The Musafir
Love and Being
"On that, I also put my sense of agreement.” Rara gave a small nod, Mantingan kept looking at her. “With all the chaos on this day, you mate with Uncle Kedai, then match with all the members of White Wind College. And then you match up with the officers in Nyiur Wind City, even you are also fighting to save the entire population of that city. You are in a match with the Angel of the North River, without you he would not have survived. And right now, you're paired with Kana and Kina, those two poor kids.”
MANTINGAN HEARD the girl's words without cutting in the slightest. And there is no desire to cut it.
“Even because of that mess, we've been paired.” Suddenly the girl looked at him. “And you have given me the best moments of my life. I didn't fall in love, and the first time I fell in love, it felt so amazing.”
“Despite this,” says Mantingan. “You only exist in my delusion. And it seems, will continue so.”
“I will be immortal,” reply Rara, move touch Mantingan chest. “In each of your heartbeats, there's me.”
“When I'm with you,” says Mantingan again. “I doubt, really doubt. Whether the one in front of me is the real Rara, or just the pseudo-shadow Rara. Because when I talk to you, I'm really mute.”
Rara gave off her beautiful smile. “Silence does not mean losing. Silence does not mean weakness. Do you understand that?”
“Then what about you?” The mantle tightens the sound in the silence of the mind. “What about your shadows? Are you real or are you just a shadow? Say!”
“Does love always have to look at one's form? Do you love me just for looking at me?”
“No, Rara.” The mantle shook strongly. “Whatever you are, I will always love you, until death comes to pick me up.”
“Then love myself in any form.” Rara smiled, herself fading. “Even if I am only a speck of stars in the sky.”
***
THAT NIGHT. Mantingan and Kana go hand in hand to clean up room by room after dinner together. No tired words were spoken Mantingan, and he did not want Cana to say that either. So work them tirelessly. Meanwhile, Kina rests in her room, Mantingan and Kana agree that Kina is still not fully recovered and still needs rest.
“We're done tonight.” The mantan said while straightening his back. “All rooms have been tidied up, tomorrow morning we coat the rooms with shiny liquid as necessary, and we will replace or patch wood in the room.”
“Why don't we just do tonight, Brother Man?” Asked Kana with a frown.
The mantle smiled and rubbed the boy's head. “If we do everything tonight too, it is certain we will be exhausted.”
“I'm not tired at all. And please stop rubbing my head like this!”
The mantle pulled back his hand while laughing. “Seconds are tired and will feel better if you go to bed soon.”
“Then, Brother Man alone sleeps. I don't need.”
Kana took a deep breath before nodding, trying to behave like an adult. “Good. But, where will you sleep?”
The mantel raised its eyebrows and then smiled. “Do you believe in the existence of warriors?”
Once again Kana nodded. “I didn't believe it at first. But after seeing Big Brother, likes do not like I have to believe.”
The mantel widens his smile. “As a swordsman, I can sleep in many places. Even I can sleep hanging like a bat.”
“But for sure it's uncomfortable,” sahur Kana. “I'll split the bed with Brother Man.”
“No need.” The mantle refused smoothly. “As a swordsman, I am obligated to always be vigilant. Even when asleep. Sleeping on a comfortable mattress even makes me feel insecure.”
Kana was silent for a while to digest Mantingan's sentence, then for the third time she nodded. Without saying much more, Kana turned around and walked out of the room where she and Mantingan were.
Be your own mantel in the room. There was only a hint of light from the torch from the torch in the hallway. It was cold, like a mountain breeze. The mantan then took a long breath.
Of course he would not do what he said. He will not sleep because he cannot sleep. The shadow of Rara's death comes back to pique her. Even the sense of regret came back, even a little but it meant a lot to a young man like Mantingan.
However, he told Kana to sleep is not without reason. The mantan will continue to work in this house, and the way it will be used will be a little dangerous for ordinary humans like Cana.
Then after straightening his back once more, the Mantang flashed swiftly towards the lower floor.
Downstairs, he picks up a liquid that can make the wood turn shiny. With a quick movement, Mantingan smeared the wooden walls with the liquid.
After finishing with the first job, Mantingan turned to the second job, and so on until without realizing all the work had been completed that night.
Mantingan installed many lantern lights to replace the presence of torches. So the house that was originally dark, gloomy, damp, unkempt, and dusty was transformed into a very beautiful home. The wood glittered in the light of a soft lantern. No longer dusty. The walls and roof of the house are neatly patched. No more moss attached. Not too damp.
The house returned to its original form which was truly beautiful. Mantian exhaled and smiled with satisfaction.
Seeing the form of the house, Mantingan remembered the house of Kenanga. Beautiful, beautiful, cold. Or if it cannot be juxtaposed with the house of Kenanga, then this is worth juxtaposing with the house of Dara.
Not to mention the flowers that will be planted in the front of the house. Even Mantingan planned to build a small pond in the middle of the courtyard. With beautiful colored fish in it. And do not forget also the lotus leaves that bloom. Imagining it alone was able to make Mantingan feel very excited.
If only drowsiness did not come to him, then of course Mantingan immediately move to make a flower garden in the yard. Luckily, he was still a sleepy man.
