The Musafir

Grandma Genih's View

COAT SHOOK SLOWLY. Disagree. Didn't this Genih Grandmother regret her actions? At least he didn't get lost. There is still a way for Grandma Genih to return if she has a wish. However, returning after getting lost far enough is not an easy matter to solve. At the age of twilight Granny Genih can be night at any time.

Maybe this is what regret is like. I can only wail without being able to do much. The appearance is always at the end of a story, when someone realizes what he has done has actually gone far.

Although many people say it is never too late to change, but in fact it is different if faced directly in real life. Granny Genih is difficult to match the value of people who have done good from a young age, but at least she can do a little good before her age runs out.

So ask Mantingan, “Then, what did Grandma do by staying here?"

“I hid, avoiding the opponents who were looking for me. In this place, I can reduce the ration kill me.”

The mantan nodded slowly, then let out a short sigh. “Sorry if I ask this, Grandma, but does Grandma not intend to change?”

Grandma Genih behaved normally despite having heard Mantingan's question. Walk calmly with your hands folded back. His smile was still expanding, as well as his eyes that were still emitting warm rays of affection.

“Child Man, I want to change, I want to go out and fix what I can fix. But you know Son Man, it's not easy.”

“Indeed it's not easy, Grandma, but at least Grandma can do that. Even if it is a little, it will definitely mean.”

“What if I suddenly die, Mantingan?”

Grandma Genih stared at Mantingan full of question marks. It does not cover how dwarfed his figure is. How his attitude is not a wise attitude like the elderly in general. Grandma Genih showed herself as she was, as someone who needed guidance, as someone who wanted to change the course of her life.

The mantan is actually not good if you have to lecture an old woman like Grandma Genih. Supposedly, it was Grandma Genih who gave him a lecture about the meaning of life. But Mantingan never minded to share his knowledge, so he still explained in a subtle way to Grandmother Genih.

“Grandmother, a living human being ultimately still boils down to death. If man seeks perfection until he dies, then death is perfection. Many humans who die at the age of twilight, not infrequently also die at a young age. However, man is a creature that counts on what he has done during his life. A king who dies will be mourned by many of his people if during his life he does great good. The dead hero and his body were not found, but it will always be remembered is the great good he has done. No matter where the hero's body is."

The mantle stopped explaining. He would not lecture Grandmother Genih about what she should do. The old woman will know for herself.

Still on that sunny morning. As the leaves fall, the wind is getting stronger, and the mega-mega is moving fast over the sky. The forest birds chirped without Mantingan understanding what they were talking about. Both still continue to walk quietly, permeating the natural scenery, hoping to find the meaning of life in it.

Kiai Guru Kedai once said that nature is a mirror of the rules of life. What exists in nature is the rule of life. Because Gusti reflects himself on the universe. Living in nature can make a person find the meaning of life that is deep. In fact, it is not uncommon for a swordsman to create a style whose way of working is quoted from the contents of the universe.

“I'll definitely do my best, Mantingan. You are a warrior who understands the meaning of true shortness, but I find a shortcoming in you, Son of Man.” Grandma Genih smiled meaningfully.

“What is it, Genih Grandma?”

That very moment the Mantingan choked on his own spit.

***

FAREWELL TIME. There is no meeting without farewell, then this is the time of the Mantingan and the Angel of the North River to part with Grandma Genih. One fine but cold morning. Mantingan and the North River Angel stand side by side facing Grandma Genih.

Warm smiling coat. “Grandmother Genih, you truly kind women have given us a lift of life. Really, I won't forget Grandma's kindness. What kind of kindness does this Grandma deserve us to pay for?”

“What are you, Son of Man. I'm not the one who demands payment. No need to be so serious like that to me.”

The smile of the manting is widening. “Then, Grandma, you are a good-natured woman. Forgive me for not seeming to have enough of my stuff to pay for your kindness.”

Granny Genih chuckled. “Continue doing good, Son of Man, it is more than enough payment.”

The mantan nodded slowly while still maintaining his smile. He understood the words of Grandma Genih is not just any word. No matter how Grandma Genih had saved Mantingan's life, if only Mantingan did good then Grandma Genih was the one who contributed to it.

“Grandma, how can I leave you?” Now it was the turn of the North River Angel who said, this time with a very sad tone of voice. “Grandma always gives me advice. Tomorrow it will not. If I leave then there is no more advice I receive. How can I take care of my own life in the future?”

“Ah, you're still scared like that, River!” Granny Genih pretended to curse. “I often advise you to be independent! Stand on your own feet! If you are still like this, then it feels like all my advice is just useless, ouhai ..”

“Grandma don't say that!” The Northern River Angel cried out in panic. “I will try my best to stand on my own feet, so that Mantingan will not have to carry me again like that time."

Mantingan coughed a few times and shook his head slowly at the North River Angel, as if signaling not to talk about it buay forever.

But no matter how Grandma Genih has already heard it. “You guys are actually matching. The North River Angel, the warrior of the beautiful Champa is like a heavenly angel, and the Mantingan is not very handsome but a manly attitude is extraordinary. You can complement each other. Your age is also ripe.”

“Grandmother, North River Angel already has a lover in Champa.” Mantingan said slowly after managing to catch his breath so as not to choke.

While the Northern River Angel was not seen responding to anything other than raising his eyebrows upwards. Granny Genih who saw the attitude of the two young people then cleared her throat and changed the direction of the conversation.

“If I may ask, where will you go?”