The Musafir

The Musafir
Requires a Little Entertainment



MANTINGAN digs into his deepest memories until a piece of Kiai Guru Kedai words is found.


“The hero is still a human being; and man still needs love. And you ask what is wrong if a warrior falls in love? Of course if love blinds all vision born and inner.”


Once again Mantingan opened his eyes, expelling all forms of Rara's voice that had covered his inner gaze to think according to common sense.


Can it be if Mantingan believes more in the words of his teacher than the words of Dara that can be said to be completely unfounded?


Are warriors not men, and however men are lovers?


Can man not love everything in whatever form it takes? Not only love for people of the opposite sex, humans can love people of the same sex. Not only can we love our fellow human beings, we can also love things like paintings, statues, or other things that are never expected.


But love for whom or what really should be loved by all men?


For this reason, Kiai Guru Kedai continued his words when advising Mantingan about love:


“Truly human love is love for Gusti.”


Mantingan recalled how he felt he disagreed that time so he once again asked the question.


“How can you love something formless and intangible? How can I love something that I myself do not know whether He is a woman or a man?”


And Mantingan remembered that his teacher laughed for a moment after the question was asked.


“Let me ask you before I answer that question: what would you do for the person you love?”


“Depending on who I love, Kiai Guru.”


“Pict that Rara-mu.”


At that time Mantingan replied while thinking, “First, I will continue with him ... then will never deny his love and trust ... I will do everything for what I love, and ... I will sacrifice my life for him if necessary. But the most important thing is to understand his wishes, I think so.”


“True.” Kiai Guru Kedai nodded his head. “Your last answer is very true even. Let's just say that now what you love is Gusti. You understand first his will and desire, then you can love him.”


“Although He never conveyed his wish to me one-time goods only, Kiai Guru?”


“He never conveyed it directly to you. One day, you will understand it yourself through the veil of the universe. May Gusti always give his love to you.”


The mantel looked around. He found that the day had become morning. The dark sky changed to be filled with a tinge of infinity and purplishness. From the window of his room facing east, Mantingan saw half the body of the sun as if trying to climb from the end of the vast ocean.


While the Mantingan was still standing in its place from midnight last night without moving an inch. In fact, the presence of Rara into his mind really makes his inner vision completely closed. Fortunately, the advice from Kiai Guru Kedai was able to save him from the very misleading drift.


Although he had stood all night without pause, Mantingan did not feel the slightest fatigue of goods. How is he able to pass through it while someone should be immediately unconscious if standing continuously without stopping, even if less than half a day?


Maybe the term time passed just like that fits perfectly with what he is experiencing right now. Everything seemed to pass by without leaving anything, except of course a whisper of sadness from Rara that really will never be forgotten for a lifetime.


Despite not feeling tired or sleepy at all, Mantingan still lay down his body on the bed and tried to fall asleep. But how can he sleep well if his eyes are open? What if her entire head was filled with memories of Rara's voices?


“Start love thou with him, Mantingan?”


“Began you gave the woman heart, Mantingan?”


“Cast it, Mantingan! Throw away like you threw away your love for me!”


“Dump! Dump it! Just throw!”


Mantingan immediately forcefully pulled the jug of ash from his necklace and grasped it tightly using both hands as if the wind could steal and carry away the jug of ash by breathing the North River Angel from Javadvipa!


“If I were a warrior like you, I would never play with love.”


The mantang put his body on the bed. The jug was kept tightly in his arms. Anyone should not touch it even if it is just a blink of an eye if it is still in its arms! Can't!


***


MANTINGAN woke up when he felt someone shaking his body. Her eyelids that still feel heavy. He looked at the figure of the person who managed to wake him up.


“At last you woke up, Brother, I thought you were unconscious because it was too late to write lontar.” Plastered figure of the North River Angel with her new bright colorful clothes. “You let your dinner go stale, Brother. Is this breakfast to be treated like that?”


Mantingan raised the body to sit on his mattress. Rara's jug of ashes was still within his grasp, quietly hidden behind his back.


“I'll eat it, Sister, sorry about the dinner I just wasted.” The mantan said softly while smiling.


But the North River Angel presumably managed to guess that Mantingan was not okay. His forehead was confused. “Has something happened to your work, Mantingan?”


“No. Everything is running smoothly and safely.”


“There are problems with your health?”


Now the forehead of the Mantingan was wrinkled confused. “Nothing, Sister. Why do you suddenly ask me this?”


North River Angel did not respond to Mantingan's question, instead threw it with another question, “If not your job or health, then what makes you look not okay like this, Brother?”


The mantle frowned. “Why? I've been feeling fine all along.”


The girl looked at him sharply. “My vision is not wrong. You seem unhealthy, whether it is unhealthy body or unhealthy mind; obviously, you are not healthy. This must have been caused by your work bouncing around.” The Northern River Angel then tapped his head with his index finger, trying to think. “Brother, I think you need a little entertainment.”


“Amusement?” The mantel raised his eyebrows. “In the middle of the port like this is indeed no entertainment?”


“Maybe it's not here. But it's in another city. And maybe you will feel happy again after seeing the dance of wayang women, right?”


Hearing the words of the North River Angel, Mantingan coughed.


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