The Musafir
Crops and Repetition; The Voice of the Angel of the North River
MANTINGAN laid his body on the bed before replying to the North River Angel lazily, “The money is in my coffers. Take as many as you need.”
The eyes of the North River Angel combed around. It is not difficult to find the coffers because the Mantingan room is always so neatly arranged. Then the girl walked towards the table, where the coffers of Mantingan were located.
When the Angel of the North River reached into the pocket of his coffers, Mantingan again spoke with eyes that had been closed, “Saudari, I changed my mind.”
The movement of the North River stops. He saw Mantingan with a million questions in his eyes.
“Take as many as you want.” The sound of the mantan sounded increasingly quiet.
Behind his mask, the Northern River Angel frowned. “Brother, it seems you are delirious.”
“No.” The mantel denied weakly. “You need money, that's my reason. Take as much as you will. Wear it for a little fun yourself and the kids, but do not use it to buy tuak.”
“Mantingan, you are really delirious. You never said anything like this before. Daku will still take as much money as needed to buy breakfast.” The North River angel again moved his hand, raking in the coffers of Mantingan money.
The young man lying on the bed was upset. He opened his eyes and turned his face towards the North River Angel.
“Sasmita,” said, “does my face look delirious?”
Then the atmosphere became silent, before finally the sound of a small laugh from the girl was heard. The Northern River Angel moved slowly towards Mantingan. He took off his mask, revealing his perfect face like a full moon on a mega-noir night. Then in a smooth and soft voice, he said, “You don't look delirious, Mantingan, just looks very very sleepy. Do you need a good night's sleep?”
The mantan gave no response, but his chest was pounding again as the girl drew closer to him!
The hand of the North River Angel moves to touch the back of Mantingan. Making the Mantingan felt like it was struck by lightning!
“Sasmita, don't do anything.” Mantingan said resolutely even though it sounded very slow. “I can't flash anymore because of you.”
The North River Angel paid no heed. The mantan felt something warm seeping into his body coming from the touch of the North River Angel's palm. A moment later, Mantingan found out that the girl was draining prana energy to him.
“Who told you to dart away just left me, Mantingan?” The North River angel whispered softly.
“Sasmita ...” The mantan was unable to continue his words to drive the girl away. Really he felt deep as in a cradle full of tenderness. Enveloped in countless comforts. It is as if voiding in a sea of faded light whose superstition confers protection. Warmth and affection permeated his entire body; and touched the mind of his feelings.
“Where did you think that it was my real name, Mantingan?”
The mantle could no longer. The cradle made his consciousness become completely vague like twilight. The sea of faded light seemed to sway him. And that affection seemed to protect the little figure of Mantingan from all sorts of dangers. That young man however was finally asleep.
***
MANTINGAN immediately got up after regaining his consciousness. With a bang, he looked around. He realized, the Angel of the North River was gone.
His room was dark, which he initially thought was night, but later realized that the window was closed and blocked the sunlight.
“Sasmita must have closed it to make sure I wasn't attacked suddenly.” The mantan muttered to himself, then remembered something after mentioning the girl's name.
The Mantingan was sleeping so soundly in the cradle of comfort in a sea of faded light, and it is possible that the Angel of the North River mentioned his real name at that time. Can Mantingan ask back to him? Or just dig back his memory? Or at the same time ask what has the girl done during her sleep?
Mantingan immediately remembered how the North River Angel had been able to drive him to the endless return and comfort this morning. Mantingan knew that the girl was not just flowing prana energy, but something else that might be formless and unrecognizable but still exist. Was it?
The mantan was really curious. If only he knew the way the North River Angel used, maybe he was able to get a much more sound sleep and quality in the future. But then Mantingan realized, that a swordsman would be bad if his sleep is too deep and sound. Mantingan decided not to ask about it since he regretted it after knowing it.
The mantle changed the shape of its sitting to cross-legged. He will start samadhi to recharge the energy in the last night used up to practice the Science of Hearing Dew Drops without stopping.
But when Mantingan met, he accidentally heard a noise that sounded from the lower floor of the inn. The voice sounded faint, then Mantingan began to sharpen his hearing with the Science of Hearing Dew Drops.
How then his face turned deathly pale!
“I'm not afraid of you all at all! I will protect my honor with my life!”
“Come on, we just asked you to unmask and show the look of the face. Isn't that an easy thing to do?”
Another voice replied, “Let's go! We'll also take off our masks as long as you do it first. But since we did not wear masks at all, we were forced to exchange them for our clothes. How, isn't that an attractive offer?”
“Again, you don't carry a gun at all, do you? While all of us each carry a huge sword capable of splitting your body in two. We are also warriors. Give up on us, your expectations are very very very small.”
Sounded the sound of a whistle. “I'll never want to, better to die here than to obey your will! Go forward!”
“Hehehe! It'sit's okay. We prefer bad girls like you. Hopefully, after we have removed the padlock mask from your face, you will understand how much we are too dangerous for you to despise like this.”
The mantle did not wait any longer. Although his inner power had not been fully charged, it could even still be said to be lacking, he still flashed. Open the window with one big push.
Not the use of science to relieve the body, but rather the science of burdensome the body. Only when his body is only one fathom away from the ground, Mantingan uses the science of lightening his body so that it can land like a thin piece of cotton.
With a feeling that was still unsettled, Mantingan again flashed as fast as lightning towards the entrance of the inn.
Resentment is something that is deadly if you are or will face a fight. It was the biggest mistake for the swordsman after the neglect. However, would Mantingan be able to hold back his sigh if the female voice he heard was the voice of the Northern River Angel?!
This is not only about the safety of the North River Angel, but also about the confidentiality of the ambush plan that has been neatly prepared by Tarumanagara and White Wind College.
It can be said that if the plan is leaked into the hands of the enemy, the chaos in Taruma Country will increase much more and can even be uncontrollable again. Destroying all civilizations that Rajadirajaguru has built decades ago.
Those were the two things that Mantingan feared the most. How could he not be upset?
Until he was on the ground floor of the inn while the enemy's sword was only a short distance from the neck of the North River Angel!
