The Musafir
Jakawarman's Self
THE MORE THE GIRL'S forehead FLASHED. “Then, how can you consider him a friend if you do not know his name?”
Mantingan smiled before explaining, “I think in friendship, actually the name is not at all necessary. However, humans can still live and get along even though they have no name. Isn't name just a word that is spoken?”
The Northern River Angel nodded as she chewed her food. A moment later, he again said, “Then, who is the girl named Dara whom you mentioned in your letter?”
“Ah, she is just an old friend ..”
“Dust. Kakanda is clearly lying.” Kana suddenly cut so sharply. “Can it be called ‘only old friend’ is Kakanda with himself cuddle so mesraanya?”
“Kana, she hugged me.”
“And I'll let it.”
“Can't it be called a friendly hug?”
“Alright if it is considered a friendly hug. What about all the attention, things, even the money he gave to the Kakanda? Then what makes the beautiful woman cry when left by Kakanda?”
“Can't someone cry over the departure of his best friend when he just met for a moment?”
“Kakanda keeps making excuses. Let Kaka Sasmita judge for himself!”
Kana stared intently at the North River Angel who still looked pensive. While Mantingan swallowed his saliva and had lost his appetite. Cana could have ruined their last moments.
“It's not a big deal. Mantings are unlikely to be attracted to women as beautiful as anything. Even myself, who was praised as the most beautiful angel in the world until being proposed by more than a thousand men, was unable to attract the attention of Mantingan.”
The mantle chokes on its own spit. Kana kicked the table with her fist. Kina covered her mouth with her hands, in disbelief.
“Thousand men?” Mantingan asked while his cough still did not subside anyway. “And you reject everything?”
The Northern River Angel nodded with a proud smile expanding on her lips. “Even often I get attacks from men who hurt because I refused. That's how I admit that I am quite famous in Champa, even in Javadvipa. His immodesty lies with you, Brother.”
Getting the answer and the innuendo, back Mantingan smiled awkwardly.
***
MANTINGAN LEANED against the wooden wall while staring at the lake lying next to it.
Seagulls fly above the water surface, occasionally gliding down to taste the freshness of the lake water. It is unclear whether they want to clean the body or just drink water.
Lake water is orange. The sky is orange. Mega-mega orange. The fish in the water are orange. The orange trees. Table and tea cups in front of the orange-covered mantises. Even the passers-by were no doubt orange.
“Things night will come soon ...” The mantan muttered slowly. “Is it better for me to return to the residence?”
“Child Man, forgive this old man who came late!”
The mantle turned towards the voice. He saw old man Rama who had just entered the shop on the edge of the lake. The elderly man sat cross-legged face to face with Mantingan.
In the shop there were no benches at all. The table available is just a short table. The one who came had to sit on a reed mat.
“Nothing, Chairman Rama, you must surely settle the affairs of many.” Warm smiling coat.
“Since I've sat here, only three cups of tea have I spent. Not too long.”
“Three cups of tea? Aih, it seems like I really came late.”
A store manager came to bring a tray that clad a tea jug and a cup of porcelain that was turned back to face down.
Obviously, the jugs and cups served to Rama were different from the others. Mantingan thought that the objects were reserved only for one Rama. So when Rama came, the store manager did not need to bother to serve what kind of tea.
“You want another cup, Son Man?”
The mantle shook and refused subtly. “Three cups were already considered excessive, Chairman. Forgive me for not being able to receive the fourth cup.”
“Not why.” Rama smiled warmly before sipping his tea very solemnly. Back he said, “can I ask you to tell me about what happened during your trip to college? I received a report that your group experienced many obstacles.”
The mantis exhales a long breath before telling the story that really needs to be told.
During the Mantingan story, Rama several times changed the look of his face. But on average, there is no look of his face unsightly. As well as the Mantingan story, there are almost no fun events.
Rama nodded his head several times after Mantingan closed his story. For a moment, the elderly man took a deep breath.
“Child Man, since when do you know Jakawarman?”
“Not too long, Chairman. Daku only knew him when Jakawarman as a horse coachman drove us to college.”
“And at that time, you knew that Jakawarman was from the White Wind Village in the Wind Bell Village, right?”
The mantan nodded his head slowly.
Rama took a deep breath before giving a very surprising statement.
“Be aware, Mantingan, that no one in the padepokan knows Jakawarman.”
Breath Restrained mantle. His heartbeat seemed to stop even though the goods for a moment. Is that really what he heard? What did Rama say?
“Jakawarman came to the store just the day before your departure. He took out a badge indicating that he was a White Mask Warrior from the central college. He said that he was assigned to escort you and the Northern River Angel.
“After inspection, the badge is genuine. Checked once again, it still seems authenticity. So with all his confidence, the horseman who was supposed to drive you was replaced with him.
“After I heard the news of the death of a student from the central college named Jakawarman, then in accordance with the existing rules, the student who had died was given a badge of honor.
“Will but while recording is being done to find out the origin and family members, we did not find Jakawarman name as a student of Perguruan Angin Putih.”
When he got there, Rama stopped talking. The mantel is still pensive. So that the atmosphere became silent, because only the two of them became customers in the store and are now silent like statues!
“We have seen all the records that contain the information of all students and members of the White Wind College and the stitches below. But neither did we find Jakawarman.”
