The Musafir
The Sea Beggar Association Refugee Line
THE COAT BEGAN to flash quickly, inserting the entire inn into the back booth of the horse carriage. It didn't take long for the Mantingan to finish everything.
Cana and Kina were called to come out, just as they said farewell to the house that had long shaded and protected them.
The North River Angel, Cana, and Kina entered first, followed by Mantingan as the last to enter after locking the gate.
The carriage was pulled by two white horses. Two warriors sat in the back room with luggage. While a horse coachman is certainly in front.
The train wheels started rolling. The mantle rests its back to the back. Relaxed.
“The journey is quite long, relax," he said.
The Northern River Angel before him shook his head quickly. “Brother, can I relax if I remember sailing to Champa soon, leaving yourself in Javadvipa alone as a traveling bachelor?”
Laughing mantles. “If it is too thought out, then it will only add unnecessary load.”
Mantingan then looked at the North River Angel. From his gaze, the girl realized something. He looked towards Kana and Kina. They put on a tense face. The girl immediately understood.
“But in retrospect, your words have a point too, Brother.” The Northern River Angel rests its back. “Contact, Kana, Kina. Enjoy the view outside. Feel the fresh air brought by the wind into here.”
Initially, Cana and Kina followed the advice of the Northern River Angel. They try to relax and enjoy the ride. But it didn't last long enough. Because after all, a long journey will still feel boring.
A day can only sit without being able to go anywhere, even moving in a limited scope, making them very bored. Not only Cana and Kinas, but also the Angel of the North River. While Mantingan, choose to continue to enjoy the trip by looking at the wild outside the window.
His attitude can be said to be very natural. Mantingan was a young adventurer. He has not traveled for a long time. Traveling far like this really makes him happy, even though his feet itch to move.
But after thinking that the Angel of the North River, Cana, and Kina will soon leave Javadvipa, which is the same as leaving him, then there is something stuck in the depths of his mind.
Mantingan looked at the three alternately without them noticing at all. Really, he felt it inappropriate to throw them out of Javadvipa.
Who said that the Mantingan will not run, moping, and feel the pain of their abandon?
The young man did present himself as if he would be fine. But Mantingan could not lie to himself. In fact, he didn't want them to leave. His mind wants them to always be on the side.
But whatever the power, Javadvipa is not friendly to receive guests. The Angel of the North River must keep returning to Champa, Cana and Kina must join him. No matter what happens to Mantingan. The young man felt he had to sacrifice his own feelings for the common good.
Even late at night, the wheels of the train continued to roll. The two gallant young horses were constantly moving their legs as if they had never felt tired. Mantingan and the North River Angel became the only humans still awake in the main room of the car. Kana and Kina had long been asleep, lulled in shock after shock that made anyone sleepy.
***
BIDAFARI RIVERS North asked Mantingan while looking at the dark forest outside the window, “Why don't we stop for a break? Isn't the day already night?”
“It will be dangerous stop too long at night. Right now, rogues are loitering everywhere.”
“But the horse remains to be rested.”
Mantingan did not answer even though the look in his eyes showed agreement. He also understood what the Angel of the North River described. Weary horses can become easy prey for the rogues. But stopping at night is more dangerous than the problem of a tired horse.
Mantingan then opened a kind of small window right behind his head to converse with the horse-driver.
The roar of the cold night wind hit Mantingan's face. It is fitting that the coachman wears clothes that are very thick from animal skin.
“Goodnight Brother, I should ask, how strong are these two horses?” The mantan said half-screaming to defeat the sound of the wind.
“Good night, Brother. These two horses are the flagship horses, Brother.” The coachman looked at the two white horses in front of him who kept on going. “This horse is imported directly from college, the quality is not in doubt. But even so, we still have to rest the horse tomorrow morning.” After a short pause, the coachman again said, “kukenali this path as a fairly vulnerable path, it will be dangerous if we have to rest here, Brother.”
“Yes. It's better to be.” The mantel smiled even though it was not seen. “Lead this car as well as you can, Brother.”
“Brothers are the highest leadership shoots on this train.” The driver looked and said seriously.
“Not so. As a coachman, the most experienced brother here. I have no right to hold the helm.”
The young driver laughed for a moment. “To have compliments from Brother is a great honor for me. But it remains too much. My only skill is in controlling horses. Among my friends, I am the least talented in the field of martial arts. But thankfully, I was still able to devote myself to the college by being the most reliable horse coachman. So, I'm happy. Despite not having fighting prowess, I can still be the greatest above all coachmen.”
Smiling coat. Not that the man was bragging. But he was proud of himself. Sometimes, pride is necessary to gain confidence. The driver's words were true.
How the teacher once said that, “If you cannot occupy the ranks of the strongest warriors in Kotaraja, then be the strongest swordsman in a small town. If you cannot become the strongest warrior in a small town, then become the strongest swordsman in a big village. If you still cannot be the strongest warrior in the great village, then be in the small village, and if you cannot do that, then be the strongest warrior in your house.”
The same thing happened to the horseman. If he could not compete with his friends to become a swordsman, then at least he could become the greatest horse coachman among other horsemen. To achieve this, one must believe in his own abilities and strengths. That's what we call confidence.
The mantingan again closed the window and then spoke to the North River Angel. “Did Sister hear that statement?”
The North River Angel nodded. “Kend thus, we must remain vigilant.”
The mantle agreed. “Soudari sleep. Let me keep watch.”
***
THE SUN IS RISING. It was as if it had emerged from behind a hill valley. Spreading his finger light. Either wake or wake the rooster.
