The Musafir

Dead Fish Stuck in Needles

NEEDLE DARTED! The Northern River Angel immediately threw him towards the pond. In Mantingan's vision, everything was going so slowly. He could see the needle was too down. Nor powerful. So no doubt, the needle just hit the water and drowned in it.

Without impacting anything.

It doesn't create big waves or splashes of water, it just goes in. Like a drop of water falling in the pool. Even the fish under it can more quickly avoid needles.

This time the Angel of the North River let out a long sigh. Even though he knew that it would only make his spirit degenerate.

The mantel shook slowly with a look of astonishment.

Inadvertently, Mantingan made the North River Angel upset with the look on his face. “You don't blame me. Did you teach me this little megenai item?”

“Saudari, this should be a very easy thing.” Mantingan tried to cool the mood of the North River Angel by saying softly.

“It's easy for you, not for me.” The girl got upset. “Well, now you prove your greatness, let me see it.”

Once again the Mantingan just shook his head slowly. He took a flying needle out of his pocket. Without the need to calculate the distance and direction of the shot, Mantingan immediately threw the needle from his hand. Like throwing rubbish.

The needle slid so fast. You can only see the flash. The pool water exploded and the needle soared upwards. The North River Angel did not know where the needle went, but he saw with his own eyes that it had bounced off!

“How ... how can you do it?” his words stammered, The Northern River Angel is still hard to believe.

“Very easy.” The thin smiling mantle. “Come here if you want to finger, Sister.”

Without waiting any longer, the Northern River Angel immediately floated towards Mantingan. Floating over a fish pond. His feet treaded lightly on the water, bringing his body back to drift. He landed beside Mantingan.

The mantel took another needle out of his pocket. Then he stretched out his palm. “Sasmita sister, please give me your palm.”

Without the slightest suspicion, the Northern River Angel placed his palm on top of Mantingan's palm.

Then, Mantingan explained, “Jarum is placed on your middle and index fingers.” As he said, Mantingan placed the needle in the place he had mentioned. “The position should be tilted slightly. The blunt side faces inward and the sharp side faces outwards. If you want to throw a poisoned needle, then make sure that the sharp side does not hurt your fingers.”

The North River Angel did not focus much on Mantingan's explanation. On the face of Mantingan. How not? Mantingan's face looked shady as he explained how to throw needles at the Northern River Angel. Rarely could the girl get this close to Mantingan. Moreover the touch of the hand Mantingan so warm felt.

“Use your thumb to flank this needle.” The mantan pulled the thumb of the North River Angel to hold the needle. “After that, you can throw it from top to bottom, or from side to side. Remove the needle after it feels parallel to the target.”

Mantingan took off the palm of the Northern River Angel so that he could try it himself. It was then that the Angel of the North River was fully awakened from his daydream. Although it could be said that he was daydreaming from earlier, the Angel of the North River could still hear the explanation from Mantingan.

“Brothers pull over,” said Angel Sungai Utara took a swing. “I rarely throw needles. In Champa, a white swordsman who uses a poisonous needle would be considered extremely despicable.”

The mantel walked back a few steps. “In the land of Javadvipa is also so the law. But there were some white stream warriors still secretly using poisonous needles to kill his opponent. Sister, now try throwing that needle.”

Seeing the splash of water, the Northern River Angel cheered loudly in his mind. Because when the manting needle bounces, it creates a splash of water in the pool.

The mantingan also initially thought so. However, Mantingan did not see the needle soar into the air. Instead, he saw one of his fish floating on the surface of the water. Not moving anymore. Even without the need to sharpen the vision, Mantingan can see a needle stuck right in the head of the fish.

“Duhai,” said, “ikan poor.”

With a look of disbelief, the Angel of the North River said, “Really I was not accidentally ..”

“Pict it for lunch later, Sister. I expect the day will be decorated with heavy rain, fish roasted layer of honey will be very delicious.” The mantle started to walk away. “Do not feel objection. That's your punishment. Every fish in the pond was only the best of the best. I love the fish, but I love my sister more. Where can I be angry despite wanting.”

***

IT WAS INDEED THAT afternoon that it rained terribly. Mantingan, North River Angel, Cana, and Kina were on the same table. The dining table next to the kitchen. In the middle of them was a large grilled fish covered in honey. The North River angel who cooked it, as a punishment and a sign of guilt for killing one of the Mantingan fish.

Kana looked at the newly served fish with an astonished look. “Sasmita is cooking this, right?”

Kina slashed lazily, “Kanda, isn't it obvious that this grilled fish is indeed cooked Kak Sasmita? Kanda see for yourself Sasmita brought this fish from the kitchen.”

“Hai, Kina my sister. It would be better if Kanda asked to get certainty.” Kana defends.

“Kanda asks for unnecessary things.”

“But isn't—”

Mantingan raised his hand and at once Kana's words came to a halt. The mantel stared at him, as if to say not to continue. The Northern River Angel laughed softly.

“It was me who cooked it, Kana. What is?” said Bidadari Sungai Utara soft.

“Oh, really?” Kana put on a look hard to believe. “I don't think a woman as beautiful as Kaka can cook this delicious meal. Apparently, besides being beautiful like a white cloud, Sasmita is also good at cooking.”

“So this is your goal to ask Sasmita, Kana?” The mantel asked sharply. Kana couldn't answer, just smiling all wrong. “You're getting good at seducing women apparently? Where did you learn the verses of love like that?”

Kana quickly replied, “From the literary works in my room.”

“I never gave you a literary work about love or seduction.” The snide smiling mantel. “Let me check your room.”

Very quickly Kana's back was soaked in cold sweat, while Mantingan asked for lunch to begin immediately.