The Musafir

Stalker

ALTHOUGH MANTINGAN saw many terrible things, Mantingan still had to be calm and not show the anger that was in him in the slightest. A change in attitude would be suspicious for warriors within the secret network. They were meticulous, meticulous, and unforgiving.

About his own secret network, Mantingan did not know much about the groups within. One that he knew from the secret network group was the Land Inn.

While there are so many secret networks in here, indirectly meaning the Land Inn is not the only secret network that is creepy. Or is it possible that the Land Lodging is a secret network group that is not respected at all? If the secret groups that are here are seen selling human bodies inhumanely, then what is so great about the Lodging Ground which is only a brothel?

Like other flower sites, the Land Inn is nothing more than that, only that the group has the same strength as a middle-level silat college. There were many expert warriors under him. But still, compared to the secret societies here, the Lodging of Land seemed to be nothing more than a mere prostitute.

The mantle must control itself so as not to vomit or get angry. He remembered his goal of going to this crazy place, which was to find Uncle Bala's son. To find him alive and get himself out alive, the Mantingan must control himself.

But what is power. The mantel feels crazy here. Seeing human bodies treated like animals has driven him crazy. Then he must also come into contact with the mad warriors who do such a thing. Moreover, she must pretend to be a woman, wear women's clothes, behave like a woman, in a place where women are not at all respected.

Just one of the three things can actually make Mantingan feel different from him. Especially when he has to experience these three things at once. It's a mess of his mind right now.

But in the moments Mantingan almost gave up, that's when the forgotten are expected to be present as well. His presence was not unexpected, but it was indeed forgotten to be expected. Why is it expected that if every thought of it, the feeling of Mantingan becomes painful?

It was Rara, who appeared at the time Mantingan desperately needed his presence.

“Beautiful clothes, Mantingan.”

Duhais. A beautiful voice came from behind him. Heart Mantingan strong beating. Not because of fear, not because of fear. Himself happy. She feels calm. Within two eyes. Like being moved from the harshness of a storm in a vast, unbrimmed ocean, to a lake that smells blue.

Not only that, actually. As if Mantingan had experienced at the residence of Grandma Genih, his meeting with Rara was extraordinary at that time. Now that it happened again, Rara's body seemed real as a pseudo-shadow. Which however still makes Mantingan jump girly even though it can only do it in the heart. Rara's body was running from behind until now beside Mantingan, looking at the young man with a sweet smile.

It was like Mantingan was back at home. Back to a place where he could be comfortable. Home does not just mean a building, a house is a place where one can feel comfortable and safe. That is home to Mantingan, his Rara is his home.

Seeing Rara's sweet smile, as if cleaning Mantingan's eyes from all the madness he saw earlier. Seeing Rara's bright face, as if forgetting the dark activities in this underground market. Hearing Rara's voice, as if forgetting the sound of the meat that he heard earlier.

Although Mantingan knew very well, all he looked at and he saw was empty air. But with delusion, he can desire at will.

“I hardly know you, if not my inner self who says that this is you.”

Mantingan also smiled, saying in his heart, “It's good that you can come back like this, Rara.”

“Of course it's a lie, where did you get the news?”

Rara laughed. The sound of laughter that sent down the mantingan. “Not to be too thoughtful, focus your attention on finding Uncle Bala's son. I will continue to be near you for you to calm down.”

Warm smiling coat. “Do not go anywhere, promise?”

Rara smiled. “Until my task is done. Appointment.”

Uncle Bala suddenly pulled on the Mantingan robe slowly. Then the young man turned to him with a serious look. Uncle Bala pulled something slowly from his pants pocket, not he pulled all the objects and just showed the tip. Lontar. Mantingan understood what Uncle Bala meant. With just one quick glance, both of them understood what to do.

The mantan turned to his left side to make sure Rara remained in place. Rara was still there, as promised. The girl is seen nodding her head, reassuring Mantingan.

Uncle Bala walked over quickly. Only he knows where the catapult lies and manages to monitor his daughter. The mantle followed him right behind.

Their hasty steps were in fact inviting a lot of attention from expert swordsmen. It was too late for the two to realize the mistake, they both had already been followed.

Mantingan and Uncle Bala glanced at each other once more. A glance that contains an agreement that does not need to be spoken.

Uncle Bala further accelerated his footsteps, as well as Mantingan. Of course Mantingan stepped like the way women stepped in to close more suspicions.

Uncle Bala stopped at a shop selling various poisons in a reed tube. Many other expert warriors were also waiting their turn to buy the deadly poison that the shop was selling. Uncle Bala and Mantingan also stood waiting for their turn.

“Hopefully not to run out,” whispered Uncle Bala who however slowly still can be heard by expert swordsmen who follow him.

Uncle Bala was deliberately choosing a store that was the arrival of many visitors. Luckily the shop that had many visitors was a poison shop and not a human body seller shop!

Mantingan adjusted her breathing while glancing at Rara next to her. Seeing Rara, Mantingan was able to calm his mind again. Uncle Bala as a four-headed man really knows how to calm down.

They waited and kept waiting until the crowd started to shrink and they got a turn. This is the plan they agreed upon through the eyes. Go to a store that is crowded with visitors and pretend to be afraid of running out of things you want to buy.