The Musafir

Trading Akad

DARA was surprised by the truth, but she was able to contain her shock and maintain her attitude.

“Can I take that hundred spouts now?” Dara asked for a hose a moment later.

The mantang nodded his head. “I'll take it in my room. I hope Nyai Dara and the Brothers are willing to wait here for a snap.”

They nodded their heads at the same time. But the man added with words that felt quite spicy in Mantingan's ears, “Make sure that you do not intend to cheat our trade union, because it will have a very bad effect on you.”

Manten shook his head and smiled. He then walked away without giving any other response. As if he was a layman, he should not challenge the man with further symbolism, even though he has the power that can be said to be able to destroy their own trade union alone.

***

MANTINGAN returned shortly after with the promised hundred pieces of Light Magic Throw. All of the throwers were placed into a medium-sized petal container.

Dara received it from Mantingan's hand. “Thank you, Brother. I'll prepare the payment.”

But again, the man with a sideburn sent a spicy word. Presumably he is itching if he does not throw words that hurt the mind. “Nyai Dara, please give me one sheet of the thrower. There is no guarantee that the one he gave was really powerless.”

For some reason, Dara glanced at Mantingan in the sense of asking for her approval. The mantan replied with a smile and a nod of the head, then by Dara issued a piece of Light Magic Throw from inside the petals which then directly given to the man with a sideburn.

“How to wear it?” ask the man while holding a fist in his hand.

“Quite bend that ejection rod, Brother.” The mantelant replied, still in a friendly tone.

“No need to flow energy in?”

“No need. By itself, the spell will absorb the inner power around it, and all it takes is a little.”

The man nodded a few times before bending the ejection sheet according to Mantingan's instructions. In an instant, the courtyard of the inn that had originally been within the dimness of the twilight became brightly lit by the white radiance of the Light Magic Throw.

With a feeling of amazement, they—except Mantingan—stare the glowing Light Magic Throw. Not even a few harbor people who looked at a bunch of luminous characters that revolved around the thrower from a distance.

“I'll keep this ejection,” said the man with a sideburn after muttering softly, “if it turns out not to last up to three days, then our cooperation is off.”

“Brother, why do you always act as if you are the leader here?” Dara asked half a cut. From what Mantingan saw, the water on his face looked displeased. “Be aware that the Dara Sejahtera Trade Union is under my leadership. I don't hesitate to take out people who don't have respect for others like you.”

Mantingan realized that the atmosphere began to be unpleasant after Dara said that.

“Who would not I give any respect to, Nyai?” Not to be outdone, the man with a sideburn gave a sharp look.

Before everything is hard to swallow, Mantingan must cut. “It would be nice to keep it stored and sure to keep it burning for three days, because no matter how I have promised durability for every Light Magic Throw I make. If it turns out to run out before three days, then everything can be accounted for.”

Seeing that Mantingan did not mind the words of the man who was supposed to be very offensive to him, Dara also chose not to extend the affair. The man with the sideburns nodded his head again.

The Mantin frowned, he did not receive the bag of coffers before it was clear why Dara had given him a piece of Stone worth 1,000 pieces of gold from what should have been only 8,000 pieces of gold.

Dara who understood the Mantingan's confusion immediately explained. “In the trade agreement, it is very reasonable if the trade union gives additional money to its new partners. You can think of 200 pieces of gold as stomach filler money.”

Mantingan does not really understand about what steps are in the trading agreement, but Dara's explanation is quite reasonable. Mantingan also received a bag of coffers containing one stone whose value has been equivalent to a thousand pieces of gold.

Dara then took out two pieces of ejection, and of course along with a thin needle. The mantan took a cold breath, he could not avoid this now.

“Brothers please be witnesses.” Dara stuck a needle in her index finger. Fresh blood burst out after the needle was pulled, dripping just above the surface of the two ejection sheets.

The mantel picked up the needle after Dara stuck it out. Without saying much more, Mantingan stuck the needle on his index finger. Blood drops floated down. Landing just above the same two ejection sheets.

“Our cooperation has been bound by an inbreeding promise, Brother. If one betrays this promise, then let the heavens judge.”

The mantan nods his head, though he knows very well that the heavens cannot judge a person who breaks a promise except from the betrayed one himself who will judge. He then received one of the ejection sheets as a sign of the completion of the trade agreement.

Dara then explained that the auction would take place within five more days, she hoped that many Mantings would be able to complete a thousand Light Magic Throws in that time. The mantan does not promise to be able to reach that amount, but he promises to give his best.

When the twilight was completely over, Mantingan and Dara parted ways.

***

It had been so long that the Mantin sat behind his desk to bash the Magic Throw. No one felt hungry, the food delivered by the North River Angel was just left on the edge of his desk. Under such circumstances, Mantingan really did not feel hunger at all.

Midnight just passed. Cold air blew in through the window that opened its leaves, playing a white curtain that was like being thrown into the waves of the ocean.

Samar but can be caught by the ear, the sound of knocking on the door. The mantle turned its head before frowning.

“What would Kana do at this late time?” The mantan muttered softly, then moved himself from his seat towards the door.

The mantel took off the key before opening the door slowly. Sure enough, he saw Kana glued behind the door of his room.

“Do you need, Kana?” Mantingan asked in a soft voice, but in that silent state it still made a resounding sound in the hallway of the inn. “Come.”

As soon as Kana stepped in, Mantingan immediately closed and locked the door of her room back.

“I just finished this book, Kakanda.” Kana took out a small piece of ejection which she had hidden under her clothes.

“Good, you completed it faster than your promise,” Mantingan said praising. “But have you mastered the manager?”