The Musafir

Beautiful Words Mantingan

RAMA THEN explained that the Taruma Sea is not safe at this time. The new fleet could bring the North River Angel to Champa after the Taruma sea was clean, hence the ambush was absolutely needed.

Tarumanagara will not involve the ship that the North River Angel carrying into the battlefield. Bidadari Sungai Utara ship will throw anchors in the middle of the sea until the attack is declared over and the sea is declared clean as well. At that time, they could continue their journey.

“We will pass through the Malaya Silk Road,” said Rama later, “which although very far from the tip of Kulon— which is a nest of sea rogues, and, it would still be dangerous if the sea rogues were not immediately exterminated. Their ships can move very very very fast.”

Mantingan nodded slowly while stroking his chin. For a moment, he thought. Then, as a result of his thinking, it was discovered that he had no other choice.

“As long as it doesn't get the North River Angel, Kana and Kina killed, I'm fine. Precisely, isn't that good?”

“True, Son Man.” Rama smiled faintly. Still left anxiety on his face. “But I must say that the Angel of the North River will remain in danger of his life. Because after all, he was around the battlefield.”

The mantang nodded his head. “The Chairman's remarks are very precise. There was no security while he was in the battle arena. Therefore, Chairman, allow me to follow the voyage at least until the sea is declared safe from thieves. I want to raise a sword, fight with other warriors.”

“Taruma does not impose obligations on you and the North River Angel to follow the battle, but the deck of the ship is still wide enough if you want to follow the war.” Rama said solemnly, however much he will not hinder someone who wants to fight for his loved ones. “But I tell you that this war will not be a small war. This is a very different war than any other war you have ever fought. Are you sure of your decision, Son of Man?”

The mantel nodded his head. “I'm absolutely sure, O Chief Rama.”

Old man Rama smiled widely. In his mind, he felt he was looking at himself at a young time. The courage of Mantingan is like the courage of his youth. Abstinence despite the threat of death is like dust floating freely with the dry wind.

“For free, I asked you to stay here, right? But remember, that there will be many female disciples crying over you if you die.”

Rama stared at Mantingan meaningfully. The young man only exhaled a long breath and shook his head slowly. It was where Rama laughed after.

“Well of your sword, Son of Man!” Rama said after controlling his laughter. “In the near future, I will approach you to drink a cup of two cups by the lake again.”

The thin smiling mantle. “Chairmen can come to me anytime, I'm always ready for tea.”

“Yes. When that happens, I make sure you won't spend more than three cups of tea.”

They laughed freely together and mince things for a moment before Rama finally said goodbye and left the residence Mantingan.

***

The tea changed as rice. The dawn changed in the evening. Changing the afternoon. Week changing day. Week changing months. And the moon changed.

Mantingan went through peaceful and beautiful days inside the White Wind College. During his time in college, his mind was always calm. Unlike when he was in the vast wilderness, where alertness and alertness must always be installed if he does not want to die.

Every morning blind until noon, Mantingan trained Kana deep energy science, however, the child must have strength of a swordsman level. From noon to evening, Mantingan will write his travel book. And from evening until late at night, he will be with Rama in the shop on the edge of the lake, discussing various philosophical sciences as well as martial arts.

From late at night until near the morning of the blind, Mantingan studied the book that the Swordsman Sanca Merah gave him.

Regarding the book, Mantingan paid special attention to him. The book can be said to be a book of black origin. Mantingan is very interested, because his body will be more accepting of black knowledge than white people.

The book that has the name “Hand Controller” it has some science of controlling goleks in it.

Some of them are Mantingan studying is the Science of Penikam, Soil Creole, Water Score, Science of Sky Creole, and which is the ultimate science is a Thousand Hands of Golek Controller.

For now, Mantingan could only study the book without being able to practice it. Given that he is currently still in the White Wind College, a white school that will clearly reject the science of black flow.

After all, to be able to practice the science of golek controllers, Mantingan needs at least a golek. To make a golek, it takes skill and experience. As for buying a golek, the price is not cheap.

In the lower network market, one low-quality golek was valued at 1 Batu. While the quality is moderate, appreciated starting from 5 Stone.

Matingan planned to buy a medium-quality golek after he dropped out of White Wind College. But this is still in the planning, and at times can be canceled.

Bringing a golek the size of an adult to travel is not without its own difficulties. This means, Mantingan must carry the golek on his back as long as he wanders in search of Kembangmas.

On several occasions, Mantingan again studied the Lotus Book. Discovering many new sciences that can be applied into martial arts.

By studying the Lotus Book, the Mantingan began to be able to master the moves of the white stream that previously could not be mastered.

Or rather, Mantingan turned the science of white flow into the science of black flow so that he could practice it.

***

WHEN MANTINGAN was training Kana in the courtyard of the residence, he saw a woman dressed in all white, wearing a veil and caping, approaching him while waving her hand.

“Sedang did what you guys?” Ask Bidadari Sungai Utara after a distance quite close to Mantingan.

“I'm training the Wind Splitting Style, Kaka Sasmita!” Kana answered with pride. For days he did this with Mantingan. “Kakanda until helpless facing me.”

Mantingan showed her wry smile before saying, “Do you want to taste my real strength, Kana?”

“I think this morning has had enough of his training, Kakanda. So you don't have to do that. Hi-hi-hi-hi.” Kana giggled before bursting into laughter, a sign of the end of training. Then his gaze turned to the woman dressed in all white who was not so far away from him. “Then Sasmita, where is Kina?”

“She is reading literary works in the library of White Wind College with other female students.”

“Alright, I better catch up with him. Also curious about what is stored in the library owned by a college of this size.”

Manten narrowed his eyes as he looked at Kana. “Don't let yourself tease those female disciples with your sweet words, Kana.”

Kana laughed again before running as hard as possible while saying, “If I can't use beautiful words to seduce one or two women, for what if I read a lot of literature?”

Mantingan also felt useless chasing the child, who was never felt would have the courage to do so. He heard the Northern River Angel laughing crisply.

“You don't support it, do you, Sister?”

“Brother, sometimes women need a man who can seduce her with sweetness.”

Before everything became too late, Mantingan quickly switched the conversation. “Why would Sister dress so fully early in the morning like this?”

“At first I took a walk around this college alone. But I thought it would be hard for me to walk without friends. Therefore, I went here to take you for a walk.”

The mantan nodded his head slowly. “Wait a minute here, Sister. I have to clean up something inside first.”

Mantingan walked quickly towards his residence, which then moved even faster into his room. When the young man had just opened the door, he saw that the Angel of the North River had stood beside the table where he wrote. The mantle patted his forehead.

“You are still continuing your story writing, Mantingan?” The North River Angel said as he read a piece of palm in his hand.

Then the girl's lips bent a smile, just as Mantingan had guessed.

“When I first met him, and until now I would part with him, the time I felt like stopping by for tea. So fast.” The North River Angel read the sheet with a smile. “Whatever, I have understood that the meeting is the beginning of a separation that is so inevitable at all. Isn't his destiny like that? But why is there still a sense of disconnect in my mind? But why do you still feel the desire to stay with him forever? Not because of her beauty, but by something else that I really can't explain with the words.” The girl picked up another piece of ejection lying on the table without the Mantingan being able to hold it. “Look at it, I was like seeing a white rose no matter how eventually it was picked by someone who wasn't me. Because after all, that white rose is not mine. It's not me who deserves to pick it up and keep it. Should I be a thief so that I can breathe you, O Angel of the North River?”

The mantan turned its face which had now completely met red from embarrassment!