The Musafir
Practicing the Science of Hearing Dew Drops Overnight
MANTINGAN opened his eyes after a long time immersed in his samadhan. He almost forgot that Kina might still be waiting for him after a long time.
So quickly the young man got up from a large flat stone in the middle of the jungle before darting as fast as possible towards the White Wind Port.
***
PERHAPS this time Kina's anger towards Mantingan was no longer a lie. The little girl's face was pink. Lips pouting. The look of his eyes was turned in any direction, as long as it was not in the direction of Mantingan.
In front of Kina were empty ejection sheets with a swab. However, there were some shafts that had been written al-aksara despite being untidy, Mantingan thought that it was written by Kina when the boy was tired of waiting for him.
Mantingan made a mistake with Kina's attitude, although he himself admitted that Kina's anger was a really natural thing.
“Come Kina.” The mantel said softly before picking up an empty thrower and a whitening tool that was lying just like that on the wooden floor. “See and follow the way I write.”
Kina did not respond, even just glanced not. The mantan only smiled faintly and began to write on top of that sheet of dried palm leaves.
After a while, Mantingan showed what he had written to Kina. “Look at what I've written, Kina.”
Kina still did not respond to him. Indifferent attitude. Really don't give face to Mantingan stuff at all.
The mantingan finally read out the contents of the thrower. “What is written here is: do not sulk, O beautiful and charming Kina like a flower of jasmine when fresh morning welcomes it. Brother Maman has made a mistake, but isn't a little jasmine always generous in giving her forgiveness like giving her petals to someone?”
After hearing that, Kina gave her little attention to Mantingan. His eyes glanced for a moment, fixed on the ejection which nevertheless still in the hands of Mantingan.
From just glancing, Kina started to stare. And slowly, the frown on her lips changed into a sweet smile.
“Kak Maman wrote this for Kina?” tanyanya.
“Ya.” The mantel said softly. “Is this room prettier than Kina?”
The boy's smile grew and his cheeks were red. Embarrassed she asked, “Can Kina keep the thrower?”
The mantle held out a palm in her hand, Kina immediately grabbed and grasped it tightly.
“Kak Maman, can you now teach Kina to write these beautiful words with the same beautiful script?”
Mantingan smiled as he said, “Note.”
When the young man began his writing lessons with Kina, a young girl noticed him from the corner of the room door. How then the lips of the girl had developed a smile full of haru.
The angel of the North River knew very well that if he cancelled his trip to Champa, and remained in Javadvipa with Mantingan, then he could reach a very peaceful and happy household. But however, the Angel of the North River also knows that happiness will not last long.
Himself and Mantingan are people from the martial world. It is a world without love, peace, and compassion.
***
In the evening, Mantingan opened the Book of Dew Drops to study it once more.
Mantingan still hopes a lot to be able to expand the range of Science Hearing Dew Drops. He can reap a lot of benefits if he managed to achieve it, then from Mantingan trying to train as hard as he can now.
The window in his room was open. Letting the sea breeze in. The window curtain fluttered in harmony with the wind thrust.
The waves smelling the shoreline sound so obvious. That night, the port can be said to be quiet since the news that circulated this afternoon, that the raiders again appeared with a group of a little more than before.
However such a threat is indeed worth watching out for if you do not want to be harmed. White Wind Port authorities have banned the departure of all shipping except from the army at the port.
The White Wind Port also alerted two heavily armed ships that ditched anchors near the shoreline to be on standby from a surprise attack at night.
It can also be seen some warriors standing on top of the port tower. They monitor all kinds of movements. Whether it comes from the land or from the sea. The warriors were armed with long bows and throwing spears. They can also hit canangs, bamboo sticks, and arrows in case something dangerous or just suspicious happens.
Mantingan also indirectly maintain the security of the port. Because when he practiced practicing the Science of Hearing Dew Drops in full, then almost all the voices in the harbor can be heard by him. Including if it was the sound of subtle prowess though.
Now, there are so many people who can hear Meningan. Although he himself admitted, that some of the voices were personal and listening to them was not a commendable act. But Mantingan always tried to forget those sounds.
As the harbour was very quiet and silent, Mantingan could hear the sound of the shop next to the port which had been his concern since yesterday.
However, the quiet harbor was again silent as well it meant that there were not many people inside. In the shop, there was no visitor.
Mantingan does not matter, it is not the purpose of using the Science of Hearing Dew Drops at this time.
A full night of Mantingan practicing the Science of Hearing Dew Drops until when dawn is present, he gasps. Almost out of energy. Even now his ears began to feel hot after using sharp hearing science for a full night, non-stop.
The mantle stood up from where he sat. He saw the view of the harbor from behind the window curtain. It appears that the port is starting to be crowded again with human crowds.
When Mantingan was just about to lay down on his bed, suddenly there was a knock on his door. With eyes that feel burdensome, Mantingan replied modestly, “Who and what?”
“This is daku.” The voice of the Northern River Angel is heard.
“Come in, the door is completely unlocked.”
The North River Angel entered into his room before closing the door again. Mantingan raised his eyebrows when he saw the appearance of the Northern River Angel.
“You look very different to that black mask and shirt.” Manten smiled awkwardly while scratching his non-itchy head.
The appearance of the new North River Angel actually makes the girl more striking than before. But what would you do if the Angel of the North River was destined to always be striking?
Mantingan continued his words, “What is it, Sister?”
“My soul and the kids need breakfast. You should buy us some food.”
“Do you have no money, Sister? I really need sleep right now.”
“No, Brother. Daku has a little money, but it was intentionally I specialise just in case.” The now masked North River Angel then shook his head slowly. “Look it, I'll buy food below. You don't have to move out of your bed. But I will take your money. How?”
