The Musafir
Ki Dagar's
“Welcome to my house.” The man said friendly. “Sorry if I seem to be disrespectful later, because I talk more often directly to the subject. Really, it is not my intention to be disrespectful to the guests, hope you understand it.”
The mantel nodded and smiled kindly. “That's no problem at all, Mr.”
“Alright if the guests can understand, I will start on the subject. Who are you two, and what goods would you buy?”
“I can be called Mantingan, and my friend is named Rara. Sorry earlier did not introduce yourself ..” The stiff smiling mantle.
The owner of the house chimed, “When I used to be called Ki Dagar, then you can call me that as well.”
The mantan nodded and gulped, how Ki Dagar's speech was very heavy even though what he discussed was a very light thing. Ki Dagar is no ordinary person. It is clear that he is a warrior. Mantingan felt that there was no harm in starting to be careful to talk to the person, lest there be a remark that offended Ki Dagar. The feeling of the swordsman is known as an irritable feeling and will be very light hands kill if it is so.
The room was empty for a moment.
“What do you want to buy?”
The speech broke the silence, Mantingan hurriedly replied, “Sahaya wants to buy women's clothes whose material is from the Land of the Roof of Heaven, is there and can you buy light?”
“There, and of course can.” Ki Dagar nodded. “But if you do not feel offended, then you do not need to buy the item. Think of it as my treat to two of his guests.”
The mantle is a little nervous. He did not understand what would be good for Ki Dagar. If he refused, it was possible that Ki Dagar would be offended. However, he was afraid that there would be a trap if he had to accept it.
“I assume you have accepted it.” Ki Dagar took a deep breath, then shouted, “Rani! Come here!”
Not long after, down the stairs of a teenage girl. The face and apparently typical of Javanese children who are teenagers, then he approached Ki Dagar.
Ki Dagar turned to Rara with a smile. “This is my son you can call Rani. He will accompany you to choose good clothes. Ah, I'm wrong, he's the one who's gonna pick out some really nice clothes for you. The taste of the clothes is very good, and he is also the one who helped me choose clothes according to the tastes of women in the market. He's a nice kid, be casual with him. No need to be nervous.”
Meanwhile, Rara felt extremely insecure. How did he escape from the mantang? Ki Dagar's words had just concluded that he had to go alone with Ki Dagar's son named Rani, without Mantingan.
And Mantingan, although he was a little afraid, but that does not mean his male nature vanished without a trace. The watchful mantan immediately asked subtly the intention of Ki Dagar, he emphasized that he would act decisively if something happened to Rara.
Ki Dagar nodded and understood. “Looks like you've caught my point, Mantingan. I want to talk to you, four eyes, without your friend Rara.”
“Ki Dagar, Sahaya can not let Rara in danger.”
“You need to know, Mantingan, that you can't do much either while you're in danger.” Ki Dagar laughed softly as Mantingan gulped back down his saliva, secretly feeling fear. “But I have absolutely no intention of harming anyone, at least for now.”
Mantingan process his calculations against this kind of situation. And as a result, he chose to avoid danger.
“We said goodbye, Ki Dagar.” Mantingan intended to rise, but was detained by Ki Dagar's daughter named Rani.
“So don't go first, huh? I want to show you nice clothes for this very pretty sister.” Rani pointed at Rara with sparkling eyes. “Bby, yes?”
Ki Dagar again chuckled softly. “See and listen to my son, is there any bad intentions implied to him?”
The man thought for a moment. In the end, he invites Rara to go with Rani. He also gave a sign that Rara was not nervous. Rani cheerfully pulls Rara's hand and takes her upstairs. The mantan coughed softly when there was only himself and Ki Dagar in the room.
The mantle raised the head. “Ya, Father?”
“I'm a little disappointed about your fearing attitude. Where is your man side? You only give off a little manly nature, it is still in doubt. Is this the attitude of a traveler?”
Mantingan. How can Ki Dagar know himself as a traveler?
As if I could guess the way Mantingan thought, Ki Dagar again said, “If you try to cover it, but I can tell it from your nimble and slightly rough layout. The muscles in your legs have also convinced me, plus the color of your skin that matures due to having been exposed to the sun for so long.”
The mantan could only nod, that was a stark answer.
“As a man, honestly I'm quite amazed at you. Not many can do what you have done. But I regret your fear and your body. Be honest with me, why are you afraid? Maybe only I can accept all your complaints at this time and it is not even impossible for me to give you help.”
The mantel exhaled a long breath, leaving the room quiet for a while.
“Before I wanted to ask, why does Ki Dagar seem so interested in my problem?”
Ki Dagar laughed. “As a man, I actually do not like conversations that involve heart feelings like what I want to say later. But let! And this is only the first and last between me and you, after that do not discuss about the feelings of the heart.” After making his laugh, Ki Dagar again said, “my son is the same as you, Mantingan. He was my firstborn. The first child I gave all my love. He is adventurous, just like you. I allowed him to adventure, to become a wanderer who conquered the routes from western Javadvipa to eastern Javadvipa.
“But something has happened to him. Killed him. Killed for being killed. It was not an accident or a challenging path that killed him. He was killed by a hit man who had been hired by my trade rival. You don't need to ask me how I felt at that moment. Now the trade rival is just a name, so is his family, I have killed them with my own hands.”
The mantle trembled slightly. How much he is dealing with a murderer!
“I'm sorry, because I didn't get what I wanted. The satisfaction? Daku did not get satisfaction,” continued Ki Dagar. “Today, exactly one year after the death of my brave eldest son, you came. I thought that you were the soul of my son who came back down to earth, because when I saw your face, it was as if I saw my son's face. But I realized how you are not my son. You have a different story and way of life, but when you're here, then you've been considered my son.”
The mantan then nodded after starting to understand his state.
“Now tell me, what scares you when you face me?” Ki Dagar smiled again.
“I feel that Ki Dagar is a swordsman. I was afraid of offending and was instead killed here, at the hands of Ki Dagar. While I have a long plan ahead of me, so I intend to keep my life.”
“Then, there is no harm in you being afraid. But your next attitude is not a manly attitude, which is an attitude that can not protect yourself or others you love. Men should be able to protect themselves and even others. Otherwise, he would not deserve to be called a man.”
The mantelan got a big answer.
“Didn't you learn silat?”
The mantle shook weakly. “There is a restraint for me not to play rough, Ki Dagar.”
“This is for self-protection, Mantingan. You can die silly just before you finish your plan if you don't have any martial arts. Would you continue to defend your life with that fear and cowardice?”
No. gabe. The fixed coat will not play rough. Kenanga has clearly said this. It was not the punishment of Kenanga that he feared, but rather the very nature of Kenanga that he had to hold on to!
“Alright, if you do not want to at this time.” Ki Dagar can see the look on Mantingan's face, he pulled out a sheet that he seemed to have prepared. “But I'm sure you'll change your mind someday. Take this throw and go to White Wind College if you change your mind.”
Mantingan intended to refuse him, but Ki Dagar forced him to take it. He looked at the surface of the bar. There were strokes that he could not recognize at all. Feeling that the object was important enough, he kept the thrower on his small coffers in his waist belt.
