The Musafir

Get out of the Malaya Screen Market

"Uncle, I know the amount of money given to capture the North River Angel is huge. Therefore, I will give Uncle one Stone, but Uncle must keep this secret tight.” Mantingan said to use the Whispering Science of the Wind on Uncle Bala. His hand moved to open the bundle.

Of course Uncle Bala immediately resisted the Mantingan's movements. “You have contributed a lot to me, what kind of man would I be if I dared to accept money from you.”

“Uncle, a piece of stone is a lot of money, is Uncle sure?”

“Hero, if I work with you, then I make sure we will produce dozens or even dozens of pieces of Stone.”

The mantel smiled and stopped his movements. Appreciate Uncle Bala. Although he himself clearly knew, selling even a lot of Light Magic Throws would not make a profit of dozens or even dozens of Stones.

If one Stone was worth a thousand pieces of gold, and a piece of Light Magic Throw was worth eight pieces of gold, then the Mantin would have to bounce off 125 Magic Throws. Who would want to buy that much Magic Throw?

But must Mantingan admit, the profit he will get will be very large if he manages to sell 125 Light Magic Throws.

Mantingan finished his dish when the waiter came with his order. Roasted venison with its spices are put into two reed roofs. Since the payment has been completed all, Mantingan intends to continue the journey.

It was told to Uncle Bala. “Uncle, it looks like just got here our meeting this time. It's time I left. I hope, someday we can meet again in a more peaceful atmosphere.”

Uncle Bala actually wanted Mantingan to stay at his goods house overnight and visit him once again, but he himself understood that the North River Angel needed the presence of Mantingan. Then Uncle Bala could only bury deeply in his will and let Mantingan go.

“Hope Heroes be careful during the trip. Now, the river is not in good condition. If anything is necessary, do not hesitate to come to me. But do not go to this place again if you want to see me, because the greatest possibility I will move to other martial markets.”

The mantle nodded its head. “Better it is like that, Uncle. After this, I hope our relationship will continue to work well.”

The mantle pairs its bundles to the back. Now he had to transport two bundles at once. One bundle of groceries, and another bundle of personal belongings.

Uncle Bala and his daughter stood up. They were yelling at each other, the young man retorted. Uncle Bala's daughter who conveyed her deep gratitude to Mantingan and asked Mantingan to continue to be careful during the trip—although she never knew where Mantingan's legs would go. After which, without further ado, Mantingan stepped away.

Uncle Bala looked at Mantingan's back until the young man disappeared in the corner of the road. How the middle-aged man was amazed at the maturity and calmness of Mantingan's attitude. A young man like Mantingan had to travel a long distance, carrying two bundles that almost covered his entire body, while keeping the important people from the other country.

If only time could be replayed, Uncle Bala would not be lazing during his life. Adventurous. Spreading kindness at every step of his foot. Finding meaning in a journey.

***

MANTLET. A young man who has decided big things at an age too early to part with his parents. Now that footsteps had taken him very, very far from his home, Mantingan began to miss his home and his parents. Mantingan is not an ungodly child, although he used to behave disobediently by leaving the house without permission. There was a sense of regret still lingering within him.

What if he returns briefly to his hometown after successfully driving the North River Angel to the sea? Then continue the journey to find Gembangmas and find people who need his help like the North River Angel. And of course, Mantingan will not meet Kenanga before his task is fulfilled.

That night. As the owls one by one woke up and let out their beautiful sounds. As the moon faintly hung in the sky. That's when Mantingan arrived at the tent Bidadari Sungai Utara.

Closed tent curtains. There was a faint light visible inside the tent. When Mantingan uses sharp hearing, he can hear the muttering sound of the North River Angel. The girl is reading a book. For sure, not eating jerky.

“Saudari desert, I'm back.”

Mumaman. There was a rattling sound until the sound of tent curtain ties being released. The mantle can hear it clearly.

The head of the North River Angel poked out from behind the curtain. Mantingan at a glance remembered the incident this afternoon, he immediately forgot. The black hair of the Northern River Angel was strung down. His eyes stared intently, making sure that what he was staring at was really a Mantingan.

“Manting!” cheers of the Northern River Angel before his voice began to change. “Wait a minute .. If I didn't hear wrong, why did you call me a desert angel?”

The mantle laughed softly while taking off the two bundles that were weighing down on his back. He stretched his two hands forward. “You better fit that designation.”

“You mean to tease me?”

The mantle did not answer that question. He untied the bundle, removing two bamboo roofs from it. Curiously the North River Angel came out of the tent.

“I feel you brought something good for me.”

In response, Mantingan only extended two bamboo roofs measuring half fathoms to the North River Angel.

Back Angel North River asked, “What is this?”

“Sweet grilled meat as you said this morning.”

The North River Angel stared at Mantingan sharply. “Really?”

“If you don't want to, I'll spend it alone.” Mantingan pulled back two bamboo roofs, but the North River Angel clutched Mantingan's hands tightly, as if he had fallen from a tree and the hands of Mantingan were the wooden trunks of his handle.

“If you eat it alone, I swear I won't let you sleep well tonight.”

“Let go of my hand. This is very bad.” Mantingan brushed off the hands of the North River Angel. “This is for you. Take.”

The Northern River Angel gladly accepted it. Until a small jump. The wide smiling coat. Glad to see the North River Angel so happy.

“Sorry, I've been gone too long. I was supposed to be back this afternoon, but something delayed me.”

The North River Angel was happy to get two rooftops of grilled meat, but it did not necessarily make him forget the suffering waiting for Mantingan from morning to night.

“Indeed. It's good you're aware too. And I forgive you.”

The mantle could only smile wryly.