The Musafir
Continue Your Journey to North Wind College
THE THREE NORTH Wind School WARRIORS answered in unison. “We will carry it out!”
They bid farewells before actually parting ways, carrying out their respective duties. While the two special Warriors dressed in jungle and armed with spears can only reveal an awkward smile because it seems ignored Mantingan.
Realizing this, Mantingan immediately said, “No if we break the rules by doing all this?”
“Although actually Hero Man has broken the rules, but we are sure that what Hero does must be the best verdict of the best, based on this we dare not get in the way. We also feel, this is not too important to be reported to the center.”
Mantingan understood that the bearded man was trying to hint that they would not report a violation that had been Mantingan. But Mantingan rejected such good intentions subtly.
“If this violation should be reported, report it. I am not an immune man. But this time, I had to disobey the laws that apply for something that I would have considered good.”
“While we report it, Hero, surely a wise Sri Maharaja can judge your kindness.”
The mantan nods his head slowly even though he does not expect it to happen.
“Then, Hero, I think there's no interest in us here. Let us withdraw. We will go into the forest to look for the remains of the Sea Beggar Society warriors. If there is a chance, maybe we can meet again, and we will be very honored at that time.”
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KANA AND Kina walked out through the thickets along with the North River Angel. They ran over to Mantingan with a worried look on their face. Passing through just a dozen pancakas burned out. The mantle smiled and greeted them.
“Kaka Man! Why are you fighting again? Your promise is you don't keep it!”
“Don't Big Brother have promised Kina not to fight no matter what? Brother Maman is not exactly promised!”
Their worried rails instantly turned into a look of anger. Kana stared at Mantingan sharply, as if wanting to pierce her head with that gaze. Even Kina raised her hand, pointing at Mantingan's face with a frenzied breath.
The mantans laughed loosely, their hands movingly rubbing their heads tightly. “What am I thinking about? I'd rather see you guys standing here without the slightest injury.”
The two shouted loudly before successfully breaking away from the Mantingan. They hid behind the North River. Really hot head.
“Kak Maman has made my head dizzy!”
“Reply to him, Kaka. Rub his head until bald!” Kana chimed in, saying like a hero, even though he realized he was hiding behind the North River Angel.
The Northern River Angel only chuckled lightly in response to that. But the boy still continued to object, as if he would not stop if the girl had not rubbed the head of the Mantingan until it was bald.
“Already, done ...” The mantan then pointed at the coachman who had been waiting for them beside his horse. “We should walk as fast as possible. Kina, of course you can't walk alone, myself or Sasmita's sister will carry you if you want. But you, Cana, use your two feet to walk. You will not carry any burden. Think of this as an exercise.”
Kina chose the Northern River Angel to carry her. With pleasure, the Northern River Angel helped Kina up to her back. As a talented swordsman, the Northern River Angel would not be burdened by the fact that Kina was clinging to her back. It felt like he was just carrying a piece of cotton.
Kana shone her wooden sword on her back before walking forward. It was as if it knew the location of the North Wind College.
They all move west. The trip really feels light and fun. Most of the weight is carried by horses. They walk like they are traveling together. Traveling for pleasure.
The arrival of the east wind has shifted the rain clouds, so that the streets are not muddy or filled with mud puddles. Although the air felt a little hotter, it was much better than having to face the mishap of the road.
Among them all, Mantingan enjoyed this trip the most. He felt a taste he almost forgot. A sense of adventure with slow speed, not flashing or with the help of a horse carriage. Mantingan has not felt it for a long time.
Seen by the road. Wildflowers are growing. Multicolored, diverse types. Spreading a pretty strong fragrant aroma. Bees and butterflies mill around, choosing the best quality flowers for food.
The sky is still clear of the mega-mega. Blue is like the sea Mantingan saw at Uncle Birawa's house. Although it reminded him of Rara's death, but he still smiled warmly. It was as warm as the morning sun that afternoon.
Even this trip felt much more meaningful. He saw the North River Angel, Cana, and Kina in front of him. Then Mantingan realized that he was not walking alone.
If in the past Mantingan walked alone, the stomach always felt hungry, the legs like to get out of place, the bundle felt very burdensome to be able to knock all over the shoulders, talking was only able to the wind passing by, he said, now all of that is not felt.
He walks with a full stomach, takes light steps, lifts bundles as easily as lifting a cotton swab, and can talk to anyone he wants.
Of course all this was not achieved in a short time. It takes time to be what it is now. He has passed through stages of life that are rarely passed by others. With his strong learning interest, Mantingan will continue to grow.
It didn't start with his meeting with Kenanga. Nope. It starts with pain and disappointment. Those two things are the biggest whip that can change a person's life. Including the life of the new Mantingan can change after he experiences pain and disappointment.
“Life is the best teacher for every human being,” said his teacher one time, “I tell you this so that later you do not blame life. Even if life seems hostile to you, you still have to make peace with it.”
Suppose that after meeting Kenanga in the past, Mantingan chose not to make peace with the life that had tormented him for a dozen years, it is very possible that he was transformed into a black warrior whose work spread misery. Because at that time, the resources given by Kenanga were actually more than enough to help him do evil.
Mantang exhaled a sigh of relief. He has managed to fix his own life. Now, Kenanga is left to fix.
After all, the kembangmas must be found!
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For those of you who read this episode shortly after it was updated, I thank you for your patience and loyalty in waiting.