In a field overgrown with short shrubs, Mantingan and his entourage stopped. The horse is removed from the carriage, allowed to graze and drink water.
The North River's Angel, Cana, and Kina were still sound in the carriage. While Mantingan did not sleep at all from night, just in case. Tam could have awakened the North River Angel to replace him.
***
MANTINGAN SET his foot on the grassy ground. Straighten his spine stuff for a moment before looking around him.
A large group of birds flew not far above his head. Foraging. Forest chicken cigarette sounds unpretentious, combined with the chirping of finches. The east wind rippled, carrying dry air that shook the grass. The sky is clear of mega-mega.
“What a beautiful morning.” The mantis muttered to himself. “But if in the end, they will still go, this morning will not feel too beautiful.”
Mantingan walked to the middle of the field to see a wider view. Then he smiled. A beautiful morning in Champa. The North River will be happy. Therefore, he should not be sad. In fact, it should be happy. As long as the Angel of the North River is happy, then he will calmly live his life. But if otherwise, then the next Meningan life will never be quiet.
Mantingan recalled how one would feel calm after donating a little money to a street beggar, or to a wanderer in need of help, a disaster victim, and so on. They have given up greed for good.
Mantingan also remembered how the soldiers died peacefully after donating blood to defend his kingdom, or to save the oppressed weak. They have given up self-greed for good. So surely, tranquility will cover the people until death.
So is Mantingan. He will let the Angel of the North River leave him. Let the girl not get killed. His chastity in Javadvipa.
The mantel felt someone standing right next to him. As he turned his head, he found the Northern River Angel looking at the vastness of the sky. A moment later, the girl turned her head to Mantingan, as if smiling at him.
“Where are Kana and Kina?” The mantel asked subtly.
“They are still sleeping.”
“Should I wake them?”
“Let them wake up on their own, maybe they need a little more sleep time than we do.”
The mantan then nodded after recalling his sleep time. “We have to have breakfast if we do not want to eat energy in a not delicious.”
“The heroes are preparing it. Maybe just a simple breakfast, but I'm sure you can still enjoy it.”
“In a forest like this, a piece of fresh pastry will feel very delicious.”
Mantingan and the Northern River Angel smiled at each other before walking back towards the horse carriage. Forehead The mantle suddenly wrinkled. Not far ahead, three warriors from his entourage appeared to be talking to two people dressed in jungle and armed with spears. From the gurgles and gestures of the two people, it was seen that they came well. Soon the Mantingan approached them.
“This is the person we've been with, Brother.” Seeing the arrival of Mantingan, the horse coachman quickly introduced him to two people dressed in jungle.
Mantingan menjura like the greetings of warriors. The two people in front of him replied with a jut.
“Dear brothers, forgive if our arrival interrupts.” The long-bearded person who said while smiling at him. “We want to convey something quite important.”
“Say, Brother. Verily your presence does not bother us at all.”
Without further ado, the bearded man immediately said, “We are special warriors from Tarumanagara to watch the paths of the crossings. We will warn the visitors if there is anything dangerous. Then I must tell you, that this path has become the escape route of the Sea Beggars Association.”
Mantingan's facial sharpness turned bad.
“Not all warriors of the society perish at the hands of Hero Man, Brother. Others choose to escape before being crushed, and on this path become their escape. A few weeks ago, we got a report from the locals that a beggar troupe was seen crossing this street. We thought they had returned to their headquarters on the north coast, but our guesses seemed to have missed. Because since four days ago, we always found signs of assault and robbery on this line.”
“Brothers, is the Sea Beggar's Society responsible for the full four days of this attack?”
The bearded man nodded. Then the friend beside him took out something from inside his coffers before handing it to Mantingan.
“It was a throwback that they left behind every time they successfully launched an attack.” The man said bitterly. “Counted five ejections they left behind. The content contained is the same. They're broadcasting revenge.”
The mantan then read the contents of the palm in his hand.
Shortly
we're coming up
to take the honor that has been forcibly taken
thousands of our brothers have been waiting
the beggar hina dina
who control the north sea
dead is not dead
we'll keep coming
Finished reading, Mantingan glanced at the two jungle-clothed people in front of him. Truly, he did not find the omen of lies in the eyes of the two. Obviously they are not lying. The two soldiers were just doing their duty.
“What are they waiting for, why don't they attack at this time anyway?” Mantingan asked furiously even though he had known the answer for sure.
“Forwardly, they are gathering resources to attack the Wind Bell Village.” The bearded man said. “We have sent a confidant to bring this news to Taruma.”
The mantle frowned. “Did Wind Bell Village have heard this news from Brother?”
The long-bearded man shook his head slowly. “We have to wait for the decision of the central government to do just that.”
“Brother, I suggest no need to wait anymore. The Wind Bell Village was in the shadow of a catastrophe without any villagers knowing. News like this should be delivered as soon as possible.”
“Can't, Brother,” he said with a hardened face. “We can't break the rules.”
The warmth on Mantingan's face began to fade. “If you do not want to report this to the Wind Bell Village, then let us just report it.”
“Courtesy actions against the rules!”
“Do you think this rule is beneficial?”
“ Understand, Brother, if you do that beyond your authority, then the existence of the two of us in this forest can be known by enemy forces. Can't that be called a favorable rule?”
“Twenty youths, Brother!” The sound of the Mantingan was completely hardened. "Twenty young men sacrificed themselves into the moons of thousands of enemy slums as they tried to defend the Wind Bell Village! They were not warriors, nor were they trained warriors like Brothers, but presumably their souls were braver than Brothers!”
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