The Musafir
A Sweet Pot for 10 Gold Pieces
AFTER FINISH, the merchant said, “All this is 10 pieces of gold.”
The mantle scrunched his forehead. “Uncle, forgive me if I ask this, but has Uncle really counted it?”
The North River's angel looked just as confused. Waiting for an answer from the sweets seller before him.
“That's that big, Brother. If Brothers and Sisters want to buy all the sweets that are dangerous to sell, then sahaya will give a discount of 50 pieces of silver.”
The mantle shook slowly. “The price that Uncle mentioned is too little. Is it really that cheap price of sweets?”
Now it was the seller's turn to frown. “Brothers, sweets are snacks that cost more than other snacks in this market. Isn't 10 gold pieces already very expensive?”
“It's not like that, Father. Ten gold pieces too cheap.” The mantle doesn't want to talk much anymore. Immediately he took out a bag full of gold pieces. “Save this, Father. Don't look like those robbers. Share with other traders, but do not cause a fuss. Sahaya and this sister just need a bag of sweets. The rest, share it with other traders or to the hungry.”
When Mantingan showed the bag full of gold pieces, the sweet seller did not receive either. “Sahaya don't want. This number is too big. Hazard inappropriate.”
“Please quickly grab this, Uncle, before those robbers come see this.” And without further ado, Mantingan thrust the bag. For fear of being seen by the robber who came, the sweet seller immediately received it. Hidden under the table.
A moment later, his face shrunk. Eyes glaring. But he tries not to cry. Free. The sweet seller was crying. Sniffle.
“Thank you, Brother. I say a big thank you. Danger has five children at home. It was dangerous not to mind taking care of them, not even a little. Perhaps Brother is the human messenger god present bless us all.”
“Uncle need not cry. Everything will be fine. Now, please prepare a pack of the best quality sweets for us to take home.”
“Alright, alright. Wait a minute, Brother. Will dahaya will prepare the best sweets!”
Smiling coat. While waiting, he looked around. The young man found other merchants staring at him. Their eyes were full of haru. Saying thank you. Know that the sweet merchant is kind, will not keep a bag of money alone. The mantel is thought to have chosen the right person. And which is more appropriate than the messenger of the gods?
That's how they respond to mantingan. God's messenger. They came to earth to pity them. Giving peerless blessings.
However, all those gazes actually made Mantingan feel awkward. They keep staring at him. Moreover, the sweet seller still chooses the best quality sweets—hal it takes a long time. Sedu sedu was over, so several times he sucked rubbed tears—again this takes a short time.
After a packet of sweets was ready, and the Angel of the North River received it, Mantingan asked the girl to walk again. He really can't stand being looked at by so many people like that.
While walking, Bidadari Sungai Utara asked, “Why was the sweet seller so grateful when he did not know how much money was in the bag?”
The mantel smiled awkwardly. “That's hope.”
The North River Angel nodded in understanding. “What did you give to that merchant?”
“In the bag I have provided 100 pieces of gold. I think that's enough for all of them.”
A little laughing mantle. To him, 100 pieces of gold was not a large sum. The young man thought he should donate more money in the future.
They continue their journey. Around market. A few times stop at a store that sells raw meat and vegetables. The market is so quiet. Mantingan only found at least five visitors other than himself and the North River Angel.
Until they got to the armament store. As with other shops, the weaponry shop was empty of visitors. When Mantingan entered the store building, the seller immediately greeted him warmly.
“Both boys are back coming.”
Smiling coat. This is where he bought a weapon when surrounded by warriors after the auction event last time.
“Mr, we meet again.”
The merchant returned a Mantingan smile as well with a smile. “Well, now what kind of weapons do you want the two kids to buy?”
“Sahaya wants a wooden sword, Father. Do you have it?”
“Of course I have it, but wooden swords are many varieties. Wait a minute, let me get you those swords.”
The gun dealer then entered a room. He returned with a big box. Doesn't contain what. Put the crate on the floor, then opened the casket cover. Until it looks like the big box. A collection of wooden swords. Variety of shapes, variety of colors, variety of sizes.
“Please just choose, Son!”
“I'm not very good at choosing wooden swords, Father. So, you chose it for me.”
“Oh, of course. Tell me, what kind of sword does the Son want?”
Without lingering any longer, Mantingan immediately explained, “This sword will be worn by a fourteen-year-old boy. The boy was half a fathom tall, less. He's been studying sword arts for a few weeks. So, Father, which sword is suitable?”
The gun dealer rubbed his pointy chin. “The long and light sword seems to fit him. What do you think, Son?”
“I think it is like that, Father. She can move more nimble than kids her age.”
The gun salesman nodded his head. Take out a wooden sword inside the chest. It was a one-edged sword. Long, but straight.
“Try you this snack.” The gun dealer threw the wooden sword at Mantingan.
Spry Mantang caught it. He also tried the sword. He moves very fast. Until his body became a shadow. While the sword was flicked hundreds of times in five periods of five eyes!
The mantel stopped in its place. Smiling satisfied.
