The Musafir

Golek Sanca's

MANTINGAN sent whispers of wind towards the ears of the Red Sanca Swordsman. “I know why you lured me to come to this place, Red Sanca. This is because you cannot fight outside the room, right?”

The Red Sanca warrior still did not answer. The closer the Mantingan steps, the faster it sucks up the smoke of its shell.

“I also know why you are called the Red Swordsman of Sanca. Your ability to move as a snake is actually not obtained from the science of lightening a high body, but rather from the smoke of your shell that melenakan someone's hearing ability.” The mantle passed the golek-golek without any hindrance at all. “Red Sanca Swordsman, very concentrated poison contained in the smoke of your shell. But I can be happy because this poison will not work on me anymore. You can't hide your secret in front of me.”

The woman tightened herself when Mantingan had arrived right in front of her. The mantel holds a big smile.

“And I also know that the smoke from your shell controls the Soul Cave. That's why this wind makes your toys helpless. Now you can't dodge anymore, Sanca Merah.”

The woman smiled bitterly. “Indeed the peril cannot be evaded from a swordsman who is able to read omens such as Mr, but Mr also cannot dodge this one.”

At first the mantan only scrunched his forehead. But when he heard the wind behind him, Mantingan bought eyes. He tried to twist himself, stomp his feet, swing a sword, or whatever it was that could save him from a surprise attack. However, Mantingan was really late.

The mantan shouted out loudly before something wrapped around him terribly. His whole body could not move. Not even his mouth can say anything. His breathing had completely stopped, but he was certainly still not dead.

The mantle looked all over his body. He found a long-sized object that had coiled around his body. That's how Mantingan knows that he has wrapped around the Soul Golek in the form of a long snake again large.

The wind storm stopped. Rumbling disappeared. The night was quiet again without the sound of crickets.

The Red Sanca Swordsman laughed heartily at Mantingan helplessly. Circumstances turn around in an instant. Something that even a Mantingan did not expect.

“But you don't know why Sahaya is called a python. Though there are still many other types of snakes that can move more quietly than pythons.” The Red Sanca warrior was still unable to completely ease his laughter. “The makeup of the Soul that has wrapped around the Master is the reason why the sahaya is called a python ...”

The circle of Golek Soul in the shape of a python is increasing. The head of the snake was directly above it, with its jaws open, showing just how many and sharp its fangs were. In a truly innumerable circumference, the Mantinan could not move an inch. His skin was pale. His eyes slowly blurred.

“And you also don't know why sarah is called red sanca, do you? You will see it in a moment, after your body is destroyed, spitting a sea of blood into my golek body.” The woman laughed out loud. “Master, you have made a foolish decision. Danger will still kill the North River Angel even if Tuan has been killed. Oh, and Sahaya will be messing around for a while with two boys there.”

Although powerless, Mantingan could still hear those words. How deeply he thought he was angry. Angry at the Red Swordsman Sanca, also at himself. Suppose he did not let his guard down and did not boast when he felt he had the upper hand, maybe this kind of event would never happen. Mantingan really regretted it. If he died soon, then it was very likely that he would die under great regret.

His eyes darkened until he could see nothing but the darkness itself. His body slowly went numb. It's like being in a vacuum. Nothing he felt at all. Perhaps in a few more eye-shocks, the young man would die.

Arkawidya will not come back and give him a life-saving ring. The North River Angel may have slept in the tent with Cana and Kina, not to save. And where was Rara when Mantingan needed her now?

Can she hope someone comes to save her? Kiai Guru Kedai for example, although in fact the person has left Javadvipa. Can Satrya alone come with her brightly glowing palm? Or Chairman Rama with a dozen White Mask Troops?

All of those expectations have only a small chance of being fulfilled. The probability of his death is very high.

Is the story here over? While the script of the book is still not completed? What about his dream of becoming a famous traveler throughout Dwipantara?

Mantingan remembered his childhood. As he stood in the middle of a field of grass with a friend. At that time the wind blew strong enough to shake the mega-mega of the blue sky. That's when the arm of the mantingan was raised high. His gaze did not hesitate to stare at the hot sun in the middle horizon.

“One day when my feet can go far, I will go to the ends of the world. I will see the end of the sky and the place where the clouds were created. Would you like to come with me?”

“No, that's impossible. Don't dream in broad daylight like this. Look at my father, he used to want to be a wanderer. But in fact, he only ever went as far as the village next door.”

Then he replied, “I'm not your father.”

His friend took a long breath. “Then, if you've seen all that later, what will you do?”

“I will save this village from the poverty of science!” The mantan said cheerfully.

“Yes, it's up to you. I only ask you to write your travel story later, because my dream if I grow up is to be able to read the script.”

That said, Mantingan has followed the indirect advice of his friend to write the story of his journey. But what good would it do if he died before the story was finished?

The mantle will not stop. Will not give up. Although no one supports him anymore, or there is only support through praise alone, so he falls poor later, Mantingan will continue the journey until he finds a beautiful ending to close the story.

His body energy is no longer reliable. But it still has a lot of inner energy. But it will remain free if the inner energy is circulated throughout the body, it will not produce any results, because the body cannot be moved.

His profound energy was circulated to the seven chakra points within his body. The mantle will open up the entire chakra right now, no matter how pressing it is!