The Musafir

The Shack on the edge of the Lake

MANTINGAN MEMAPAH Bidadari Sungai Utara. While the girl seemed to not believe what Mantingan was doing. The actions of Mantingan were very unusual for him. On a typical day, Mantingan would not touch the Northern River Angel at all if not absolutely necessary. But now, Mantingan unhesitatingly memapah Bidadari Sungai Utara, whose lover himself rarely do that.

But even so, the reason for Mantingan can be fairly clear. It is better that she should call the Angel of the North River than that the girl should constantly fall and get hurt. If only Mantingan did not behave like that, then it could be said to be an unwise action.

Even now the Mantingan changed his mind, from just packing to flying it. “Better we move fast, River Sister, hold my hand tight.”

“Mantingan, you have no intention of doing ... AAHH!”

Without waiting for an answer from the swamp, the Mantingan first carried him darting from the ground upwards. He clutched the hand of the North River Angel so tightly that the girl could fly with him. Mantingan darted between the trees, occasionally treading on the leaves of the tree to be able to return to speed.

North River Angel would not want to install his horses. Every Mantingan was about to descend, so the North River Angel also prepared himself. They will be pulling together. And the North River Angel did not have to worry about himself falling because of a slip, the Mantingan would always pull him back parallel to the young man's body.

They kept on speeding through the rain, moving lightly as if they had no body weight. From such a height, they could see a medium-sized lake from a distance, and now the direction of the Mantingan movement brought themselves the North River Angel towards the lake.

Not long after, the Mantingan slowed down its movement speed before it landed back on the ground. Mantingan improved his standing position and then took Bidadari Sungai Utara through a little bush and some trees until the view of the lake in front of them.

The North River Angel looked around, now he realized that this lake seemed to have been touched by other humans. The proof is in a small open hut built on the edge of the lake. The open hut stood on the water, slightly to the middle of the lake, with no connecting bridge at all to reach the hut. Ordinary humans would have difficulty reaching the hut without a boat, except for a swordsman who could reach it with just one jump.

“Are we going to wait for the rain to stop in that hut?” The North River Angel asked as he pointed towards the hut.

The mantle nodded slowly in return.

“Didn't the building look like it belonged to a swordsman? Is it harmless?”

Now Mantingan shakes. “I have checked, the hut has long been abandoned but is still safely occupied.”

They then walked towards the hut. Already several times the North River Angel slipped and almost entered the lake if the Mantingan did not continue to hold his hand, making the girl walk confidently, he said, sometimes he does not hesitate to jump lightly. After all if you want to fall, the Mantingan will further tighten the coupling.

In one jolt, Mantingan carrying himself and the North River Angel floated in the air and landed right on the surface of the wooden floor of the hut on the edge of the lake. Once again the lightning struck, clarifying the hole that was on the roof of the hut.

“We can sit in the non-leaking part,” he said, “I will make warm tea.”

But the condition of the Northern River Angel was nothing compared to the overall soaking wet Mantan, making the young man shiver slightly in the cold. The swamp nymph looked at Mantingan with a concerned look.

The mantle takes out a small pot stored inside the bundle. He took a little water in the container of water brought into the pot, just by touching the hand on the surface of the pot then the water can boil quickly.

Mantingan sow dried tea leaves in a pot and a little sweetener, wait a while until all the parts are mixed, then be a sweet alloy with a distinctive taste called tea.

Mantingan had no intention of relaxing with this tea he made. After passing through the rain and cold air, their bodies need warmers and sugar as energy. It's all contained in a cup of warm tea.

By pouring the tea liquid on two metal cups, the tea is ready to be enjoyed. Manten raised the glass, sipped it slowly, slightly enjoying the scenery that really fits with the warm sweet tea. But the Northern River Angel did not move, he felt uneasy having made Mantingan so messed up.

“This is for you, River Sister.” Mantingan said as he pointed with a glance at the remaining cup of tea.

The North River Angel immediately replied, but with a different answer to the question, “Mantingan, it seems you are too good to me. You gave me this magical robe of yours, you also gave me a wide caping. If only you were wearing all this, surely your condition is not bad like this.”

The mantle raised its eyebrows, further making its forehead wrinkle. “You need it more than I do. That's the simple reason. The other reason is that you are a gentle woman, it is my fault to bring you into a forest that may be very violent for you. And if it says my condition is bad, not really.”

The Northern River Angel fell silent for a moment before finally smiling.

His fingers moved and untied the veil on his face, showing his smile on Mantingan. With great reverence for Mantingan's services, the Angel of the North River raised the teacup, slowly attaching the surface of the cup to her red lips. Warm tea washed his dry-cold throat.

Mantingan smiled back before turning his gaze back on the vast expanse of the lake.

Mantingan pay attention to the lake that is being dipped in rain. Small waves that are no more than half as tall are created when the wind sweeps. The spatter of rainwater made the lake water filled with ripples. Some colored fish rose to the surface to simply greet the air. And the occasional flash of lightning perfects the scene into true beauty.

But considering their goal was an escape from the pursuit of many warriors, Mantingan's mind turned into distracted. He was not calm enough to fully enjoy the atmosphere.

Unlike the North River Angel who feels very enjoy the scenery and atmosphere. He was the one who was a fugitive there. But the existence of Mantingan made him feel very calm and even comfortable. No doubt dangerous conditions will be enjoyed, as long as the Mantingan is always on his side.

If only the Mantingan had suddenly disappeared at this moment, the Northern River Angel would have cried out loudly in fear, before leaping from the hut and running around like crazy. Feeling unsafe. Feeling threatened. It all comes down to death. But with Mantingan, he was able to ward off all that.