The Musafir
Healing Mantings
BIDADARI RIVERS Utara then read out the contents of his throw.
“Sasmita, there's not much I can tell you. Because I've told you almost everything. Fill this thrower just to apologize for not being a good mother to you. I know you have regarded me as your own mother, and I consider you my own son. Sasmita, tell Mantingan everything about me if he wants, so there is no misunderstanding. Sasmita, I absolutely do not expect you to return to Champa safely. Because without me even wishing, I'm sure you're safe to go home. I left a bundle of spoons for the Coat, and another bundle for Cana and Kina. Be kind to Mantingan, really he is not aware of his love for you.”
The North River angel came back crying. Even while reading the contents of the toss, he sobbed. The mantle embraces her shoulders so that the girl can lean on her shoulders. Let all the sadness spill. And the fish-pool became a silent witness over him.
The girl then said—which was interrupted every time she sobbed, “Bitter Leaf Swordsman was the Mother of Hero, Mantingan .. she was the most respected black flow swordsman of her time. But Mother Wira is a good person, it is not easy for her to survive longer in the world of black martial arts. The poison and medicine were actually almost the same, it was very easy for him to become a medicinal herb. But ... but, he could not stay silent to see the destruction of this village. And in the end—”
“No need to continue, Sister.” The mantle says softly. “There is nothing to be sorry about his passing. He went as a valiant hero. Already we should be proud of him, instead of grieving like this.”
The Northern River Angel took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It is more valuable than complaining. Then closed his eyes, sending everything to Mantingan.
“You once said to smile at those who are no longer ours, right?” The Angel of the North River said shahdu. “Will you smile with me?”
The mantle did not answer, but he kept smiling. The Northern River Angel did not need an answer, she smiled as well.
Leaves fall. The baby brought dry air from the east. The only wind chimes there, clanking. It was as if carrying those two smiles towards Mother Hero.
The Mantingan and the Angel of the North River drown in the cradle of the east wind. It was as if their souls were fused together. None of them understand each other.
***
TIME IS RUNNING. Amazingly the time, with or without the destruction of the Wind Bell Village, kept going. But the Wind Bell Village, felt the need to get up. The village was rebuilt, becoming a more beautiful village. Time will not wait until their feelings are restored.
During that time, Mantingan did not remain silent. Although there are still toxins in his body that sometimes interfere, Mantingan does not want to rest on his hands. Several times he visited the refugees, and many times he helped the construction of the village. No hesitation in throwing funds.
Kiai Guru Kedai will remain in the Wind Bell Village until construction is declared complete. And amazingly, he set up a teahouse in front of Mantingan's house. Of course, the tea produced can be enjoyed without the need to pay. The mantan could only understand the strange attitude of his teacher.
The North River Angel is also working hard to find the antidote to the Unnamed Poison. Almost all of his time was spent in that room. They rarely go out just to get a plate of food. Mantingan had told the girl not to push herself, but the Northern River Angel denied it vehemently.
He said, “If the antidote is not found, you will die. And if you die, there's no reason for me to go back to Champa.”
Then again, the Mantingan can only understand and let it go. Moreover when the girl said that if the antidote to the poison had not been found, she would not have gone from Javadvipa. Given the time left is not much, then Mantingan grateful for the actions of the North River Angel.
The Unnamed Poison increasingly showed its ferocity. A few days later, it was difficult for Meningan to do many things. Even for running alone, Mantingan can not. So in his daily life, the young man looked much calmer. His footsteps were not in a hurry, his hands were folded back, and his speech was soft. Subconsciously, Mantingan transmit that calmness to those who pay attention to it.
Even if the Unnamed Poison began to seem inhospitable, but Mantingan's body could accept that discouragement. His body began to adjust to the poison present in it.
The proof is that the poison of the enemy mongrel that cut into his chest does not cause death or a dangerous symptom. This can be interpreted as a great progress.
The mantle sees things for a few days. Not only with his two eyelids, but also with his inner eye. The mantle sees many signs. He continued to develop the science of reading omens into martial science. Not one bit he asked his teacher for help, the old man would tell him to find the knowledge himself.
Kiai Guru Kedai is not wrong, Mantingan also thinks similar. If he managed to find his knowledge alone without the help of Kiai Guru Kedai, then his understanding of the science has reached the level of perfection. In any case, Mantingan felt the need to find the knowledge without help from anyone.
It might seem greedy, but this Mantingan do for the perfection of his knowledge. It will be that science will Mantingan use for the good of others, and to defend the Truth, to quell Heresy. Mantingan promised himself to make the most of the knowledge.
As for Cana and Kinas, however, they still mourn the death of Wiranti. Sometimes they are not eager to eat. He would rather spend time in his room than playing outside. Mantingan and the Northern River Angel felt very worried about their change, but both agreed to give them a little time to accept the departure of Wiranti. However, they must still rise from the slump one day.
***
THAT MORNING. Mantingan and Kiai Guru Kedai sat down face to face. Kiai Guru Kedai had just called him to enter his room. He said he would say something important.
“I couldn't stay too long in this place, Mantingan,” said, “village construction has entered the final round, I don't think there's anything I need to protect anymore here. You do not need to worry about the safety of Wind Bell Village, White Wind College has built a paddle here.”
“Teacher, why rush? Has something happened beyond expectations?”
