The Musafir
Satya's Death
After successfully finding out, the First Cagak dodged the original sword attack and let his body be hit by the fake sword shadow. A big smile appeared on his lips. The situation turned sharply, for at any moment the Mantan was not holding a sword!
However, without her expecting it at all, a wave of wind crashed into the warrior's body terribly hard. His chest felt crumpled with that blow. The sword slipped out of his hand, along with the life that was lost from his body.
***
MANTINGAN flashed rapidly towards the fall of Satya's body. Before the young swordsman actually hit the ground, the Mantingan grabbed him immediately.
The mantan lays Satya on the ground while continuing to drain large amounts of pranic energy. Fresh blood flowed from Satya's chest, back, and mouth. He remembered the nape of the medicine given by the North River Angel who was able to stop the bleeding and internal injuries, but he was not carrying it at this time. Taking it was a waste, because Satya had to be given constant prana power to keep breathing for a certain time.
Satya opened her mouth, about to say something. The mantang brought his ears closer.
“Did ... thou ... succeed in killing him?” Satya whispered very very weakly on the sidelines of his breath that was only one or two pieces.
“The First Doubt has been defeated, you can rest easy from now on, my friend.” Mantingan said so even though his mind was very heavy to release Satya.
“Then your bud ... in another life ...”
No more Mantingan hear or feel the roar of Satya's breath. At once he stopped the flow of pranic energy.
***
In seven very short days, the battle at the White Wind Port has so shaken the martial world even the civilian world in Javadvipa to Suvarnadvipa.
The news about the appearance of the North River Angel in the White Wind Port alone has so surprised the jungle, not to mention the news about the death of one of the warriors of the Six Pillars of Intan that shocked the martial lake and shook the underground network of soldiers.
Other news circulated that the Sword Intan Group claimed to have resigned from the plan of rebellion against Tarumanagara. Some mentioned that the group had lost many of its members, coupled with the death of the First Cagak who was one of their great powers.
And another event that was no less surprising came from White Wind College. Unexpectedly, many small silat colleges declared themselves wanting to join him. This happened after Tarumanagara informed that the White Wind College would receive protection and privileges from the government officially.
In the last three days, word spread that the inscriptions that tell about the heroism of the Mantan spread in a number of cities of Earth Sagandu.
Today, the name Mantingan is the most mentioned name from store to store. The news of the lunge circulated as fast as the windstorm in the martial world.
The name sounds so grand, but it also becomes very scary for certain black groups.
But however, the news of the death of the Luminous Swordsman is still regrettable among the many good news. How his bold action to stop his own teacher was slowly becoming a tripe story in the martial world.
The simultaneous sacrifice of the White Mask Squad also adds to the heroic saga at White Wind College. All honors were given to all the warriors in the squad who had to die.
That morning. Mantingan stood behind the window of his room while sipping tea. He tried to enjoy the morning by receiving all the bad memories of the events seven days ago. Instead of throwing it away, Mantingan chose to accept it.
The story of his battle is set out in the book of his journey. A form of self-acceptance of what he has done. Make peace.
“This was the course of the battle that night, Mantingan?” The angel of the North River said after reading the book.
The girl had known the course of the battle from the news that was circulating. However, still he wanted to see the Matingan point of view in considering the battle.
The young man nodded his head slowly in response.
The Northern River Angel had exerted all its might, but it did not have too much of an impact.
The girl felt very sad if the attitude of the Mantingan changed forever because of it.
“Later tonight Dara will hold an auction. Are you going to attend?” The Northern River Angel asked with a smile.
“Trust no.” The mantle shook without looking at the girl. “If you and the kids want to join the auction, you can take my money.”
“We don't need your money, Kakanda.” Kana's voice sounded after the door of her room opened. “We need the attitude of the old Kakanda back.”
This time, Mantingan did not answer or give any response, as if Cana had never spoken like that.
“Three more days we'll all leave you, Kakanda.” Kana said again as she clenched her hand. “I don't want our farewell to end like this! Look at the appearance of the Kakanda now who is nothing more and nothing less like a moody and hopeless loser!”
Though Cana's words may have hurt Mantingan's feelings, the North River Angel made no attempt to stop him. For however, what Cana said represented a little bit of his mind which he never dared to convey.
Mantingan took a long breath. “Do partings always have to end with tears of sadness, Kana?”
Kana silenced her mouth after hearing those words, though she did not understand them too much. While the Angel of the North River, feel more understanding Mantingan words after reading the book of his journey story.
It is mentioned in the book that the departure of Satya for eternity does not make Mantingan shed tears. Despite how Satya is one of the people who play an important role in his journey.
For the question Mantingan that one, both Cana and the Angel of the North River no one answered him.
“Farewell does not always end with tears, Brother Maman.” Kina's voice sounded after her. “But everyone deserves a memorable farewell.”
This time the mantel. Found three different people of that age were looking at him with a sad look. Again, Mantingan let out a long breath.
“Prepare yourself later tonight,” he said in the end, “we will go visit auction together.”
The Northern River Angel widened her smile. But the pleasure is not due to being able to join the auction which he said would run very lively, but because he felt that the state of Mantingan has improved a little.
“But at the moment, I want to be left alone.”
The sentence instantly made the smile on the lips of the Northern River Angel fade away.
Understanding his condition, he pulled Kina's arm out of Mantingan's room. But the Angel of the North River is still in its place.
“Didn't you hear what I just said?” Manten raised a question with an unsightly tone of speech.
“I hear what your mouth says, but I hear more what your mouth doesn't say.” The North River Angel replied firmly. “You've been locked up in this godforsaken room for too long, Mantingan.”
The mantle frowned. “Don't you know that I need more time?”
The girl shook her head and looked at him sharply. “At one time, you once said to me that sadness is a natural thing, what is unnatural is if you are drawn into it. Happiness is natural, and the unnatural is if you are too happy to forget everything. Do not be too happy with what you get, and do not be too sad about what you escape. Wasn't that what you said back then, Mantingan?”
