The Musafir

The Loss of Uncle Bala's daughter

MANTAN INCREASINGLY frowned. Since when does paper spout have a variety of stamps like this? And is the sense of writing not much different, much different, or even the same? During this time Mantingan only bought trader-made lontar on the public market, not knowing that there has been a variety of lontar stamp as said by the seller.

“If Hero Man is still confused, I will get the two stamps I mentioned earlier."

“Shortly, Uncle, isn't that for sale?”

Lontar's uncle laughed crisply. “Pict this a small part of the banquet.”

“But, Uncle ..”

“I'll get it now, Hero Man.” The seller did not wait any longer.

Mantingan could only smile to see the pontoon seller's uncle standing up and took a few dus lontar from inside the closet located at the end of the room, the pendant seller came back again with the dus.

Mantingan noticed one by one a dus lontar that was on the table. There are Cap names and paintings that are in harmony with the Cap's name.

“Please sample yourself, Hero Man. These splinters on the edges have been given a hole so that they can be scratched rope and made one with another sheet of thrower.”

The mantan nodded for a while before his hand moved to pick up the Tiger Cap Throw. With his fingers, Mantingan palpated the surface of the palm. Much smoother than other surfaces.

“I'll take the ink, wait a minute.” But just a moment the uncle of the lontar seller stood up, he turned back. “Ah, yes, what ink stamp does Hero Man like?”

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THERE ARE SOME important things that Mantingan knows after a while talking with the seller. First, the name of the lontar seller was Balakosa, the parobaya man was comfortably called Uncle Bala. Second, according to Uncle Bala, Mantingan is the first swordsman known as a hero and as a fugitive at once. The last is a collection of news about what happened in Tanjung Kalapa.

But when Uncle Bala was about to tell him about the situation of Tanjung Kalapa, his wife approached him and said that the banquet was all ready. Honestly, such moments were the most awkward times for Mantingan. He doesn't like to attend a banquet without his friends.

In addition to the three things, Mantingan also know and feel for himself the throwing of the Tiger Cap and Cadas Cap. The two are completely different and provide their own writing experience.

Once known, it turns out that the price of one dus each of them is 200 pieces of gold, one dus contains 100 lontars. At first, Mantingan wanted to buy a few dus lontar stamp Tiger, but immediately undo the intention after knowing the price. The price is that high only for 100 pieces of ejection, Mantingan felt that he did not need it too much so he did not buy it.

But again, still Uncle Bala gave the mantan two dus Throw cap Tiger and stamp Cadas for free. By-by said. Again the Mantingan refused, once again Uncle Bala insisted, once again the Mantingan accepted.

Currently, Mantingan invited to enter more into the store which turned out to be Uncle Bala's house. The middle-aged explained that he deliberately built a house in the market and fused with his shop, so that when working was not far from his family.

They arrived at the dining room. There's a long table there. There were only two seats reserved for Mantingan as well as Uncle Bala, they would sit opposite. Various side dishes filled the table is quite long, there are also two teapots containing fresh drinks and several cups in the middle of the table.

“Please, Hero Man.” Uncle Bala smiled, inviting the Mantingan to sit down.

“I'm not used to talking while eating, so forgive me if this banquet will be a little quiet.” Now replace Uncle Bala who smiled awkwardly while Mantingan smiled widely.

“Not why, Uncle Bala, it is not good to eat while talking.”

“Alright then, let's just get started. Feel free to take anything on the table.”

Mantingan actually felt all these dishes were too excessive if only for two people, then Mantingan chose not to touch some dishes even a little, so that Uncle Bala's family could eat another time. Be at that time Mantingan only take three types of dishes only.

Even so, Uncle Bala had already done the right thing. Respect for guests who come. Indirectly he showed the condition of his family that is prosperous and prosperous. Guests should also be understanding, not taking too many dishes.

The banquet lasted quite a long time, as the two men chose to enjoy the dish. Moreover, Mantingan who daily only eat dried jerky brewed hot water, this dish from Uncle Bala's family feels a thousand times more delicious.

At the end of the banquet when the food on his second plate was about to run out, Mantingan just remembered the Northern River Angel waiting for him at the bottom of the valley. In the middle of the forest, alone, the girl must have been terrified.

The mantel held his breath. How could he forget like that? It is even good to eat and try a variety of lontar stamps. Isn't that the same as meledek North River Angel who was eating jerky and read the buluk pulsar at the bottom of the valley?

Mantingan speed up his eating movements. Uncle Bala who saw that immediately did the same, so that they could finish together. Surprised also the middle-aged man saw the change in Mantingan's attitude.

By sipping a cup of fresh basil drink, food stuck in Mantingan's throat can return to continue his journey to the stomach. The mantle coughed softly a few times. The dishes on his plate were finished, as well as the dishes on Uncle Bala's plate.

“Is there a hurry, Hero Man?”

“Uncle, I have to quickly go,” Mantingan said without giving details of his goal to return it.

“Ah, there seems to be something so urgent Hero Man.” Uncle Bala nodded once. “But my son did not return, where did he go?”

The mantel is worried. Uncle Bala's daughter had long gone to the market to buy all Mantingan's supplies, but still not back. The mantingan worry is that there is a problem with the price or goods that are out of availability so as to hold the woman back.

“Better I catch up with him, Uncle.”

“It is better that I do too. Come.”

The mantang nodded once more before pushing the bench backwards and standing up. They then walked quickly to the lontar making room, because there was a place for Mantingan luggage as well as Uncle Bala's weaponry.

Whatever happened to Uncle Bala's son should be known immediately, as this was a market where various warriors gathered. It is the same where all evil gathers.