The Musafir

Arkawidya Asks for Help

The one who opened the door for Mantingan and Arkawidya was Rara, who had been waiting behind the door. The back door was tightly closed, even Rara put some large objects such as tables and cabinets as a door holder. Soon the Mantingan released the embrace of Arkawidya.

The three gathered in the middle room. To be exact, they were cross-legged under the bed. Facing each other.

“Sahaya is here to ask for at least a helping hand from Mr and Mrs, perahaya sees that Mr and Mrs are nice people who somehow got lost up here. Sahaya was so begging that you could take me out of this damned place, before I became just as damned.” Arkawidya said with glistening eyes, for some reason the water on the face of a flower that had originally been attached to it was now gone unnoticed.

Rara can also feel the sadness of Arkawidya, women will be more sensitive to feelings, especially the feelings of fellow women. Then his eyes fell. Slowly embracing Arkawidya, giving him a fervor with a pat on the shoulder.

The mantan tries to be unilateral, but from where can he get that wisdom while he alone is not very wise?

At first he did not expect that Arkawidya would ask for help. Perhaps the Mantin could give him a piece of gold, but not if Arkawidya followed his journey.

Can he save the lives of others, act like a hero, but to improve his own life can not? Wasn't Mantingan who was a very poor wanderer who could not buy food? Then got the blessing and his life changed just because of help from Kenanga? What if he had not met Kenanga before, could he have been asked for help as if he were a wise man?

Nope. Mantingan feels himself not wise at all, which is the truth. Mantingan felt he had lived as a failed man.

In front of him were two women. One woman named Rara who obviously hangs her life on her. And one more woman named Arkawidya who wants his life saved. Of course Rara could not help Arkawidya too much, only she was here who could save Arkawidya from this flowerbed.

“Can you tell me your life history?” the word mantingan in the end.

Rara embraced and nodded slowly to Arkawidya, supporting him to tell a story so that this problem could be quickly resolved. Then Arkawidya began to tell a long story.

Arkawidya is not his real name, his real name is just Widya. The word “arka” is a word that has the meaning “dihargai”. Widya wants to be appreciated, as a holy woman, but how can she be rewarded while her chastity has been usurped?

Widya is a child born to merchant parents in a small village near Bumi Sagandu. Their lives are quite simple, although people know that the Widya family always earns a lot. If there is an excess of trade benefits, then the money is usually distributed to all villagers who are not wealthy or to help irrigate the rice fields in the village. Therefore the Widya family is a family that is very dear to all villagers without exception.

But the news of the Widya family's wealth and savings seems to have reached the ears of the robbing group. Indeed, at that time there were many groups of black flow that seemed to create chaos in Tarumanagara simultaneously and suddenly.

Not a few villages were directly affected by the robbers. They looted houses, kidnapped girls, and even killed those who showed resistance. And Widya was one of the victims of the simultaneous movement of the robbers.

Widya's parents were killed at the hands of the robbers. Her mother had told her before she took her last breath, that Widya should stay alive no matter what.

“They took my chastity and sold me as a slave on the black market, the peril was bought by the owner of this inn and the sarah was hired as a prostitute. Sahaya did not know..why did not perish when I thrust a knife into my stomach, Sahaya was completely fed up with self-harm, but the peril did not die. Immediately recalling my mother's message, that sahaya haru remains alive .....” must remain alive.

Arkawidyadya's long story was accompanied by sobs. Whether it was a sob from Arkawidya or from Rara, but clearly the two women were sniffling. Though Mantingan did not feel the slightest sadness, his life story is not much different from the life story of Arkawidya. After all he still has a task, for Kenanga, for Kembangmas. Not a wise decision by adding one more friend on the way, namely Arkawidya.

The money Mantingan has now is not much, and he does not want Rara or Arkawidya to fall poor with him. Moreover, the presence of Arkawidya seemed to make poverty come faster to him.

“Alright! I'll be blatant to both of you!”

The mantan removed the coffers at his waist and dropped all the gold pieces that were originally inside.

“You see for yourself, I don't have much money! I can't sacrifice any of you, I want to help you all, but look at this money. If you were me, what would you take? Tell me!”

Mantingan adjusts his airway to calm down. The truth that the Mantin had spewed out just now certainly shocked the two women in front of him. Now Rara and Arkawidya both looked at the fourteen pieces of gold and a few pieces of silver on the floor.

“Mantingan, why have you never said this to me before?” Rara said weakly.

“I'm sorry, but I just want to make you happy. I'm afraid if you find out this then ..”

“What then, Mantingan?”

The mantel took a deep breath. Now he is the one who has even asked questions. “Your father saved my life, I need to repay that kindness through you.”

“But, Mantingan, you need to realize that you saved me. If I'm here, then it's thanks to you.” Rara shook her head slowly, it was not the time for her to talk about this, so she changed the direction of the conversation. “But with this much money, if we save money, I'm sure I can support the three of us one-two months. However, this depends on you Mantingan, do youyou take me and Widya come with us?”

The mantle breathed a long breath. “I am willing, and from now on you will manage the finances of the three of us, Rara. These gold pieces are not mine anymore.”

Rara smiled. “I again misjudged you, Mantingan, you are a human being who has a heart better than the best. While my judgment does not suspect at all that you have a heart as white as this.”

The mantan just smiled blandly.