.

The swimming mantan brings the body of the North River Angel to the river bank. There he placed the girl's lunglai body on the rocks and sand. Manten crept next to him—ia could not stand if he had to stand.

The mantle splits with the position of the body supine. Staring at the blue sky and the moving clouds in the wind. Very lovely. The mantel exhales deeply, smiles, and leaves everything to nature.

***

On that beach. As usual. Twilight, when the sun is half in the sky and half in the sea. The mantle faces Rara. The girl's long hair fluttered in the wind, as did her own hair.

Rara approached him. Saying something clearly, “You have succeeded, Mantingan. Now you can get closer to me. You have proven to me, how sincere and pure your heart is.”

“I love you, Rara, until whenever it is.” That's all Mantingan can say, sedu.

“I know that. I obviously know.” Rara's face was clearly visible in front of her, smiling happily. “I love you too. For forever.”

But Mantingan did not have time to dizzy thinking about that, the question of his current existence demanded to be answered first.

The mantel sees around him. He was in a room. With bamboo woven as the wall. Does not have a floor as a base, directly in contact with the ground, while the Mantingan itself is spread on the mattress. In this room, other than a mattress and a window, there was nothing else.

The mantan wanted to get up and sit up, but the pain in his back kept him from doing that. Almost every movement that Mantingan make always cause pain in the bones or joints. Mantingan let out a long sigh and chose to monitor the surroundings with sharp hearing science.

He heard the sound of the wind and the faint ripples of water as well as the sound of approaching steps, the door of the room suddenly opened. Mantingan was surprised when he saw the North River Angel who opened the door, had changed clothes and brought a tray of food.

The North River Angel was no less surprised to see Mantingan had opened his eyes. With quick steps and a full face, he approached. Trays filled with food were placed on the mattress, while he was kneeling under the mattress next to Mantingan.

“Mantingan, are you fully aware?”

The mantan thought for a while, before opening its mouth in a culture. Actually the question can be answered without much thought, but Mantingan did not want to lie to himself with the origin of saying he was fully aware.

“Then, you must eat quickly, be healthy quickly.” The North River Angel pulls the tray next to it. Lifting a bowl of soup and a spoon, preparing to feed Mantingan.

But Mantingan shook his head, “Saudari, this is where?”

The North River wanted to answer. But before he could do that, another person entered the room. The mantelan watched the person who entered it. An old woman, in simple clothes that match this simple house, Mantingan began to second-guess what was happening.

“Ah, Child is already aware ...” The grandmother approached with a friendly smile.

“Ah, Grandma! Meningan, this is the kind woman who has saved us by giving us a ride in her house.”

Mantingan had guessed the story, so he smiled kindly at the grandmother without being able to rise to respect her. “Grandma, thank you very much for your help. Sorry because I can only trouble here.”

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There's a question from me. This is a question that can be answered at any time, even after the story is finished and the reader is just starting to read this. Answer if you are pleased.

What makes friends wait for the Enemy?

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