The Musafir

Rara; Escape from Brass Attacker

"Botten people, go to hell!” The burly man swung his sword, which instantly killed one of the customers of the nearby tavern.

The mantle reached for his robe and draped his bundle. With the door far enough away, he still managed to escape through the window. But just as he was about to jump into the window, the tavern-owner girl serving him was still stunned, staring motionless. So the Mantingan quickly pulled the girl's body. He throws it out the window first, before the bully's burly man realizes it.

“Where are you going?!”

His attention was fixed on Mantingan who had not had time to get out of the window. As a swordsman, he can with one jump to be able to block the Mantingan. And the Mantingan should have died in that instant as well because of the breathing of the great sword, but someone had resisted the movement of the burly man, who turned out to be the middle-aged man of the tavern owner who came with his two levers!

“Save my son, Mr Swordsman!”

Mantingan wanted to help, but he realized that he would be a burden and wasted the sacrifice of the shop owner. So he jumped out. The girl he had thrown was still trying to stand up, but the Mantingan did not give him enough time and quickly pulled him to run.

“Where is my father?”

The mantle did not reply, continuing to pull the girl's arm to run to a place that was more hidden.

“WHERE IS DAD?!”

“He is a hero, Sister. Heroes for you and for everyone!” Mantingan brought him into a dense banana plantation.

The girl rebelled and shouted, clearly she knew what her father had done. The quick mantle stopped and smothered his mouth because however much the sound of the cry could invite distress!

The violent rebellion of the woman made both of them fall to the ground with the Mantingan still holding his mouth. The pain of the bite of the girl was immediately arrested.

“Pardon me, forgive me.” The mantel said in the middle of his ringing. “He was a great man, he saved you and me. He won't want to if you die here and throw away his sacrifice for nothing!”

The girl slightly stopped screaming, changing her voice into sobs. Mantingan's palm was wet with tears and blood. Realizing that there was nothing to hold back, Mantingan took off his fist from the girl's mouth, fresh blood still flowed slowly from his bite wound.

“Mr!” Rara shouted in a hoarse voice for the last time. Tears flooded his face.

The coat pulled the woman's hand back to follow her, where they were still not safe here. After they penetrated the banana tree plantation, Mantingan accidentally found a large enough hole in the city's protective wall. I don't know who created this hole, but it seems like the hole has long been created, as evidenced by the many mosses around.

The girl entered first after the Mantingan asked her, only then did the Mantingan enter. In front of them was a vast, knee-high bush field that they had to clear before reaching the forest that would have been safer to hide in.

The mantan ran through the bush with the woman with him. But just as they were about to reach a row of trees at the forest boundary, Mantingan heard the shrill sound of a horse ringing from a distance. As if his head was about to be hit by a giant godam, Mantingan threw himself and the woman next to him to the ground.

His robe was stretched out and used to cover his body and the body of the woman. The robe can mimic the colors around it, Mantingan hopes this can help a lot. Inside the robe, Mantingan hinted the girl not to make any sound at all. Faintly, Mantingan heard the sound of the approaching footsteps of horses and stopped some distance from him. And faintly, Mantingan heard the conversation of two people.

“No one escaped here.”

“But we are ordered to supervise this part, Kakang.”

“You were too innocent to know that they were having fun in the city and deliberately drove us away! Let's get back on!”

“But, Kakang, I do not want to go against the command of the chairman.”

“You want to come or not?”

“I'll be coming, Kakang ..” Only his voice became obedient.

“Good, you still love that neck of yours. Now we're back!”

Breathing mantle relieved.

“Shortly, Kakang!”

The heart of Mantingan was racing again. Breath restrained.

“I was like seeing something strange in that bush.”

“You intend to frame me?”

“No, Kakang, I really saw something strange there ... AKHHH!”

Mantian heard something fall to the ground followed by a horse ringing, then heard a booming laughter.

“Many bacots, feel for yourself as a result.”

There was another sound of horses drifting away until they completely disappeared. The mantan unhesitatingly brushed off the robe and looked around. He found a horse still standing among the bushes with its head bowed, there was no rider on its back.

The mantan stepped back quickly, but soon stopped because the woman did not follow him.

“We should as soon as possible go from here.” He spoke to the girl behind him.

“I can't, I can't, MY FATHER is still back there. What kind of madman would leave his father alone against depraved animals? You better go alone! Leave daku!”

“YOUR FATHER TOLD ME THAT YOU MUST BE SAVED!” Mantingan almost lost his patience, snapping fearlessly again. “If you really want to go back, then come back! But I warn you once again, that your father does not like that!”

The girl stared at Mantingan sharply-sharply, just like Mantingan who was staring at him sharply-sharply. Then for a moment the girl calmed down and went back to crying.

The wind was blowing slowly, caressing the thickets that were like the waves of the ocean. The mantle exhales slowly and bows its head. He also never thought something like this would happen. However, what is certain now is that he must save the son of the tavern owner. Because after all, Mantingan felt that all these problems came from himself. The robbers may have taken revenge on the city troops who had captured their comrades after taking Mantingan hostage. Then this problem can be considered to be sourced from him.

The mantle stuck out his arm at the girl to help her stand up and continue the escape. He stared at Mantingan briefly before standing on his own without any help. The mantle nodded and walked in the lead.

***

That night. In the middle of the foggy forest. Cold that stabs to the bone. A speck of light looked like a firefly there, but it was actually a speck of light from a huge campfire. The mantan had just made the bonfire, to keep the warmth of the body in the middle of the night very cold.

“If I may know, what is the name of Sister?” Mantingan tried to open the conversation after not talking from noon yesterday even they had just stopped walking when the sun was really sinking.

“Rara.” He answered briefly, but it was already very good for a girl who was being shaken by the contents of her head with gloom and sadness.