“Yes. And I need to finish it right away. But you do not need to know about this, add to the burden of the mind only.”
***
THERE IS NOTHING Mantingan can do but nod in front of his teacher. However, Mantingan felt completely astonished by his teacher's attitude, as if not worrying about him being attacked by deadly poison without a cure. Kiai Guru Kedai certainly realized the meaning of Mantingan's confused look and face, but he only smiled in response.
Kiai Guru Kedai rose from his seat and flashed disappeared. The mantel sees the open window of the room. The teacher had left so quickly. The mantel exhaled a long breath and smiled in relief.
And why could Mantingan still smile in relief while his teacher left without telling him a single way to cure the Unnamed Poison in his body? Of course it was caused by the smile of his teacher, which indirectly had meant that everything would go fine.
So Mantingan closed the shutters in his teacher's room.
***
“I will not leave Javadvipa before I find an offer for Unnamed Poison lodged in your body.”
So Mantingan said that his body began to adjust to all the poison in it.
“I think I know better than you, Brother,” the reply is so cold.
“But remember the reason why we were together until now. Remember that reason is so that Sisters can return to Champa.”
“If I am only concerned with myself without looking at you for the slightest thing, can it not be interpreted as a despicable greed? Even Sister need not mean it, my greed will seem blatant.”
“But what if Sisters cannot return to Champa because it is too protracted in this matter?”
“Then it's better than me failing to find an antidote for you.” The North River Angel then looked at Mantingan's eyes meaningfully. “No matter how hard you force me, I will force you even harder.”
***
TRUE THE WORDS of Bidadari Sungai Utara. His body was not really able to adjust to the existence of the Unnamed Poison within. Two weeks after his conversation with the girl, Mantingan lay on his bed without being able to move much.
Mantingan situation is really bad. He had not swallowed a mouthful of food since lying helplessly, resulting in his body shrinking. The entire skin of the Mantian paled, even at certain times turning blue for bruises. His tongue was a mute, hard to move, so not a word came out of his mouth.
Almost every night Kana and Kina cried. They almost never left Mantingan's room. Every night apply to Gusti for healing. Time and again they revealed that Mantingan was the most important person in their lives right now, Gusti was truly merciless if he took Mantan from their lives.
Chief Rama was equally worried. Dozens of healers came every day to inspect Mantingan, fulfilling Chairman Rama's invitation. But almost all of the healers shook their heads weakly, the rest said that Mantingan could not possibly be saved. The Unnamed Poison was too deadly, still no antidote had been found.
Meanwhile, the North River Angel rarely visited Mantingan. He rarely cries over the mantingan. Because he knew very well, all these things were useless. However, he did not stop working, every day struggling with all the powder treatment. The clang of a passenger never stops being heard from inside his room, if the Mantingan knows.
And if all saw the eyes of Mantingan, then they would find that the young man was calm. Not a single bit of fear or despair.
Except hope. They will find hope they have never seen before. That was Mantingan, a young man whose expectations were much higher than the heavens. That is Mantingan, whose calmness far surpasses that of the lake which no wind blows.
Kiai Guru Kedai's smile had convinced him. His teacher will not leave his student just like that in death.
And even if Mantingan must die later, then there is no regret in his life. Although Kembangmas is still not found, but he has expended all the efforts he has, then there are no more regrets.
If he must die soon, he will die in peace.
The mantan kept waiting for that day to come. Whether it is the day of healing, or the day of his death, Mantingan is still waiting. He saw Cana and Kina who tirelessly prayed for him; and the window curtain fluttering in the east wind; he heard the sound of hundreds of wind chimes, and the sign that his village had risen from the downturn.
***
MANTINGAN LOOKING AT the North River Angel. Blooming smile. For the first time after two weeks he lay, Mantingan said, “Thank you.”
The Angel of the North River cannot be described by the look on his face. So happy he saw Mantingan back can straighten the body and open the voice. Happiness far greater than the happiness of the young man himself.
“Kutahu from the beginning that Sister will heal me. On the first day I lay, I was happy, because I knew you had cured the poison in my body.” Mantingan said without reducing his smile in the least. “Thank you. I say thank you again. You have saved me.”
“I just replied to you, Mantingan. You have saved my life many times. To the point that I can't count it. What was I who only saved your life once?” The Angel of the North River said full of haru. “Suppose this as a thank you, not a reply, because I will never be able to reply you.”
“It need not be thought too far.” The mantle shook slowly. “Call Kana and Kina. Let them in. Truly, they will also rejoice over my recovery.”
The Angel of the North River moved from its place. Opening the door of the room and asking Kana and Kina to enter. Indeed both of them were asked to wait outside the room when Mantingan drank the antidote potion—anticipated something beyond desire.
Kana and Kina ran in while screaming. Then hugged Mantingan mercilessly and cried. Manten laughed loosely and stroked the heads of the two boys, as if to feel their joy.
“Kak Maman don't fight anymore, we all don't want Kaka Man to be in danger. We don't want.”
“True that, true. We have lost Mother Wira, we do not want to lose Kaka anyway.” Kana held back her sobs, she has been really manly lately.
“That bill, Brother.” The Northern River Angel smiled gently. “Too many battles are not good for health, and in the end only trouble yourself and others.”
The mantelan simply smiled without replying.
