The Musafir

Executing Plan

What Rara said really came from the bottom of her mind, where he still had never seen a man as good as Mantingan who was willing to sacrifice so many things just for a person he was not too familiar with.

But that speech does not necessarily make Mantingan big head, although he still appreciates it up high.

Manten said, “Okay, Arkawidya, do you have any plans to get out of here alive? You have shown us a severed head, and we all know that no one here wants to experience anything similar.”

Arkawidya nodded before starting to explain at length.

Arkawidya explained the rules for the ray flowers working in this inn. First, they are not allowed to go outside unattended, or rather unattended. Second, they are not allowed to talk to people outside the inn without an interest in their work. Fourth, are rules that contain a variety of punishments, such as cutting the legs if you dare to run away or chopping the head if you fight.

Rara gulped her saliva as Arkawidya said that the rule also applies to lodging guests who have hired the services of flowers. It can even be worse. Isn't Mantingan legally hiring Arkawidya as a flower?

And the plan that Arkawidya has as follows. Mantingan will go out with Rara, with no her. Then they both had to go to an old man's residence called Birawa in Sundapura. Rumored that Widya was in the Land Inn as a flower, needing help as soon as possible.

“Almost everyone in Sundapura knows him. So you can find it easily. After meeting him, just tell him that I am in danger in Kanoman City Land Inn. It is certain that he will follow you and save me from this place, I will be very grateful and give you the right reply.”

Mantang folding forehead. That easy?

“Who exactly is that old man named Birawa?” tanyakanya.

“He will explain that to you, not me.” Arkawidya smiled faintly in dimness.

Mantingan thought for a moment. The distance between Sundapura and Kanoman is not as short as the little finger, it will take weeks or even months to get to the place on foot.

But if riding a horse, time can be much trimmed.

Mantingan can buy a fast horse on the town farm.

Money matters are not what, the most important thing is Arkawidya only ask for help that is all. No more and no less. But Mantingan is not sure that this plan will run very smoothly as what was thought, so ask him about the dependents that might befall.

“Actually, there are quite large dependents. Indeed the old man named Birawa was able and will save me, but if he fails .. then you will be affected as well.” Arkawidya let out a long breath. “But you can forget the distress request, this is too dangerous for you.”

Rara shook her head. Staring at Mantingan. Hoping for the young man to remain willing to help Arkawidya. Mantingan nodded at Rara, there was no way he would leave Arkawidya after coming this far.

“I'll do it soon.” The mantan smiled steadily, exuding his manhood that was beginning to be seen from within him.

“Thank you. Thank ye. Sahaya will never forget your services!” Arkawidya was about to prostrate, but Rara managed to hold him back. Her tears have broken. That look, a hopeful look. A look that is no longer desperate.

“No need like this, Widya. Mantingan is a man who will instantly big head if you kowtow to him.” Of course Rara joked, and it managed to make the atmosphere soften again.

Arkawidya looked in admiration at the two before saying, “Sahaya will leave your room and will not bother you for tonight. If you two are looking for me, then just ask the inn worker.”

“But, what if you're asked why you got out of the room so fast?” Asks Rara; Arkawidya smiles all wrong.

“Forced I will say what must but should not be said.”

***

Mantingan managed to get out of the city walls quickly and easily on a very quiet street like this. The news of the simultaneous movement of the blacks has made the townspeople do not dare to leave the house when the sun has not risen perfectly. But different from Mantingan with his horse that is the same color as the ground. It splits cold air.

While driving, Mantingan remembered the events of last night that were able to make himself laugh again between the sound of the wind and the tread of the horse.

Last night, after Arkawidya said goodbye and came out of his rented room, suddenly Rara's face became anxious. Of course it was caused by because he only stayed alone with the Mantingan in the room.

Mantingan clearly saw the anxiety on Rara's face, he laughed softly. “I'll sleep under, Rara, no need to worry.”

“No, no need.” Rara hurriedly shook her head. “I believe in you, we can sleep together.”

The mantle shrugged his shoulders. It was okay, and he was sure he would do nothing.

So they slept on one bed. Rara broke out in cold sweat throughout the night, many times she glanced back to make sure Mantingan did not move closer, hugged her, peppered her, or anything like that. But what he saw was a Mantingan who was soundly asleep. Until many more times he glanced at Mantingan, until finally he put his trust in the young man. Also asleep.

But what happened in the morning was beyond anyone's expectations. Rara woke up in a state of hugging the Mantingan, and the Mantingan had already opened its eyes looking at her. Then shout at him as loud as possible. Luckily this room was designed in such a way as to harbor the sound of screaming from within, then no one could hear it from outside. The mantle kicked him hard until strayed from the bed.

No words of apology, Rara even beat him up while snapping. Mantingan did not feel excessive pain, Rara's energy did not quite penetrate his thick and hard muscles.

From then on Rara did not dare to show her face in front of Mantingan. So shy. While the Mantingan just laughed without thinking it too heavy, even now on his horse he still had time to laugh considering the incident.

Rara was so wary of him, but like Rara who actually needed to watch out for him.

Forgetting about it, Mantingan reined in his horse which slowed down a bit. He must arrive at Sundapura soon. Goods as quickly as possible. No word relaxed.

Horses continued to roar until the sun began to show its shape in the east hill gap there.

Mantingan never expected to ride his own rental horse like this, not even in his dreams. Traveling by horse is much faster than walking. But of course this is not beneficial if the purpose of Mantingan is to find Kembangmas, because the bush only looks like a blurry shadow with this speed, because the bush only looks like a blurred shadow at this speed, how could he find the kembangmas that supposedly said was hidden among the thickets?

***

The sun has risen, right in the middle horizon. The speed of the horse began to decrease. Not good to be restrained or forced again. Mantingan once worked caring for horses in his village, he knew that this horse was very tired. Mantingan did not intend to force it again.

There was a small diner far ahead. Looks like nothing. It is a stopover shop for tourists. Although Mantingan is not a tourist who goes for fun, Mantingan still directs the horse towards the small shop.

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