The Musafir

The Book of Dew Drops

MANTINGAN CORRECTs the position of the caping on its head while the sun perches right on the central horizon. The fun is not playing. Burning the skin of the soldiers of Taruma Buffalo Warriors who were bare-chested.

Luckily Mantingan wore a Kenanga-giving robe that he could always rely on in a variety of weather conditions. In the midst of the drought, he actually felt his body surrounded by mountain waterfalls whose freshness was beyond doubt. So fresh.

Mantingan issued a book of penjilatan which he had not read. He still has not decided to continue reading the Lotus, because it takes the peace of body and soul to be able to understand the contents contained in the book; not just read it without understanding anything.

At this time, despite the freshness enveloped his body, but his mind was still not covered with full freshness. The sun was shining too brightly without the mega-mega being blocked. The sky glorifies the eyes. His face was burning. In such circumstances, it is very difficult to achieve inner calm.

***

MANTINGAN COMPLETED the book he read after noon had changed to evening. His smile broadened. He felt like he had just gotten a splash of science right out of the sky. It is as if the sky is pouring rain, but it is not rain of water, but rain of knowledge. And how happy it was to know that the book he had read contained the most important and necessary silat technique for Mantingan.

The book that has the name “The Dewun” Test contains a blend to use sharp hearing science that has a similar name; the Science of Hearing Dew Drops.

In the Book of Dew Drops, listed the name Kiai Kedai as the author of the book. This means, it is likely that the Science of Hearing Dew Drops comes from Kiai Guru Kedai.

From the scratch of the script and its shape, Mantingan knows that this book is not the same as other books that are also given Kiai Guru Kedai which is generally more than ten years old. This book looked young, at least six full-grown.

Mantingan guessed that before leaving the Wind Bell Village, his teacher secretly slipped the Dew Drop Book between his books to get carried away to this place.

Mantingan wore a big smile, thanking his teacher secretly as well.

He kept the book well in his bundle before fixing his seat. After closing his eyes, Mantingan circulated his inner energy towards his eardrum. He will practice the Science of Hearing Dew Drops.

A moment later, Mantingan opened his eyes wide with a gaze full of astonishment. His hands and lips were shaking. His heart seemed to be trying to jump from its place.

“How can .... be this sharp, in one try?” The muttered mantan did not believe in himself.

The greatness of Science Hearing Dew Drops is so terrible. The mantle can hear almost everything within a distance of at least fifteen spears from where it is now.

Discussions between soldiers, the queen's orders to her lady-in-waiting, the great-grandson of the chicks when the mother came home, the droplets of dew on the ground, even to the point that the fleas suck blood on the ape's skin can be heard so clearly.

This move does not allow the Mantingan to hear all of it at the same time. The mantle can control what it wants to hear and what it doesn't want to hear.

Wasn't it with such great ability, such a Mantingan had a third eye that could see anything within fifteen spears?

The mantan tried to create sound waves by tapping on a piece of wood with his sword sheath. He could feel that the sound waves were circulating before finally bouncing back to his ear when it hit the surface area. By listening to the reflection of the voice, Mantingan seemed to get a real vision!

Gaining this kind of ability, Mantingan was truly unable to withstand the overflow of his excitement. Suddenly his laughter broke. Like a possessed lunatic, he laughs after.

Jakawarman and almost all the soldiers who were there looked at him with astonished gazes. They wondered so curiously in his mind, could a Mantingan also go crazy at times from facing too many bloody battles?

Although it was curious, none of them dared to ask .. except Jakawarman who was indeed however familiar with Mantingan.

“Hero Man .. ah, I mean Brother Man, why are you laughing so hard? Is there something that bothers you?”

Jakawarman clearly asked earnestly because he was worried, so Mantingan answered him solemnly as well.

“Jakawarman my friend, I can hear worms in your stomach wriggling for food!”

***

Mantingan saw that this building was demolished, not collapsed by itself. If it collapses itself, then the pillars of the building will not be full of traces of pieces.

Most likely, the building was once a small shop. Because the construction of a store is not without calculations in choosing a place. A tavern is usually built within a half-day drive of a pre-existing tavern.

Many guesses as to why the shop could be destroyed, but the biggest conjecture leads to robbery. And if the allegations are true, then this area is prone to the existence of thieves.

Gandhi ordered his entourage to continue the journey because he did not find a tavern to spend the night, nor did he intend to camp. The exhausted soldiers would sleep on the rooftops of horse carriages alternately.

Some of the soldiers secretly held a raffle to earn a place on the roof of the Mantingan horse carriage. That way, it is possible that they can hear one or two voices of the North River Angel. That would be the best lullaby sound!

The mantan laughed softly after hearing the conversation between the soldiers that was carried out so hiddenly. As for himself, there was absolutely no intention of sleeping for the night.

***

UNDER the Illumination of the Light Magic Throw, the Mantin played a teaser on the ejection sheet. The young man continued to write his travel book.

It has been a long time since he last wrote. Holding such a shoplifter, it was like meeting an old friend.

Meanwhile, the group continued to walk. The road is not too dark to go through, because the Magic Throw of Light made by Mantingan has replaced the role of a torch whose light is only dim. Several tens of soldiers were still walking on the outskirts of the road; a dozen others were sleeping on the rooftops of horse carriages.

The soldier who managed to win the lottery to get the roof of the North River Angel horse carriage had to swallow his disappointment. They did not hear the Angel of the North River or any sound from the chariot room. Even as they desperately tried to stick their ears to the surface of the roof, they only heard the sound of the roar of their own breath.

None of them really realized that it was all because of Mantingan. The young man placed an Undercover Magic Throw in the room that would block any sound from the inside out.

That is why, they are not able to hear sounds in the booth of the horse-drawn carriage unless they have a qualified hearing knowledge.

Jakawarman sat beside Mantingan. Falling asleep after a long day of walking without flashing. But Mantingan had just seen Jakawarman open his eyelids. The young man then looked around with a very sharp look.

Mantingan put on vigilance after seeing Jakawarman's gaze. “What's up, Jaka?”

Jakawarman paused for a moment before saying half whisper, “Brother Man, presumably I got a call of nature.”

“Natural calls?” Forehead Crimping mantle. “I didn't hear nature call your name, Jaka.”

“Ah, Brother Man, that's not what I mean.” Jakawarman again said half a whisper, “had, I should urinate for a while.”

___

note:

Haha. I do not seem to be lacking coffee, but less intake of rice padau kebakap plus vegetable boiled cassava leaves are eaten with green sambal.

Thanks for reminding me, you guys are the best!