The Musafir

The Underground Malay Screen Market

AS PER THE AGREEMENT, they gathered to a park located in the center of the Malay Screen Market. Mantingan now understands why Uncle Bala asked Mantingan to go to the park if he did not find his daughter.

Now Uncle Bala's face looked very anxious. It could indeed be seen sadness deep down, even though Uncle Bala tried to remain calm in front of Mantingan.

“My daughter if she goes out of the house always carries a Magic Throw that will tell her where she is. But now, I don't feel the existence of that thrower anywhere.” Uncle Bala rubbed his hair with a huff.

“Uncle, do we have to go down?”

Uncle Bala was glued for a moment. "Hero Man knows about that?"

Not many people visited the park, allowing the two to have secret conversations.

Mantian nodded. "But I don't know for sure."

Then Uncle Bala said back, “I also thought the same thing. But if we go down, it's not without risk. Those who sell or buy are not good. That's where the black-flow secret network exchanges news paid for with money or with humans.”

“Man? If so ...”

“Yes, Hero Man. I'm also worried about the same thing.”

“Hopefully not. But right now, we still have to move fast, Uncle."

“Let me alone, it would be very dangerous for Hero Man to go inside.”

“Can't be like that, Uncle's daughter disappeared because of me, of course I can't stand idly by.” The mantel shook firmly. “Uncle, let me follow you.”

“Hero Man, you are the most wanted fugitive of Satanah Taruma. It is not impossible for secret networks to look for you.” Uncle Bala let out a long breath. “That's the same as getting into a cage full of hungry tigers."

Mantingan must have been aware of the risks he had to take. But he did not want Uncle Bala's son to be a victim because of him. Not looking for it is the same as the actions of a big coward.

“I'll stay, Uncle.”

“Sorry I said this. But it was a stupid act.”

The thin smiling mantle. “If I go inside with an appearance like this, of course the action is stupid. But if I change my appearance, it'll be another story."

Uncle Bala scrunched his forehead. “Hero, want to look like what?”

The wide smiling coat. “Later I show Uncle. Now let me go.”

***

MANTINGAN RETURNED to the park at the center of the Malaya Screen Market after a long time away to buy clothes and change clothes.

Uncle Bala was still seen sitting on a park bench with his head lowered. His two palms rubbed against each other, fretting. His feet did not stop moving. It seemed that the poor man was restless and agitated, yet forced himself to remain calm.

Mantingan just faced Uncle Bala. Uncle Bala was looking at him strangely from bottom to top. Manten smiled awkwardly, the most awkward smile of his life.

Uncle Bala shook his head slowly and chose not to care about the presence of Mantingan in front of him. Again, with all his anxiety. Until Mantingan opened his voice.

Uncle Bala quickly raised his face. Staring at Sharp-sharp mantises. “Hero Man?”

“Ya, can be called so.” The more awkward the mantingan is called by such a designation.

Uncle Bala suddenly stood up. “Hero Man? Why do you look like this? Really this is not necessary.”

“Uncle, just like this I can enter inside safely.” The mantle scratched his shaved hair. “It just so happens that my hair is long, so that I can change the appearance of a woman. Uncle must know, by being a woman someone can be free to veil without suspicion.”

Uncle Bala was silent for a while before finally smiling. “What this Hero Man does I will never forget.”

“Do not remember Uncle, let it be like this I remain shy.”

Uncle Bala patted his forehead. “Alright, indeed not worth remembering.”

The mantle nodded once more. “Then let's go Uncle, before it's too late. Uncle certainly knows where we should aim, right?”

Uncle Bala nodded surely, his gaze was also certain. “I remember it clearly. Follow me.”

The two nodded at each other. Uncle Bala then set foot with a wide step distance. The mantle followed him behind.

The wind blows quite strong in the middle of the Malay Screen Market. Waving the red-colored female robe that the Mantingan wore, gave off a sound similar to the sound of flag-waving. But only slightly move the veil is equally red, because the Mantingan install ballast at the end of two veils. The same thing also happens to the hair Mantingan should be carried back like a woman. While the bundle he put in the daycare.

It was deliberately Mantingan directly face to face with Uncle Bala, to test how high his disguise. Which turned out to be known to be very high.

***

FROM THE MIDDLE of the Malay Screen Market, they move in a southwest direction. Keep walking at a fast pace ordinary humans so as not to cause excessive suspicion.

In front of an old building that looked unkempt, Uncle Bala stopped. Mantingan also stopped, looking at the old building right in front of him. Around the building there is only a tall shrub that borders it with other market shops. It didn't take Mantingan long to realize that the building was the entrance to the underground market.

But before entering, Uncle Bala invited Mantingan to speak first.

“Hero Man, what kind of tactic should we apply inside?”

Mantingan said with the Whispering Science of the Wind, so that his voice could not be heard by anyone other than Uncle Bala himself.

“I will pretend to be Uncle's subordinate, or become Uncle's slave. The latter option seems safer. Then to find Uncle's daughter, we must stay together so as not to arouse suspicion, it's just our wandering gaze.”

Uncle Bala was actually quite surprised to realize the sound the Mantingan sent was similar to the whirring of the wind. Science is rare, even he himself did not master such a science. But of course he did not show that surprise at times like this.

“As I said earlier, I have created a Magic Throw that will tell you where my daughter is...”

Uncle Bala then explained that although the thrower may not be held by his daughter or damaged, but he could have installed many of the same throwers that his daughter brought.

For example, the thrower is installed on the wall or street, when Uncle Bala's child passes through where the thrower is installed within two fathoms, the thrower will react and notify Uncle Bala through the regulator throw. Provided that his daughter was within range of the ejection, which is two fathoms from where the thrower was installed. Because Uncle Bala's daughter's blood has been recognized by his spell.