The Musafir
Decreased Self-Esteem
IT all went down that night. There remained no warriors who had chosen to remain and fight Mantingwn: all dead.
Either the spirit of what subtle creatures that enter the body Mantingan until the young man who is usually weak and gentle it becomes a ferocious tiger hunger. However, the subtle-like creature seemed to have left the Mantingan body shortly after the fight was over, in fact the young man returned to his meek and gentle demeanor.
That night, dozens of pancakas burned on a field that was clean enough from trees and dry shrubs that could ignite fire everywhere. In the pancakas, there were hundreds of undressed warriors who burned with him.
The North River Angel stands right beside Mantingan. Fear-fear Mantingan back inflamed by regret after killing hundreds of enemies. But in fact, Mantingan actually smiled widely.
“Is there something you need, Sister?” Mantingan asked after feeling that something was wrong with the Northern River Angel. The girl was silent, but she was standing right next to him.
The Angel of the North River breaks its own daydream. “Nothing. I'm just a little scared to be in this place.”
The mantel raised his eyebrows. “Didn't I have told you before not to follow me, Sister?”
“I only intend to help you, Brother.”
“They died because of me, then the goods certainly perfect their bodies into my duty.”
Hearing the Mantingan allude to the death of his opponents, the Northern River Angel felt this was the right opportunity to ask.
“Are you okay after perfecting their short path, Brother?” The Northern River Angel deliberately asked with great caution and with subtle language.
Mantingan shook his head by continuing to maintain a smile. “I don't really know what to answer. But thanks to the fight earlier, I got some major breakthroughs in martial arts.”
The Northern River Angel nodded her head despite not being too satisfied and understood Mantingan's answer.
“Again, isn't that their way of life?” Mantingan continued his words while his eyes turned to stare at the dozens of burning pancakes from a distance. “Isn't that the way of life of warriors?”
The Northern River Angel fell silent for a few and pondered. Battles and fights and fights and again fights, is not that their way of life until one day they are killed in the hands of a stronger swordsman? Then the Angel of the North River nodded his head, he understood the meaning of the two-three words Mantingan said.
“Let's go back to the troupe, Sister.” The mantel glanced at the girl. “They must have been waiting for us since a long time.”
“Kana would prefer if we don't return, Brother. He can sleep as much as possible while you're not there.”
“Kana ... the child is really troublesome.” Manten laughed for a moment. “Until Champa, Sisters should start educating him.”
“I'm not too sure I can control Kana. He's just afraid of you, Brother.” The Northern River Angel said with a small laugh.
“Although his temper is bad, he always applies gently to women. If Sister can reply with gentleness anyway, I'm sure Kana can be educated.”
Mantingan and Bidadari Sungai Utara began to walk leaving dozens of pancakas in the middle of the field when the fire began to dim. The two of them did not clash, as they did give Kana and Kina time and some other White Mask Army warriors a rest.
“I hope you visit Champa one-two times.” The Angel of the North River said not only to fill the silence of the night, but also to express the contents of his mind.
“It seems it will be difficult for me to find your presence in a land so foreign to me, Sister.” Mantingan refused subtly, actually it was not at all difficult for him to find the existence of the Northern River Angel in various ways.
Mantingan smiled awkwardly before replying, “I do not understand Champa language, it will be very troublesome right?”
“You can use Sanskrit. The Champa people mastered Sanskrit. Not even a few who master the language malay.”
The mantle chooses to be silent. There is nothing else that can be denied by him. Beyond a doubt, Bidadari Sungai Utara turned out to be so careful. Deceiving the Northern River Angel was not an easy matter for Mantingan.
“If you are afraid my lover is angry because you met me, then we can meet as friends only.”
Almost the Mantin choked on his own saliva, but he managed to hold it back. The young man smiled bitterly despite being quite amazed by the straightforwardness of the Northern River Angel.
“Are we not friends, Sister? Do you currently consider me an enemy?”
Under the flush of the Lontar Magic Light beam, the Northern River Angel stared at Mantingan with a sharp gaze. Although his lips were covered in a veil, Mantingan knew that the girl was pouting.
“Alright, Brother. As you consider me, it is your will that I cannot deny. But come to Champa, no matter what you consider me to be.”
“I can't give you any unreal hope, Sister. Then I have to say, I can't fulfill that.”
Not feeling the distance that has been taken since Mantingan and Bidadari Sungai Utara began to speak, now the two have reached the streets. The group was seen not far from their place, holding out a cloth mat to rest on the side of the road by sneezing a Light Magic Throw just like them.
The Mantingan gave no room to the North River Angel to answer. He darted away towards the group.
The ten warriors who turned out not to sleep but were together on the side of the road were just glancing at Mantingan goods for a moment.
From the glance, Mantingan soon learned that they were all angry with him for reasons he still dimly knew.
“Brother Man has returned,” said one of them in the end with eyes still closed. “Do we have to continue the journey now?”
Mantingan shook his head and replied, “No need now, if you still want to join together to charge in.”
Others chimed in, “We actually do not need any inner energy at all, Brother Man; and our goal with us at this time is not to fill the inner energy. For what energy in we need if it is never needed during escorting Brother whose greatness is not playing.”
Just now Mantingan wanted to argue, but the other swordsman again gave a nod of approval.
“True. For some reason, our presence here is not to protect Brother Man but rather protected Brother Man.”
In samadhi and eye conditioning, the warriors nodded their heads.
“If only we were not given direct duty from Chairman Rama to continue escorting Brother no matter what happens, we have chosen to leave Brother,” said the others, “protecting people like Brother is the same as really lowering our self-esteem as a well-trained special forces.”
