The Musafir
Write Sincerely; The Silent Path of the World
MANTINGAN HAD ACTUALLY suspected that the Northern River Angel would read his script sooner or later. In fact, there are written beautiful words about the girl who really felt would tarnish her pride. Therefore, when he saw the Angel of the North River coming, Mantingan moved as quickly as possible to tidy up his manuscripts on the table. But the action actually managed to make the North River Angel suspicious.
Now the girl glanced at Mantingan with a seductive smile at the corner of her lips. The mantan kept turning his face away, not knowing what to do and saying what.
As a real man, it is a shame to write such poetic sentences that are shown to a woman.
“Who wrote this, Mantingan?”
“I learned from Kana.” The young man immediately denied.
“No. This is your own language style.” The girl laughed softly. “Do you still dodge, Mantingan?”
Mantingan took a cold breath before directing his eyes to the Northern River Angel. “I can't avoid anymore, Sister. It was you who wrote that.”
“Without anyone's help?”
“Without anyone's help.” Mantingan.
“And without theatrics?”
“I wrote that sincerely.”
The smile of the North River is growing. Then his hand moved to insert the two throws on the belt on his waist. “You will easily rewrite what is written on these two pitches. But it will not be easy for me to obtain the two throws that you have written sincerely, Mantingan. Let me take him to the land of Champa, keep him well all my life.”
The coat fell silent without being able to ban the girl. However, it was easy for him to rewrite word for word that was inside the two throws. He can remember it clearly. But it is not easy for the North River Angel to get the two throws. Even though the girl had remembered word for word that was on the spouts, she still could not rewrite them. The writing will not be a sincerity. Only a Mantingan can make it.
“Are we going for a walk, Brother?” The North River Angel breaks the Mantingan reverie. He made the young man nod his head.
They immediately flashed through the window that had opened in the room. The mantle with the Blood Wind Treads, closed the window as it shot through the air.
***
IN REALITY, Mantingan and the Northern River Angel instead toured the White Wind College. The mantle does not suggest it. Because that way, both will attract too much attention and interfere with the course of training.
Mantingan and Bidadari Sungai Utara chose to take a walk in the area of Mount Kubang. Visiting many beautiful places. While also increasing mastery in the science of lightening the body.
Several times they came across thieves who were intercepting people on the street. As much as that they launched attacks to paralyze the thieves.
Some who had helped the Mantingan and the Angel of the North River worshiped in the land, assuming that the gods had intervened to eradicate evil. However, there are still people who have known that it is the act of the swordsman's hand, which then menjura in any direction as a sign of gratitude.
That is until night, Mantingan and Bidadari Sungai Utara adventure like a pair of crime fighting heroes that are often told in imaginary texts.
On a flat rock at the top of a hill, the two stood upright looking at the moon. Although the moon shines only a second part of it that night, and it is not as beautiful as when it is full.
The night wind carried a piercing cold to the bones even though what it carried was dry air. His clothes and long hair were both fluttering.
“Esok is the day of my departure,” said Bidadari Sungai Utara with a faint smile. “I no longer accompany you on your journey, Brother.”
The mantelan also realized that. Tomorrow is the departure day of the North River Angel. After six days of waiting at White Wind College, the Angel of the North River finally met the day of his departure.
Mantingan. It was not that he did not know what kind of words he had to say to avenge the Angel of the North River. There are so many words that he really wants to say all of them. But how his tongue became so twisted. Can't say a word.
“When, perhaps you will walk without burden again.” The Northern River Angel laughed softly. However, how the moonlight had brightened the tear line on the white cheeks of the marble.
The mantle kept quiet. The more words he wanted to say, the louder his tongue became.
“Look at the star that guides that direction, Brother. Perhaps, the star will be your guide to Kembangmas. And I will continue to follow your journey by looking at the stars in the night sky, I know where you are and will step.”
Mantingan remained silent as the tears of Bidadari North River flowed more and more.
“As warriors, we know that the path we take is the path of loneliness. As long as we walk this path, loneliness is inevitable. Suppose we manage to brush it off for a while, but loneliness will come back in a very cruel way.”
The mantan remained silent, yet however he realized the truth of those words. No matter how hard a warrior fights the loneliness that haunts his path, just as hard as loneliness will teach him a lesson.
“I hope you never feel lonely.”
Mantingan glanced at the North River Angel next to him. How can he never feel lonely while the path of salvation is a very lonely road?
The North River's angel shifted to face Mantingan. The moonlight that immediately made her tears hidden. His hands stretched forward. His mountain stone-cold palm touched Mantingan's chest.
“No matter how quiet and desolate the path you pass, as long as the light continues to illuminate your soul, then you will be fine.”
Manten felt a bitterness. Can she cry now? Shedding unusual tears shed by a man? Mantian tasa no. Not now. Not for the moment.
