The Musafir

Uncle Bala's Daughter Found

NOT A single swordsman was seen in that dark passageway. There were only a few insects nesting there without anyone bothering to repel them. But even so, the dead end hall that looks empty actually has several doors attached to two sides of the wall.

Uncle Bala continued to step his foot into that dead-end passageway. Each time he was side by side with one of the doors attached to the wall of the hall, Uncle Bala always took the time to stop for a moment. His stop was to ascertain the whereabouts of his daughter that he could tell from the Magic Throw he was carrying. After it was confirmed there was none, then he resumed his footsteps. It happened very briefly but gradually.

That was how Uncle Bala did the same thing, until he stopped for a long time at the last door.

Uncle showed a spell on his bright yellow barn. Signs show a reaction.

“This is the store we will visit, Ratna. Whatever I'm going to buy in it, I'm asking you to keep your attitude. I'm going to poke a nerve at the woman you're going to buy, you don't make a fight or try to help her." Uncle Bala still considered that every sound he produced was always supervised by another swordsman, so even in this quiet hallway he still carried out disguise.

Uncle Bala looked around. It was still a lonely atmosphere, and seemed far from civilization. After that, Uncle Bala unhesitatingly knocked on the door at the end of the hall five times.

Not long after, the door before Uncle Bala creaked and opened slightly. Just a little bit, but enough for the person inside to peek at the person outside, through the little gap created.

Uncle Bala said in a cold voice. “What is the truth of this store that sells live humans?”

Silence is created over a long period of time until a reply is heard from behind the door.

“We do not actually sell live humans, but we have humans who are still alive. How much money do you have?”

In a still cold voice, Uncle Bala again said, “I will pay high if what you sell is a young woman.”

“The only ones alive are women. Quickly tell me you dare to pay how much?”

“Depends on the amount of price you installed.” Uncle Bala grunted.

“You're old, go inside. The lady is waiting outside.”

“Can't if you intend to frame me.” Uncle Bala said sharply. “I can switch to another place if you guys have bad intentions on me.”

“We don't like that there are a lot of people coming into our place. What does that woman's interest in this trade say?"

“She was the first woman I bought. I want him to see me buy a new woman. Is my actions too cruel for you?”

Immediately a reply from within. “Nothing is too cruel for us. You two go in.”

The door opened a little wider. Shows the room inside which is decorated with yellow light from the torch. Mantingan and Uncle Bala stepped forward, entering into the room after pushing the door.

The next scene looks really shake Mantingan's chest. Makes his whole body shake violently. Even the breathing exercises he had long mastered were unable to control his unsettled self.

There was a door shut behind him. The panic level of the Mantang increased rapidly after hearing that voice. It's like feeling like he's stuck in here with no way out.

“Pacify yourself, Mantingan!”

While Uncle Bala himself looks very good at regulating the look of his face and gestures. So he didn't look surprised at all.

In front of them was an inhuman sight. Parts of the human body are scattered almost in all parts of the room. The bloodstains stained the walls of the room as a whole. And the rest, Mantingan felt no need to see it more clearly.

In the corner of the room to the right, there are some strange masked people who need not be explained anymore are doing what. While in the corner of the room on the left there is an entrance to another room covered with curtains.

“Where are the women you mean?” Uncle Bala said after not finding his daughter in the entire room.

“There was inside,” replied the person who had opened the door, the person was wearing the same strange mask.

“Bring him here. And if her virginity is gone, I'll only pay half the price.”

“You arrived on time.” The man said flatly as he walked towards the room covered in curtains.

The man scooped up a little curtain to put his head in. “Bring that woman.”

“Do not touch! DON'T TOUCH! GO YOU BASTARD!”

Clearly the voice of that woman was the voice of Uncle Bala's daughter! The mantan prepares himself to attack if the bidding is cancelled. He has made sure the locking hook between the handle and the Kiai Kedai Sword sheath has been opened.

“GO!”

The masked man shook his head repeatedly before flicking the curtain and entering it.

“AAAHHHH!”

Really gripping those moments. Even though Uncle Bala was calm, but his heartbeat was still racing fast. Manten gulped his saliva as he imagined what was going on behind the curtains of the room.

Next is the sound of silence. There was no sound other than the sound of the meat-burning from the activities in the right corner of the room. Uncle Bala's and Mantingan's heart was increasingly beating strong and tight. In a moment, they would break out in cold sweat. And if a swordsman knew that cold sweat could be caused by fear, then they were now in great danger.

Fortunately between the two there was a cold sweat, the curtain in the left corner of the room back blurred. The same masked man was seen dragging a stiff body of a young woman. Of course Mantingan recognized the young lady as the son of Uncle Bala!

“Price reduced if he gets abrasive.”

The masked man stopped and looked at Uncle Bala. Seen from behind his mask, two eyes looked on sharply.

“You love to cut the price, we don't like any guest behaving like that.”

Uncle Bala did not reply with a remark, but replied with a gaze as cold as a mountain halimun.

The masked man again dragged the body of Uncle Bala's daughter and stopped after arriving right in front of the middle-aged man's feet. Mantingan looked at the young woman with pity. Unfortunately for his fate, had to face the madness of the swordsman-bloom of the black stream.