The Musafir

Kemanjaan Bidadari North River

CAN IT BE SAID LOVE? The Northern River Angel began to doubt his feelings. After hearing Grandma Genih who said that true love can not be dua. If only Bidadari Sungai Utara feels love for two men at once—which in the sense that he wants to make two men at once as his life partner—then his love for one of them is a false love, and so on, love based on *****. I don't know if Mantingan or her lover in Champa.

Lightning returned to snatch. The sound of thunder appeared not long after his blue light illuminated the sky of goods for a moment. The afternoon was above the surface of the lake whose water was filled with raindrops.

“From North River, do you dare to walk at night?”

The North River Angel was silent for a while. Inadvertently he again saw the state of Mantingan which was soaked due to him, then the North River Angel nodded in agreement. Not wanting to bother too much.

“Then, it's not good if I have to take you in the night. Now, let's exercise the science of lightening the body.”

“Training now?”

“Yes, training now. I will fight you in the middle of the lake. Before that, it's a good idea to read the basic books on the science of lightening the body. I have it some.” The mantan reached out again to his bundle, removing two ejected petals that looked like a book of penyilatan.

The angel of the North River took and opened one of the petals, and he scrunched his forehead, looking at the book with a myriad of questions.

The spell that saw it cleared its throat several times. “If there is a part that is not understood, do not hesitate to ask.”

Now the Angel of the North River turned to look at Mantingan with a myriad of questions. As if Mantingan was a lunatic or something.

“Science like this is not easy to learn in a short time, Mantingan. I need at least a week to be able to use this science, that alone has not mastered it completely.”

The mantle scrunched his forehead. “Saudari have you tried reading?”

The Northern River Angel nodded, his eyes rereading the contents of the book, once again nodding confidently. “Still, I can't use this science even if you give me a whole day."

“Ah is correct? I just need a drink of tea to memorize it.”

The Northern River Angel slightly widened her eyes, then shook her head slowly at Mantingan. “That's you, not me. Maybe someone else will have the same trouble as me. Only expert warriors have this kind of ability, and you are a warrior who inherited silat talent from your ancestors, right?"

The mantle patted his forehead. “Sorry, I realize my talent is indeed a little great.”

“Slightly great did you say?”

“Ya .. probably less than that.” The mantang then flicked his arm. “It's not what we have to mess around with.”

“Yes, then what about the training? Is it canceled?” only

“No. If you can't learn a new science in a short time, then you should be able to improve the knowledge you have mastered in a short time.”

“Saudari can fight him over the hut, as long as it is not out of the lake region.”

The Northern River Angel felt the Mantingan was really serious this time from his sharp gaze, the girl was even frightened if she had to fight with Mantingan. “Mantingan ... don't be too serious.”

“If not seriously, when can Sister rely on herself in the face of distress?” The mantle also frowned. “I wasn't always there with you. What if I suddenly die or betray you?”

“It won't happen.” The Northern River Angel shook his head quickly.

“Maybe it happened. This is a martial world, death is commonplace. And traitors are a choice but peace. Sister, you can't keep shying away from reality. Face that reality, or be a coward for good!”

The North River Angel was shocked. The mantan just said hard to him. Would the young man regret and beg for forgiveness like what other youths did to a woman as beautiful as the Northern River Angel?

Of course not.

“Saudaries cannot continue to rely on others in their own lives. I can help without any ill will on you, but maybe not with anyone else. Not that I accuse others and boast, but look at the reality that exists today!” Mantingan raised his voice. “Javadvipa's martial world is currently filled with people who are bad in their heads, maybe the same as the plains where you live in Champa. Sister, you can't count on anyone else to solve your life's problems.”

The Angel of the North River does not argue. What Mantingan said was a lot of truth. The girl could only lower her head with a slow breath.

Mantingan took a long breath. In his mind, he grimaced, not having the heart to snap at the North River Angel. Increasingly making his feelings crowded when the North River Angel just lowered his head without refuting.

But it was intentional that Mantingan was being tough this time. In training someone, it is sometimes necessary to have a hard attitude if the person being trained does not also show changes. It can be said that the North River Angel did not change much, even Mantingan saw the girl getting more and more spoiled.

“We will keep training today, I will not talk as much as usual, later let you feel for yourself.”

Mantingan was not angry, and indeed Mantingan felt pain after saying a sentence that he thought was very spicy to the girl.

“Good.” That's all the Northern River Angel said. Mantingan looked into his eyes, feeling that there was a hint of decisiveness within the Northern River Angel who rose from her sleep. The mantle smiles in the heart.

“Take your sword, we'll start soon,” he said. “And lift your face.”

The Angel of the North River did as Mantingan commanded. He raised his face, staring intently at Mantingan. His hand grabbed the sword that was leaning on one of the hut posts. That kind of face that Mantingan wanted to see, the face still emitted a gentle radiance but also courage. It was like a tiger who loved her child.

The mantel also took out his sword lying beside the bundle. Staring at Bidadari Sungai Utara is no less sharp.

Without orders, the two of them stood up. Dealing with his opponent. Each other crushes each other. After they stepped back, they took a few steps back. Staring at each other sharply, as if they would not attack other than just looking at each other.

Lightning once again. This time with a blaring sound that was like a giant pot that fell from above the sky. The rain fell more and more, the wind blew more and more boisterous. Tempias wind again wet Mantingan clothes that are almost dry, whereas as a swordsman Mantingan can dry his clothes with deep energy. That's when the fight started.